Chapter 10 | Cameron
Chapter 10
Cameron
“W ho the fuck is it now?” I mumbled as I placed my robe on, grabbed a towel to clean myself on the way to curse anyone standing at my door at this time. A time when I didn’t want to be disturbed. Maybe it was important, but there was only one person who knew I’d be here if I didn’t return home. Anyone else would have contacted me by text if it had been business. If this wasn’t business and the hotel staff let them up, that person would be fired tomorrow for allowing someone up here before they announced them.
Without looking, and damned pissed beyond my limits, I reached for the door handle and jerked the door open with a scowl.
“I knew you were here.” I was met with a wide grin playing on Kyle’s face which didn’t calm the hostility on mine.
Kyle proceeded to push me aside and burst into the main room. Thank goodness this was a suite because under no circumstances did I want Sam to meet this character. Kyle had been a man from my past, but he was always showing up when he wasn’t wanted or needed. I never knew how he did this, and how he’d managed to find me, or get on this floor, but find me he did, and had.
“Yes, but what are you doing here, Kyle?” He strode around eyeing the room and looking for the hallway leading to the bedroom. If he’d made an attempt to get past me and found his way to the bedroom where Sam had been lying naked waiting for me, I would have ordered him back into the lobby and called for security. Realizing that may have been too excessive even for Kyle, I let that thought go.
Dressed in a smart dark suit and an open collar white shirt he stood with his hands in his pockets looking handsome as usual, but he had a personality I didn’t like and a moral compass I’d given up on when Brett and I married. When I focused on Kyle and not how I felt about him, I focused on his words. “I heard from Jason you were on the market again, and you know how we were—”
Interrupting Kyle, I said, “No I don’t.” This man was hyperactive and over-sexed, which accounted for him not being satisfied with any one man. I thought he should have grown out of that, but I guessed you didn’t. It wasn’t as if he was a pair of pants and you picked up weight. With that notion I forgave him for being unfaithful and completely unhinged.
“Do you want me to remind you? You know before you married that old dude—”
“He was the age I am now, and his name was Brett.”
“Never mind, he’s no longer here to interfere in your fun or mine. He’s gone and you aren’t married. You are free, and I thought we could have an orgy. Before Brett, do you remember every time you were in Houston or New York we’d get together—”
“Will you be quiet? I have company.” Kyle turned his back to me and a grin tugged at his mouth.
“Who is it?” Kyle made a move to the hall. I placed my hand on his chest, and I stood in front of him, and blocked his entry. However, he kept his eyes on the door he thought or knew to be the bedroom. Thank goodness I’d thought to close the door.
“Well?” Kyle removed his hands from his pockets and raised them.
“You don’t know him. He’s special.”
“The way I was once upon a time.”
“You were never special, Kyle, and you knew it. You fucked around with every one of my friends, business partners and you name it. Now why would I count you as being special?”
“I was young then. I’m seasoned now. More mature like yourself only I’m thirty and younger than you. That would make me special.”
“Is that what you call it. Special to me is someone I can have an exclusive relationship with. Someone I can trust to only sleep with me.”
“What young man who has a hard cock would give up his freedom—”
“I want children.”
“Like I was saying, what young man would give up his freedom to play mom where he has to be home all the time and wait for you to come in to be with them? If I remember Brett would wait on you and who knows what he was doing when you were away.” I raised an eyebrow to signal that Kyle was going too far. However, Kyle would push the envelope as far as he could to make a point.
“Watch what you say, Kyle. If Brett was unfaithful you would know and you would have said something, if only to break us up where you thought you could move in on him.”
“Touché. I don’t know anything about Brett. But that doesn’t mean I can’t find something out and tell you. Maybe then you can put away your mourning shroud.”
“I’m not interested.”
“Any coffee?”
“You’re not staying that long as a matter of fact, I wish you would leave before I call someone to see you out.”
“That man is that serious? What’s his name?” I glared at him. “That serious where you won’t give me any clues.” I reached for Kyle’s hand and tugged him in the direction of the door. Reluctantly he allowed me to lead him to the door. Before he exited, he said, “If you don’t want to tell me, I’ll find out because I know all the gay rich and ne’er-do-well men in Houston and New York, not unless he’s from San Francisco. I hear a lot of people are moving here and it’s not for the weather either.”
“No, it’s not for the weather.” When I turned there was Sam standing behind me and when Kyle heard his voice he turned with a wicked grin. “Hi there. My name is Kyle.” He reached around with me standing in the middle and Sam glanced down and shook his hand. When Sam glanced up at me, I knew Kyle had given him one of those take charge I’m a top handshakes.
“I’m Sam.”
“He’s leaving, Sam. I have a few questions to ask you.”
“If Cam got your name and not your number, then don’t expect him to call you or see you again. Did he tell you he was moving?” Sam glanced over at me with a knowing glare. Yet he didn’t know how I felt in my heart about him. I knew he was the one man I wanted to spend the next half of my life with. He was the man I wanted to ask if he wanted children.
“Kyle, I have your number and it says it’s time for you to go.” I needed him to leave like yesterday. I needed my head examined to have allowed him to enter my suite. Some men you knew would fuck up your day and now my night and make it a living hell.
However, some men would make your life worth living.
Kyle waved at Sam and walked to the door, opened it, because he knew it was time and I was close behind and then closed the door the minute he stepped into the corridor leading to the elevators. But knowing him, he’d hang around and get coffee or a drink and perhaps something to eat hoping I’d get rid of Sam, but that would never happen. I wouldn’t trade a night with Sam for all the nights with Kyle.
Looking over at Sam dressed, and the night still young, I said, “Don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone tonight.” I tried to keep my voice strong, but it was one octave from whining and begging, and that wasn’t a good sound or look for a man my age and sophistication.
“You can always call Kyle, and I’m sure he’ll bring you company—”
“You heard?”
“Yes.”
“Everything?” I questioned.
“Almost everything.” If he hadn’t heard all of our conversation, then I still had some kind of influence.
“Sit and let’s talk.” I locked eyes with him and I could feel the emotion and passion and he was jealous. That could help my cause. Jealousy is always the closer if a man or woman is into you, I thought.