Elizabeth Elliot has been through foster care for so long and 4 years ago,she was set free. Trying to piece her life back after the terrible luck experience with her foster homes,which will always be a part of her. Getting a shitty job at a club at...
🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 She saw them both facing each other,Blake was leaning on one side of the counter and sipping his coffee.He was still in his oversized sweatpants and sweatshirt.
It looked like he was getting ready for his morning workout.
"Hey" she said and walked over to him.
"Hi" he smiled after his initial shock. Not wasting any time,he put down his cup of coffee and drew her to him fast.
She shrieked and giggled and they shared a kiss.
From the corner of her eyes,she thought she saw Camille scowl and make a gagging face but she quickly shoved that out of her thoughts.
They broke apart and she wiped his lips "What were you two talking about?" She turned to face Camille still held close to Blake's side.
He offered her his cup of coffee and she drank and then he took a sip grinning widely.
Camille spoke then "We were just talking about Mr.Stone's arch nemesis in the business world and the headlines of the business news today" she passed Lizzy the newspaper in her hand and she read the words aloud:
"Jihon enterprises shut down for embezzlement allegations"
"Wow" she said overwhelmed.
This was not really her forte but she could guess that it was a big win for Blake.
She was happy for him and at the same time sad that such an unfortunate incident could occur in someone's life.
After a little pause,Camille decided to excuse herself.
"You need to stay in bed" She groaned.
"But I stayed in bed all day yesterday" She cried.
"That's besides the point,you still need rest" He argued.He put down his empty cup taking care to rinse it first.
"Come on,off to bed you go" He shooed.
She pouted and the urge to kiss her lips was so strong he was unable to resist.
They kissed for a while before breaking apart at the clattering of pans.
They turned to see Camille by the door,nervously picking up the fallen pans.
"Am so sorry"she said apologetic, not meeting their eyes in nervousness.
" Its okay"Lizzy replied and bent to help her because they kept slipping from her hands and right back where they started.
Blake took a hold of Lizzy's arm and pulled her up,taking her straight to bed for fear of her overworking herself.
That night,the scenes of the morning came replaying in her mind.She was getting this eerie feeling that Camille could not be trusted.
It was laughable,really.Having only just known Camille for only a day. But she definitely had not imagined the victorious smirk that spread across Camille's face just before Blake whisked her away.
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*This is how I imagine Camille*
She tossed and turned,sleep unable to come. Blake was working late tonight,so she had just settled for lying in his warm bed for a while.
She missed him.She had to admit. 'Loving someone was hard.'
She heard muffled sounds coming from outside the windows, Someone was giggling and moaning.
She opened her curtains to let the moonlight stream in and her eyes landed on something or 'someone' moving around in the darkness.
Her eyes adjusted to the light and she could make out the figures as soon as her vision cleared. There was the unmistakable redhead pinned to the wall by a man. She had to squint her eyes more to see his face clearly under the moonlight.
It was Mr.Morris,the gardener.His pants was down to his ankles and Camille's legs were wrapped high around his waist.
He was grunting and thrusting while Camille was moaning both unaware of the attention they were getting.
The moon shone bright highlighting their faces. Camille's skirt was rucked up and her shirt open to reveal her breasts .
Lizzy couldn't watch.She closed the blinds and went back to bed.With her thoughts swirling.
The same nervous,shy lady was the same one locked in a frenzy of passion with a man old enough to be her father.Nonetheless,at such an unorthodox place like that.
She shoke the thoughts out of her head and tried her hardest to fall asleep ...
