Song of the chapter: Shakira - Underneath Your Clothes
Cam >
xxx
I woke up dazedly
from sleep. I looked around, confused about my whereabouts. I was lying alone
on a huge bed, with blindingly white sheets. And to add more to the effect, the
sunlight was shining through the wall length glass windows in the room on my
left. There was a spectacular view of new York from that window. It felt as if
I was sleeping on clouds.
I looked around
again. The bed I was lying on was a king size, and could probably fit eight
people. The room I was in was black and white, simplistic yet modern. Something
that I really admired. I saw a painting of black and white swirls above a small
table across the table. And on the table, there was one MacBook.
I saw a door three
doors min the room, two on one corner and the other on the far right. Well... how
was I supposed to get out of here? I got up, still drunk from sleep, two one of
the two doors on the left. I opened it and stepped through. I saw a shower and
a toilet, with a little Jacuzzi in one corner. The whole room was turquoise. So
this had to be an en suite. I shrugged and closed the door.
I opened the next
door to reveal a narrow but spacious room. My jaw slacked. It was white, and
there were shelves on one wall and an open wardrobe on the other. But what
shocked me the most is the amount of clothes in this room. This walk in closet
looked like a shop. I saw so many shoes, coats, jackets, pants and accessories.
And they all looked very expensive. I'm sure I could pay off the whole of Africa's
college fund just by the clothes alone. I'm sure they all jointly add up to at
least a million. At the very least.
I walked over to a
dresser table to see dozens of Rolex watches lined up against each other. I
tentatively touched ne, and I felt the cold silver on my skin. I held my hand
there for about a minute, then decide to let go. I couldn't afford to damage
anything in this room.
I walked to the
clothes on the racks, and saw a huge variety of clothing. Ranging from normal
cotton to Egyptian thread, from Nike to Tom Ford. I saw that in the shoes as
well. I was looking at the coats when I heard a voice behind me.
"Like what you see?"
I turned around to see Cameron standing there, in all his morning glory. He had
bed hair, which looked incredible on him. He was smiling and held a mug in his
hand, wearing a pair of boxers and a plain black t-shirt.
"What do you mean
love it? I could practically live here," I exclaimed, and held on to one of the
coats and pressed it on my cheek. I heard him chuckle.
"Well, if you think
this is much, you haven't even stepped into my dad's closet. It basically a
room that could house three families, and all he has in there are suits,
watches and more suits," he said mockingly. I looked at the Rolex watches.
"Hey, where do you
get the Rolex's? They pretty damn expensive...," I trailed off. He shrugged.
"I only bought one
of those. The rest were given to me by my dad. I don't usually wear them,
except to important occasions," he said nonchalantly. I continued gazing at the
watches in wonder.
"You can wear one,
if you'd like," he suggested. I looked at him warily.
"Are you sure?" I
asked. He sighed and trudged over, placing the mug on the dresser top. He took
one of the watches, it was rose gold with a green and gold face. He took my
wrist gently and slipped the watch on. He clamped it on snugly and held his
hand on my wrist a bit longer.
"See? It looks good
on you," he said, examining the watch on my wrist. "It matches your
personality."
"And how would you
describe that?" I asked. He smiled and looked up at me.
"Gentle and caring,
yet brazen and rude," he said. I clutched my chest, feigning hurt.
"I am not rude," I
said dramatically. He rolled his eyes.
"Remember our first
morning together?" He said. I huffed in annoyance.
"Fine, but it was
only because you were rude too," I said. He chuckled and inspected my wrist
again.
"Keep it," he said
suddenly.
"Keep what?"
"The watch," he
said. My eyes widened.
"No. no no no no," I
chanted. He looked at me confusedly.
"Why not?"
"It's way too big of
a gift. I can't accept that."
"Hey, it looks good
on you. And I don't even wear it. I see no reason why you shouldn't keep it."
"This is like asking
me to marry you!"
"Well, yeah," he
said. I rolled my eyes and began taking off the watch when he stopped me.
"Please don't. I
really want you to keep it," he said. I saw the desperation in his eyes which
made my heart melt. He looked like the cute puppies with chocolaty eyes. I
sighed in defeat.
"Okay," I said. He
smiled.
"Cool. The breakfast
is getting cold," he said and walked out. I followed, the expensive with still
clasping my wrist.
We walked out of the
bedroom via the third door that I was yet to open. We walked down the passage
with many other doors and down the stairs to the kitchen I could now see the
extreme beauty of these apartment in the broad daylight. The whole downstairs
was monochromatic, with a few browns here and there. Seemed like monochrome was
his colour. It looked so good, though. Like a house out of Forbes magazine.
