Have you ever just sat in a remote place, nothing but the beautiful silence and serenity that comes with being in touch with your inner self? The ever so slightest breeze smoothly brushing through your hair, birds singing their angelic like songs and pondered:
WHY THE FUCK ISN'T HE ANSWERING HIS GODDAMN PHONE?!
Ohhhhhhh my fuck Cameron!!!!!!!!!!
'Answer your phone I swear to God I'm going to kill you'
That my friend, is the 8TH FUCKING TEXT I'VE SENT HIM AND HE'S STILL NOT ANSWERING!!!!!!!!!
I go to the dial pad, knowing his number by heart, I dial it in under a two seconds, the anger clearly not waisting any time.
I rest my Android Max of a phone on the mahogany coffee table that sits in front of me, I put the phone on speaker. My furry shaking me like a damn earthquake.
*Briiiiiiiiiiiing*
*Briiiiiiiiiiiing*
Anticipating for his acceptance, even though I know it's not going to happen, I examine the sides of the semi-beautiful table; chipped paint marks every corner.
*Briiiiiiiiiiiing*
*Briiiiiiiiiiiing*
"You have reached Cameron Dallas, my apologies I could not answer your call but leave a name and number and I will most definitely correspond back to you."
Yeah... Okay, that'll happen.
I throw myself up and off the comfy, very broken in couch, I slam the sliding glass door open and storm into our bedroom, scoffing at all of his dirty clothes on the floor as I pass through. Walking into the bathroom, I clear one of his shirts off the sink counter, his cologne still lingers on his 'I ❤ Black Girls' t-shirt from yesterday. The sent fills my nose like fresh bakes cookies.
Is it kind of odd I'm comparing Cameron's dirty shirt to freshly baked cookies.? ... Yeah ... I'll just go reflect now...
***All I godda do is put my mind to this shit cancel out my ex i put a line through that bitch***
???????????? Is that my phone ????????????
I sprint like no one has ever seen before, I lunge for my phone, desperately trying to get to it before the call expires, not looking at the caller I.D.
"Hello?!" I shout into the phone, almost falling over my size 8 feet, but catching myself on the chipped table.
"Anastasia! Why the hell are you blowing up my phone?!" Cameron yells on the other line.
On one hand I am beyond ecstatic that he called me back ☺ The butterflies in my stomach are mad crazy right now But on the other hand:
YOU JUST NOW DECIDING TO ANSWER MY FUCKING CALLS?! FUCK YOU DUDE!
And he's gonna use my NAME? ... I'm gonna get itttttttt
"You just left this morning! Didn't even say bye! You can't do that!" I scold, going with my more aggressive and upset persona at the moment.
"Because we had sex until 5 this morning! I'm out taking care of errands and shit so you won't have to! What the fuck else was I suppose to do?! Wake you up?! Is that what you wanted!?"
... oh ...
"..."
We sit in a moment of absolute silence. Until he takes a deep breath, exhales and says "Yeah, exactly." With all the attitude in the world.
"Baby I'm sorry, I just thought-"
"You were thinking the worst, like always." He interrupts.
"LISTEN I'M TRYING TO SAY I'M SORRY! ARE YOU GONNA STOP ACTING MY LIKE DADDY ANYTIME SOON?!" I snap into the phone, feeling no more remorse whatsoever.
"Ooo... Call me Daddy one more time." He says in a low, sexy tone. Doing a complete 360° on me.
"Caaaaaaam stop." I can't help but blush a little bit.
"Please? Just once." Seriously begging.
"I'm not calling you that, that's so weird!" I laugh my ass off, weirded out by the situation.
"But you like me calling you baby girl.?" He states in confusion.
"OOOOOOOOOOH-KAY WISE GUY! That's so not the same and you know it!" I plop down on the couch, admiring the Los Angeles skyscrapers in the distance.
"Tonight?" He asks "Just one time please. Baby, for me?" He pleads, sounding like a 5 year old begging for a toy they desperately want in the store, as if they're going to die if they don't get it.
"When are you getting home? Where are you?" Chancing the subject.
"I was just in a meeting about the companies share prices. Went up 4.27% today, that's $3,500,000 Nastasia!" He informs me, energetic and full of excitement. Cameron and his friend Nash, started this company, or I guess it's way passed that now; started an empire*, for the first driverless car, Tesla motors inc. when they were fresh out of highschool, and here Cameron is, at the fetus age of 20, with a net worth over $87,000,000, or actually over $43,500,000, because him as well as Nash are equal owners. But yeah, I guess he's doing alright XD
"OH MY GOD CAM BAM!!! This is huge! Wooooow Cam. Good job baby We need to come up with a game plan to make sure the numbers stay up you know?" I tell him, following a plane with my light brown eyes as it swifts across the mid-afternoon sky.
"I got you, we'll come up with something. I'm almost home, get ready, we're going out. I love you baby girl." My heart skips a beat, and my stomach fills with butterflies at the sound of those words, escaping his sweet, sweet mouth...
I smile to myself "I love you too baby." I takes the phone away from my ear and click the end button.
I lay don't he couch for a few minutes starring off into space thinking about everything, but at the same time nothing at all.
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FanfictionA younger, more in tune Christian Gray, some would call him. Cameron Dallas is one of the most accomplished entrepreneurs the united states has ever know. A multimillion dollar apartment with 8 different luxuary cars. you would think that him and hi...
