Interrupted Vol 1 (6 page)

“I’m always nice, Taylor.”

“Good! She’s going through a lot of shit right now, and her husband or whatever you call him is a dick.”

Leaning in, I cock my head to the right and smirk. “I know.”

“She told you?” Natalie asks, pushing Taylor back. “Whoa that’s interesting,” she shakes her head, “you seriously better have been nice Sharp or I’ll kick your ass! Now give us the 411 so we’re not surprised.”

“There’s no 411 or whatever the fuck you said.”

“You’re impossible,” Taylor mumbles. “We know you’re up to something, so keep your secrets.”

Drinking my coffee, I set it down, “I’ll fire both of you when I’m back in town, and no, I’m not telling either of you anything.” The girls aren’t going to take no for an answer, but no one can know what’s going on. I know what I’m doing. “Fill me in. What’s been going on with the
company
?”

We spend the next hour talking about the company and current contracts. I leave the both of them with tasks and trust they’ll get it done.

“Email me with any issues. I’ll speak to the both of you soon.” Before they have the chance to answer, I shut down Skype and turn back to more emails. It’s been a long morning, full of issues and damage control so I don’t lose millions.

My mother walks in with Grayson in her arms. “Someone is missing you.”

I reach over and take Grayson in my arms. He has his mother’s eyes, and they sparkle likes hers. Those intense, beautiful eyes. I see her in him. He coos, turning his head to my chest. “Is he hungry, Mom?”

“No, he just had a bottle, and he’s been burped,” she smiles, sitting down next to me. I’m glad to have my mom travel with me. She’s the only person I trust with Grayson. “Honey, are you okay?”

“Not sure.” Walking around my office with Grayson, I fidget with the watch in my pocket. I’ve had it for years, and I know I can buy a new one, a better one, but I want to keep this one. “I need things to happen now.”

“I know, Honey.” She squeezes my hand reassuring me things will work out.

Besides my mother, I trust my personal assistant and partner. There’s only a few people I trust in this world. Only a few people who know the truth of what I’m hiding.

My phone beeps, indicating an email.

Sharp-

Everything’s in place as per our conversation. Let me know if you need anything else.

I smile. Good. This is what I need to hear. Thinking about my bulletproof plan, I’ve been over this for years. Why have I waited so long? I have my reasons. I needed to know the truth. And with the truth, I can slowly bring it all back, but will I be forgiven for my actions? Are they justified?

We’ll just have to see.

I put Grayson to bed a few hours later. It’s hard letting him out of my arms, but I know my son is well taken care of and loved. I think about the woman who gave me a chance. From the moment he was placed in my arms, I promised him I would give him the best life possible. I have the means to do that and the heart. I may seem like a cold-hearted asshole, but look deeper and you’ll see a broken man trying to stay strong for his son. Soon, his life and mine will be complete.

I know what’s best for us. I know what I need to do. Some people think I’m a heartless bastard, yet how am I heartless?

Pulling out the file from my locked desk, I open it, looking at the pictures from my PI. The pictures capture what I need to see. I touch each one, hoping my touch will be felt. I study each one, memorizing everything I see.

Call it an obsession. Call it whatever you want.

I know what I’m doing. I know what I want. And soon I’ll have it.

“ALL RIGHT, COME ON, SWEETIE.”

“Help me,” I slur, seeing two of Beverly and Natalie. Damn, it looks like four bottles of wine can really fuck you up. But damn, do I feel good.

“Babe, I’m trying, but you need to help me, too. Natalie, you okay?”

“Can we please
not
let her drink this much again?”

“How do I say goodbye to all of this?” Pushing away from the girls, I walk inside the house and stumble into the living room, breaking down again for the thousandth time tonight. As bad as it is between Henry and me, I’m still a mess. Our lawyers are drawing up our divorce papers, and soon we’ll have to sign off recognizing the dissolution of years of memories and love. “How the fuck do you let go of someone you love?”

Beverly breathes, taking my hands. “Henry’s an asshole, Cam.”

“There’s Ayden too,” I slur, shaking my head. “First, Ayden, and now, Henry. I’m going to fucking be the crazy cat woman and sit in the corner rocking back and forth.”

“Oh, shut up,” Natalie yells. She takes my face in her hands and looks at me, “you’ve been like this for too fucking long. Put on your big girl panties and move the fuck on. I know you think I’m a bitch, but
he’s
not worth it.”

“I know,” I whisper, “I know, and you’re right. I’m scared. Henry and I built our lives together though.”

“I know, Babe,” she moves a strand of my brown hair from my eyes. “I know.”

We sit on my deck for a little while longer. Natalie brings me a glass of water, but I push it away. The girls talk about Bev’s pregnancy and I instantly feel guilty. I haven’t been there for my friends.

“How’s work going?”

