Chapter 12: Convincing

Janelle's P.O.V

Cameron came with a different car this time, which shouldn't have been surprising considering he was always wearing designer shit. The new one was less fancy but just as luxurious as the first. An S-class Mercedes Benz that didn't seem like it had ever been on the road even once. The sunlight made the silver paint shine as if it were real silver. 

He led me downstairs and pressed the button on the key to open the lock before holding the door open for the passenger's side so I could get inside.

"Where are we going?" I queried, getting into the car and waiting for him as he returned to the driver's side. 

"Not too far. We are going to have breakfast at a restaurant that is right next to the hotel we went to last night." He looked at me with a sigh, and I think it had something to do with the fact that I didn't stay over last night. "What do you plan to do after? I'm free the whole day. I can take you anywhere you like."

"I don't have anything planned yet, but if I had to choose, I'd rather go shopping for clothes." I sighed, looking out the window as he began driving. "I'm yet to get any decent clothing and have been in this pair for some time now. I don't want to be seen with it again."

"Then how about I buy you some nice clothes?" He grinned, skillfully maneuvering the car on the road. "And then maybe…go for a movie? And end the day with dinner somewhere fancy?"

Ignoring his question, I turned to the left facing him, and gave him a suspicious, uncomfortable stare. "To what do I owe this favor?" I couldn't understand why he hadn't moved on from me yet. I was not the best woman he ever fucked, so what was the hold-up about?

I honestly didn't want to sound like a rude, ungrateful bitch, but being on the battlefield sometimes teaches you that not everyone wants to befriend you out of the goodness of their hearts. Sometimes, there are dangerous ulterior motives behind them.

"You owe me nothing, Janelle. Or maybe accepting my request? But that's not compulsory. Let's just say this is a bribe. So that you'd agree to spend more time with me." He set out on the slightly busy road, swearing at drivers who recklessly attempted to overtake us. He steered the wheels tactfully, before halting at a small, but very beautiful restaurant.

"Is this the place?" I was already trying to open the door, so I could get out of the car, but Cameron was faster.

"Yes, my goddess." He said as he rushed out first, and moved to my side of the vehicle. He then opened the door from the outside. "This way, please." He said, bowing slightly as if in curtsy and wearing a bright, fond smile as he held out his hand.

"I can get out of the car myself, Cameron. And why are you still calling me that?" The reason I told him that I wanted to be treated like a 'goddess' was because I wanted to tease him about sex. But it seems like he has now taken it personally and planned to make my life living hell, because he calls me by that title every chance he gets. It was starting to get a bit embarrassing.

"Because I like it. It seems to fit you very well." He said in response, before leading the way to the restaurant.

Astounded by his reply, I asked again. "Why do you find it fitting? Are you trying to prank me?"

"Absolutely not." He said sincerely. "I think it's fitting because a Queen or a Goddess doesn't need to depend on anyone. They're powerful in their own right and no one can stop them from getting what they want."

Before I could say another word, he was headed for the entrance, as he reached out and held my hand, making a jolt of electricity course through my arm. But when I looked up at him, trying to figure out if he felt anything at all, I saw him with a huge grin on his face as he led the way.

I frowned at his jolliness, not understanding why he was suddenly so happy. 

"You appear very happy and excited this morning, what's the secret?" I peered into his face, admiring the smile he wore.

"Last night... It was so surreal. Undeniably the best night of my entire life, I swear." He answered.

"You mean…when we slept together?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yeah, ma'am." If possible, his grin widened. "You fucked me so good!"

I blushed shyly, aware that those around us might have heard him. A few people looked at us, some whispered while smiling, and I tried to keep my head down, letting my hair fan my face.

"They're probably on honeymoon." A brown woman said to her partner.

"I don't think so," her teenage daughter interrupted her. "Neither of them has a ring on." 

I glanced at them through the corner of my eye, wondering if, in their eyes, Cameron and I made a good fit.

