His Number

Chapter Thirteen- Checkers.

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OH YEAH. so on the previous chapter, a bunch of you guys were confused on who Cameron was, and hopefully this chapter clears things up. But if not, Cameron was the bodyguard-in-training from the White House; the one that caught her and Ryder. Okay! Now onto reading!

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Chapter Thirteen- Checkers.

Charlotte Everley

                “Cameron?” I said, confused and surprised. His facial expression told me that he felt the same way.

                “Charlotte?” He said, his voice showcasing just how confused he was.

                “What are you doing here?” We both asked in unison. I felt my eyebrows jump, as I stood back, amused.

                “So?” He blinked. I rolled my eyes. “What are you doing here?” His mouth made an ‘O’ as he understood what I meant.

                “Well, what are you doing here?”

                “Because of her.” I said, lifting up Naomi slightly, seemingly surprising Cameron of the one-year-old’s presence. “I’m babysitting.” Then, I smirked. “Your turn.”

                And just like that, his face goes from openly showcasing emotions to completely and utterly closed off. It almost scared me how he could do that so quickly.

                “I’m just looking for Cole.” His reply was to the point but platonic. Unreadable. Calculated. I eyed him warily.

                “He just left.” I paused, looking at him. He was wearing a short sleeve plaid shirt, dark jeans, and converse. Not the usual White House bodyguard ensemble. “Want me to leave a message for you?”

                He shook his head. That, too, seemed calculated. I wonder if it’s part of Secret Service training, I thought to myself.

                “Are you sure?” I asked. “Cause you were pounding pretty hard on his door two seconds ago.” I observed him again. Nothing. No response whatsoever.

                “Well, okay, if you don’t need any of my,” I paused for a second. “Assistance, I’ll see you around. I hope you and Cole have fun doing..whatever you guys are doing.” I flashed him a smile before stepping back and closing the door. Once it was closed, I found myself unable to move away from it. After staring at the door for a second longer, I took a deep breath and glanced down at Naomi, before setting my eyes on her.