“Really busy,” I sigh. Luckily things have been going nonstop at work so I don’t have to dwell on the things around the house or the divorce. At least I won’t have to worry about Henry coming home. Everything of Henry’s is out of the house. The closet we shared for years only holds my things. The empty side taunts me, but I have to be strong. I can’t be with a man like Henry. I deserve more.

“All right, Babe, well remember: be awesome and text me in the morning.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” Natalie says, kissing my forehead. “Remember, you’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” I mumble, walking them out and heading upstairs to my room.

Pulling out my phone, I text Sharp. For some reason, I need him to be an asshole to me tonight.

Me:
Are you sleeping?

Sharp:
No. Do you need something?

Me:
Just wanted to talk. My divorce is going through right now. They’re expediting it so we can finalize it ASAP.

Sharp:
Glad you found the balls you need to leave him.

Me:
What does the ‘A’ in your name stand for?

Sharp:
Why?

Me:
Just curious.

Sharp:
Just an initial.

He’s the most complex man I know, and that’s what attracts me to him. I have no idea what he looks like and it kills me to know I’m falling for someone I don’t truly know. I’ve been asking Natalie and Taylor if there are any pictures of him and both shake their head. Apparently Sharp is a private man. There are no pictures of him online and since he’s away in Europe, I haven’t had the chance to meet him.

Me:
When do you come home?

Sharp:
Why?

Me:
Just wondering =)

Sharp:
Or are you hoping to be a naughty girl with me?

I instantly blush. This is the first time he’s ever said anything like this to me. We usually flirt dangerously close to unknown boundaries, but this is a first. My heart races and my pussy screams for more. I have no idea what to say back! I don’t want to seem like a girl and get whiny and offended, because I’m not.

Me:
Maybe ;)

Okay, that’s a girly response! I’ve never done anything this kinky before. Sexting!? I totally need help in that field.

Sharp:
Your pussy can’t handle me.

Me:
Why do you say that?

Sharp:
Are you saying you can?

Me:
I’m up for anything.

• • •

The next morning I wake up vowing to be a better and stronger woman. I want to be that Cam again, the girl who stands tall against the bullshit. Walking in my closet, I pick out a navy blue pencil skirt with a white button down.

Stepping in the bathroom, I turn on the water to cool and let the water run down my body. Getting shaving out of the way, I spend a little more time conditioning my hair and making sure it’s soft and smooth. Wrapping the white, fluffy towel around my body, I towel dry my hair and follow it with a blow dryer. While blow drying my hair, I look at myself in the mirror, studying my eyes and face. The dark circles need to be covered, and I’m in need of a facial, stat! Finishing getting ready, I spray on some light perfume and head downstairs, ready to take on the world.

Walking out of my house, I unlock my car and smile because this is a new day, and I will be great. I have to tell myself this. It’s what keeps me going. Swallowing hard, I breathe in and out mentally preparing myself for today.

THE VOICES COMING THROUGH my phone are giving me a headache. I’ve been on this conference call for the past two hours, and nothing is working. No one wants to fucking listen, and I’m ready to cancel my contracts with these assholes.

“Gentlemen, please calm down.”

“Sharp, the cameras. We need to upgrade the system, but first we have to reset—”

“No! We will not be resetting anything. The potential damage is too great. Figure it out!” I hang up the phone and my mother comes in.

“Need Advil and coffee?”

“Yes.”

“All right. Be right there.”

I send an email to Taylor asking her for an update and the reports. I need to know what the fuck is going on with my company.

Sharp,

I don’t know what the hell happened with your conference, but everything’s fine on our end. You need to relax and calm down. Trust me and know that I have the company’s best interest. This is my life on the line too. I’ve attached some reports for your viewing pleasure.

So Cam came in with a smile on her face, and you’re in a bad mood. You’re normally in a bad mood when you’ve lost money (which we haven’t) or if it’s been a while since you’ve been laid. I’m going with option 2. What’s going on between the two of you?

PS – I know you’ve been home from Paris. I don’t know why you’re hiding at home, but I’ll find out…I always do ;)

A smirk comes on my face. I’ve been home for a little while, but it’s not time to go back to the office. Not yet. I open the reports and agree with Taylor’s findings. Everything in the company is fine. I can be here and do the work from here.

“Come on.”

“What?”

“You need to get out of this office and take me and Grayson out. So hurry up and let’s go.”

“Mom,” I start to say, “right now isn’t a good—”

“Are you talking back?

“Okay, let me do some last minutes things and we’ll go.”

She smiles, leaving the office. I finish what I need and shut down my laptop, joining them in the living room.

“Look, Grayson, that’s Daddy. We actually get one day with him.”

“Funny, Mother. Very funny.” She’s right. I smile, taking Grayson and getting him settled in his stroller. “Come on, Grayson.”