The sunlight
streaming through the glass windows/walls intensified the beauty of this
apartment. Everything looked modern, coming to life. I was in awe of this
amazing living space.
"H-how could you
afford this?" I asked. I immediately went red after asking the question, the
answer obvious.
Cameron seemed to
notice this and chuckled. "My dad and mom bought it for me after high school.
They practically forced me to live here. I thought it was too big for one
person, and at first I hated living here. But I've grown to love it," he explained.
I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.
"How could you hate
living here?" I asked him incredulously. He shrugged.
"I just wanted the
normal New York experience, I guess. With the small, homey apartment and
stuff," he said. I nodded.
"Let's eat," he said
and sat down at the dining room table. I saw that the plates of food were
already there, an English breakfast waiting. I sat with him and we dug into our
plates. When I was halfway through, I asked him some questions.
"How come you have
so many clothes in there? That is literally shop-size..." I said. He smiled.
"I didn't realise
that I had some sense of fashion until some people pointed it out. I always buy
and keep my clothes. I go shopping once in a while, but when I do, I go all
out," he said.
"Hmm, at least you
don't have to worry about your budget," I said nonchalantly. He looked at me
strangely. I quickly changed the subject.
"Where do you go to
school?" I asked.
"NYU."
"Oh, cool. You're
studying business there?" I asked. He nodded.
"Ugh, it's so
intense. Especially since it my last year."
"Wait, when are you
starting your finals?"
"Tomorrow."
"WHAT!!!???"
He looked up in
confusion. I got up from the table.
"Where are your
textbooks?" I asked, folding my arms. He still looked at me confusedly.
"They're in the drawer
in the lounge. Why?" he asked. I walked to the lounge and took out the books in
the black drawer. They were very thick, and very heavy.
"You spent the week
with me when you were actually supposed to be studying. I take the blame, but still.
I don't think that you've studied at all. And the worst part is that your nit
even panicking," I yelled from the lounge. He walked in and took the textbooks
from my hand.
"I actually studied
yesterday. Don't worry about it," he said. I took the textbooks back.
"But you're supposed
know this whole textbook from page 1 to end," I said. He raised his arms in
surrender.
"Okay, if it makes
you happy. You sound like my mom by the way," he said. We went over to the
couch and sat on it.
And that how we
spent the whole day. Studying. And he did know most off the things he was
studying. I quizzed him and he got almost all of the answers right. He could
easily get an A. we made a deal that for every right answer he gets, I kiss
him. By the middle of it, my lips were sore and swollen. I was surprised that
he was a smarty pants, although his actions and attitude highly detested that.
And I learnt a few things about business as well. It was
weird, knowing some of the in and out factors in running a business. I could
tell that Cameron was going to take over from his father one day.
By the time we were
finished, it was four o clock. I was surprised, since it seemed like it was a
very short time. I got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen for a glass
of water. Cameron took shower. I walked
to his bedroom when he was done.
"I think I better
leave now, It's getting late and I have work tomorrow," I said. He gave me the puppy eyes look and he tugged at
my arm.
"Please don't leave.
Please!" He said. I shook my head, not looking at his face.
"Please!" I looked
at his face, and I immediately saw my downfall of my decision. I gave in to the
chocolate eyes.
"Okay," I said. He
smiled and hugged me.
"Why does me staying
have an impact on you?" I asked. He shrugged.
"I love having you
here."
I walked to the en
suite door.
"Can I take a shower?" I asked.
"You can basically
puke everywhere and I still wouldn't mind. Of course you can," he said.
"Way too graphic," I
said. He smirked. I opened the door and got in, taking along shower. I kept
thinking about everything that has ever happened since the day I met Cameron. I
must admit, everything has been a bit rocky. But I think that it was worth it.
He may be a little stupid sometimes, but I think that's what makes him lovable.
I got out of the
shower and saw a new pair of white Armani boxers. The kind that you see on
every ad. It had a little pink sticky not on it.
Don't worry, they're new.
I smiled to myself. I slipped them on with the shirt that I was wearing yesterday. I walked
downstairs and saw him sitting on the lounge, watching TV. It was Mind Games. I
sat next to him and watched it. Ten minutes in, he spoke.
"So, I hope you
enjoyed today," he said. I smiled.
"Yeah, I did. I also
learned a few things about business, thanks to you."
"No problem. And I
did, too. I think that every moment I share with you, I'll always enjoy. Even
if it's not so great."
"Uhm, thanks?" I
said awkwardly. He laughed.
"That's not what
you're supposed to say," he said. I laughed with him.
"Okay, okay. What am
I supposed to say, then?"
"I have no idea..."
I was my turn to
laugh now. He smiled and pulled me into his chest. I snuggled closer to him,
and we watched the rest of the show, content.