Chapter 90 - Starting Point (1/2)

I wore a beautiful vintage floral dress, did a simple make up and slightly curled my hair. When I was ready to go I left the house to drive to the place I rented to welcome in the painters. I explained to them what they had to do and then watched them prepare everything to begin panting.

Then when I made sure they were working properly I walked out to contemplate the fresh sprint light breeze.

I just felt so alive and happy, I couldn't even remember the last time I felt so happy without any particular reason.

My dress blew with the wind reminding me of the weekend Cameron and I spent together.

When I walked back inside I kept myself occupied so that hours would pass away faster. I spent the day unboxing furnitures Then I thought of what I could sell in the two available empty rooms when I realized I could use the rooms as shops for motorcycling and car ride clothes.

And in case the shops would do well I could also sell motorcycle helmets and replacements car parts.

The hours passed by fast enough that soon was almost lunchtime. I heard someone knocking at the door, when I went to open it, the silhouette of a pizza man appeared on the threshold. He was carrying a dozen of pizzas.

”I am sure you have mistaken the address, I didn't order anything,” I said confused, gesturing with my hands. He shook his head and handed me the pizzas.

I checked the surrounding in search of someone who may live in the nearby and could have ordered.

A few seconds later a car whizzed approaching the main street and stopping in front of us. My heart skipped a breath when I recognized the driver. It was Cameron, announcing his presence with a roar of engine. He walked down with his usual wicked yet debonair smile painted on his face.

”I ordered for her, you can bring the pizza inside.” The pizza man looked at me a bit confused waiting for my approval so I nodded to allow him in as I pushed the door open.

”Should I get used to people waiting for your consent when I tell them what to do?” I heard his guttural voice nearer to my ear and a second after he was wrapping his hands around my hips and kissing my neck.

”I couldn't wait till tonight to see you.”

He pushed me even closer allowing me to melt beneath his warmth.

The pizza man came back to us and waited for the tip, probably realizing that Cameron was a wealthy man thanks to his appearance and his car.

Cameron slipped out of his wallet 50 dollars and gave the tip to the lucky guy who smiled hugely.

”Thank you. Thank you so much.” The young man thanked us with eyes full of commotion. He was so grateful that he even bent down and hugged Cameron clumsily.

”You're welcome.” Cameron returned the smile and the guy found his way in his car way too quickly, probably concerned Cameron would change his mind.

”What a nice gesture,” I commented turning around to face him since he was hugging me from behind.

His hands still wrapped around my hips trapping me in a prison I never wanted to break out from.