When The Wrong One Loves You Right

Take Me to Church

While my boss and sometime boyfriend, Marvin Goff, was not too happy with my taking a two week vacation, even he couldn't deny I was owed. I worked a lot of nights and early mornings at the Borgata and even spent the night there sometimes. This led to my having my own suite for practicality. We used it for business meetings too. Spacious and luxurious, it was on par with the suites our celebrity guests used.

So after a few days of my small bedroom and shared bathroom at my brother's house, I began to actually miss work. Thank God I should be able to avoid Phillip the rest of the weekend until he returned to the city at his brother Paul's request. Or more likely, demand.

"You're such a fucking workaholic, Paul!" I heard him shouting Saturday morning.

About that same time, my own cell phone vibrated. I groaned and pulled a pillow over my head. Sure enough I had a head. Damn tequila. Or was it the wine? And my muscles were sore from tussling with Phillip. I reached for the phone and answered it.

I had barely gotten my rough greeting out when I heard my mother's voice.

"Cameron?" she asked sharply. "What's this about you being back home and not calling me?"

I groaned, "Mom, it's not even seven..."

"You could have come by and seen your mother last night."

I sighed. "I'm sorry Mom...Aaron and Phillip and I had a kind of late night..."

"Phillip? Phillip Altman?" my mother's voice went up two octaves. "He's home too?"

"Yeah," I yawned. "But I'm pretty sure he's going back to the city this morning."

I heard my mother's deep sigh of disappointment. "I hope you were nice to him."

I had heard it so many times in the past, I simply rolled my eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Cameron!" she reprimanded. "And yes, I can tell you just did. Is it so bad I want my baby to get out of that sin city and find herself a nice Jewish boy?"

I made a skeptical noise in the back of my throat. "Well, two of three's not bad," I muttered.

"What?" Mom demanded.

"Nothing, Mom," I yawned again. "Look, I'm really tired. I'll come by this afternoon and take you out to lunch..."

"No, you will not. You will meet me at temple."

I shot up in bed. "What! Mom, temple's in like..." I checked the time. "...one hour!"

"Get Phillip to bring you," she said brightly. 

"Ugh, Mom!" I whined. "I'd rather take a jitney to Pacific and Tennessee at one o'clock in the morning than ride anywhere with him!" I muttered under my breath.

"Cameron!" Mom snapped. "Stop being a shrew! He's a nice boy. It's your fault he had to date all those floozies...if you'd given him the time of day..."

"I know, I know, Mom," I interrupted, raking my fingers through my hair. "It's my fault Phillip's a player. Got it."

 "Enough smart mouthing. Get your tuches out of bed and into something pretty. Preferably that sweet boy's car. You know how I hate that big ostentatious thing you drive."

Mom hung up without waiting for an answer. I stared at my phone, stunned. How was my Hummer ostentatious and his stupid little Porsche wasn't? Sweet boy, my ass. But I knew there'd be hell to pay today if I simply ignored her and went back to sleep. I groaned loudly. Why had I even mentioned Phillip?