Blood Money

16

Daniel finds herself in the perfect position to look for the information she needs and can't do a damn thing about it. She's in too much pain thanks to that asshole Trevor. She's not sure if she sees him again if she's going to kill him or beg him to kill her. It will all depend on how she is by then.

This time Trevor has gotten in her way. She did what she could to stay away from him and he wouldn't leave her alone. Why did the one she want, die and the one she didn't, live? 

She can't help it, she starts crying again. She misses Max too much, she'd never allowed herself to become so attached to anyone before. She should have known not to now.

There is a soft knock on the door and then Cameron comes in.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Cameron goes over to her and holds her while she lets out more of her grief. She can't talk at this point, the pain is too overwhelming. Once the pain subsides she's too worn out. She doesn't even notice when Cameron sets her down and covers her up.

Cameron looks at the now sleeping woman and wishes he knew her secrets. He had noticed the sadness deep in her eyes even as she was giving him attitude at the club. It was the combination of the two that so intrigues him about her. He's not about to let her get away from him without at least attempting to find out her secrets.

"Sleep well DW. I hope that you have happier dreams than your life seems to be giving you now." Then he quietly goes back to his room. Cameron falls into his own dreams about the abused beauty sleeping in his house.

Danielle wakes up disoriented and heavy eyed. Slowly memories of the night before come back to her. She knows that the heavy eyes mean that she cried herself to sleep once more. 

She sighs, Cameron had found her crying. That's going to make things a little more interesting to get him to do what she needs him to. She's not sure that she'll be able to do this like she could have before Max.

There's a knock on the door and Cameron sticks his head in. "Good you are awake. What would you like for breakfast?"

Danielle is too tired to deal with this now. "I'm not very hungry, thanks. Could you just call me a cab and I'll be out of your hair shortly."

"I can't let you do that. You are my guest and if you don't eat you could get seriously ill. Last night was evidence of that. Please, eat something and then I'll give you a ride home." Cameron is not begging her but the next thing too it. He wants more time with this woman that doesn't seem to care who he is. Nor does she seem impressed with his money. That is something that doesn't happen to him.

"Fine, I'll have an egg and a piece of toast with some orange juice if you have it." That's actually more than she usually has, but she doesn't think he'll let her out if she doesn't at least try. Right now all she can think about is getting out of there. She can tell that she's about to lose control and start crying again.

She gets out of bed and finds herself far more steady than she'd been last night.  She takes herself to the bathroom and finds clothes there. She decides she doesn't want to know why he has female undergarments in his house. The other clothes are just sweats and a tee shirt, but at least they are comfortable.

She showers quickly and gets dressed. She does feel more human and in control now than she had before. She does wonder, however, when those clothes were put there and how she didn't hear anyone come in. She's usually a very light sleeper, especially after a bout of crying. 

Her trust in Cameron isn't high to begin with and has now lowered itself even more.

She comes out to a tray that by the smell of it has food. She removes the cover over the plate and she immediately regains the appetite that she thought was lost. She manages to eat all of it even though there was more food than she asked for.

Cameron knocks on the door before coming in. He looks at the tray and smiles. "The food was to your liking then?"

"It was delicious thank you." She is more than a little wary around Cameron now. Her attitude shows it once again.

Cameron frowns, "Have I done something wrong again?" He's never felt like he can never do anything right with a female before.

"No, at least not that I'm aware of. Have you?" Danielle asks ingenuously.

"Then why do I get the feeling that you still don't trust me?" Cameron replies dismissing her own question. Danielle doesn't like that but smirks to herself, he's playing with her.

Danielle decides to be honest with him, at least a bit. "I don't. I don't know who you are. Just because you have money and brought me here last night doesn't mean I'll trust you. Someone like you always has a game up their sleeve and I'm not a piece to be moved for your enjoyment."

"Someone like me? What the hell does that mean?" Cameron says getting a bit irritated.

"You're a player. You have looks, you have money. The females practically fall at your feet. People like you use others and I have no intentions of being just another of those burnt by you." Her words hit home, she can tell. He still needs to work on his blank face look. 

"You think that I'm doing this just to get in bed with you?" Cameron says a bit angrily.

Danielle allows herself time to think about how to say this next part. She hopes that it won't piss him off completely. She looks him square in the eye and replies, "Yes, I do. It's turning out to be more work than you normally would do, but yeah."

Cameron does get angry with that. "You don't think much of guys do you?"

"Let's just say that I've had run ins with guys like you before."

"The one that beat you up, is he one of them?" Cameron demands.

Danielle feels her defensive mask slide into place. "No, that bastard is in an entirely different category from you."

Cameron can feel the anger that she has for the as yet unknown man that beat her, and takes a step back. Besides this isn't the way he wants things to go. DW had hit a little too close to his plans for him to be comfortable with the direction of this conversation.

"If you are ready, I'll take you home now." Cameron says and waits for her reply.

"Thank you," Danielle says getting up and gathering her things. She isn't going to put those heels back on so she is barefoot as she follows Cameron out the door. Which she's just as happy to be. She hates shoes, but heels even more. She shivers just thinking about having to wear them again.