But that evening, something changed between us and it’s shocking at how quickly the change took place. I had no idea what would happen after our first interlude in the study. I assumed I would be sent to my room for the night to sleep alone, but instead, I was swept into his embrace.
The look in his eyes when I finally stopped shuddering in his arms was one of wonder. His arms were gentle under my limp, sated body as he carried me to the master suite. I slept peacefully and soundly that night, sinking into the softness of his mattress and the safety of his broad form. Cameron held me close to his body and we molded into each other. Our breathing synced while we slept. It was heavenly and while this man was a complete stranger, I had never felt so safe before in my life.
Even more surprising, we were completely at ease with each other the next morning. At first, I made to scamper to my own room, but Cameron held me tight in those brawny arms and growled that my place was with him. As a result, I’ve never actually slept in the suite he gave me. I’ve spent every night in his arms, twisting and turning as he pleasures me over and over again.
Plus, over the course of the three months, our relationship has changed. What started out as an “arrangement” has turned into something deeper and I often wonder if Cameron feels it, too. We make love nearly every night, some nights rough, some nights soft and gentle. The first night we made sweeter love was the night I surprised him by slinking into his office fully nude, with only a pair of silver high heels on. I expected a rough time up against his desk or even against the wall, but instead, it was romantic. He kissed my curves, worshiping them, and I came harder than I’ve ever come before.
Tonight though, I can’t sleep. I woke about thirty minutes ago and checked the clock on my iPhone. It’s three in the morning. I put my phone back down on the nightstand on my side of the bed, and glance over at Cameron. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness of the room, but thanks to the moonlight shining through the cracks of the window, I’m able to see his features.
Cameron is such a handsome man, and sometimes it’s hard for me to comprehend that I get to be the one next to him in his bed. My eyes skim over his bare chest that’s exposed from the blanket lying across his lower abdomen and my fingers trace over the indentions from his beautiful, sculpted abs. The deep ridges of his gorgeous, bronzed skin reflect his frequent use of the gym but I’m curious to know how hard he goes at it to achieve this carved flesh.
Meanwhile, Cameron looks relaxed in his sleep. His features are peaceful, but I frown a bit as I study him. There’s is an odd sensation rolling my stomach that’s kept me up for a few hours, and sighing, I flop over to stare at the ceiling blankly.
What’s driving my unease? If it weren’t for Cameron, who knows what my life would be like now? If my dad hadn’t made the deal to practically sell me to this man, would we still be in the trailer park? Or would we be living in our car, or a shanty in the woods?
So in a way, Cameron rescued me. There’s no doubt he knew the kind of trouble I was in, and he saved me from succumbing to my dad’s lazy habits. I owe Cameron much more than I’ll be able to give him and the more I watch him in the soft glow of the moonlight, the more I realize something heart-wrenching and yet absolutely awful.
I’ve fallen in love with him.
I’m not talking about an infatuation type of love where your attraction for someone is brief, fleeting, and ultimately, short-lived. I’m talking about love. Love in its purest form, deep and true. Come to think of it, I’ve never felt this kind of love before.
After all, these last three months of living in Cameron’s home have been the best three months of my life. I’m able to swan about the house all day every day, reading books I always dreamed of reading or lounging by the pool, watching the newest documentaries on Netflix or Hulu. It’s occurred to me that I’ve learned much more about the world here, tucked away in a home, than I did outside working at the diner.
Then when Cameron returns home in the evenings and sees me–he always finds me first thing when he walks through the door–we make love, multiple times, and it feels like heavenly bliss. When I’m with the alpha male, I feel safe. I feel protected, loved, nourished, and provided for. We eat dinner together, just the two of us, sometimes on the back patio overlooking the gardens or sometimes in the ornate dining room, and Cameron’s eyes are appreciative, his blue eyes burnishing me with love.