Cameron was still speaking, oblivious to the murmurs in the surrounding and how people kept glancing at us. Of course, I had a better hearing sense than he did, thanks to the military training. "I swear, I have never felt that way before. No one comes close, Jane. Not one at all."

"You are exaggerating. You've fucked a lot of women, why would I believe that I do it better?" My response was near a whisper.

Maybe because he finally noticed that we had unintentionally become the centre of attention, he sat us down on a seat right at the back and whispered into my ears just like I had been whispering. "Do you recall what you said to me last night?" He said this, looking down at me through beautiful green eyes.

"No..." I wore a blank look. "What was it I said to you?"

"You told me to treat you like a goddess…but instead, you made me feel like a king." He smirked, looking down at my lips. "And I think you deserve the accolades I'm giving you."

"Accolades for doing what exactly?"

"For unapologetically being you and being so good at being you." He licked his lips, making me take in a gasped breath. "The things that mouth can do…I don't think anyone can do it better…at least not for me."

Never in my life had I thought that dirty talk could be this arousing. Not until I met Cameron.

"You've probably used this line on a gazillion others."

"I admit, yes. I have told a lot of other women these same words." He grinned, unashamed. "But this time, I mean it. You're different."

I felt jealousy well up inside of me all of a sudden, but suppressed it with an iron-fisted control. I reminded myself that Cameron was a flirt and that he and I had nothing going on. Getting jealous was pointless…especially when I didn't want this relationship going anywhere.

"Why should I believe you?" I frowned. "Give me three valid points why you think I'm so pleasing and different."

"I'm no longer in college, Jane. I don't know how to outline things anymore." He laughed softly while scanning the restaurant for a waiter to notice us. It seemed to be really busy this morning…or should I say noon, since it was almost lunch hours.

"So in other words, you were just messing around when you said I'm different and the best, is that not so?"

Exhaling deeply, he pulled his hand away from mine. "Don't get me wrong. What I'm trying to say is that you're good in bed, on all three points."

I rolled my eyes at his words. "Seriously, Cameron. Sex again. Is that like the only thing on your mind?"

"Well, no. I'm not a sex freak, I swear." He laughed out loud this time, attracting even more attention to us. "And not all women who claim to have slept with me, truly have. But that's how jealousy works, I guess. They'll give anything to sleep with me and when that doesn't work, they'll say anything to make it seem like they slept with me. It sometimes feels like a competition."

"That doesn't answer my question yet. What is it about me that makes you think I'm so special and different?" I wasn't going to relent until I got answers to my question, especially when he seems to be adamant about not leaving me alone. "If you cannot give a valid answer, then it means you were just messing around."

"I don't know you too well to give you all the points, Jane." He shrugged. "So the only think I can say is that we had great sex."

"So..." I wasn't satisfied yet. "Your point is that this whole thing is about sex?"

"Sex is the only interaction we have had. And like I said before, it takes more than sex to bond with a person."

"What does it take to bond with another person?" I wasn't sure where this was going anymore, but I'm sure Cam had a point…

"A lot. Consider my offer, Jane. Spend the Christmas vacation with me at my villa." He said finally, trapping me in. "That way, we can truly get to know each other and when you ask me this question again, at the end of the holidays, I'm sure I'll give you an answer you'll be satisfied with.

"Hm," I looked at him with discomfort, wondering what was in his flirty mind. Why was he so adamant about me spending the holidays at his villa?

"I won't hurt you, that much you can be assured of." He added, trying to convince me further. "I mean... you're so strong already! You can easily defend yourself if I try to act funny with you, is that not so?" 

"True..." I nodded, pursing my lips.

"You wouldn't want to spend the rest of your holiday in this boring town anyway, am I right?" He probed a little bit more. 

"You are right," I affirmed. 

"So..." He winked at me.

"Still not a yes. But I might consider it, I just need more time to think about it, that's all." In reality, he was much closer to convincing me that he thought.

It was an amazing way to spend my time off, but the fact that he was a mysterious stranger who I had only met hours before was the only thing holding me back.

But…would it be really alright to trust him just this once?