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“Mr. Maddox?” My head whipped up, and the nurse smiled sympathetically as she held the phone receiver to her shoulder. The nurses’ station was all the way down the hall from where I’d started out, and I flipped my phone between my palms in agitation. “There are two women downstairs asking for you. We have this section on lockdown, as you requested.”
“Let them up. It’s my mom and Katie’s mom. No one else.” I sat down to rub my face furiously, and I heaved a sigh as disbelief clung to my ribs. Only five hours ago, we’d learned that Katie was pregnant. Only five hours ago, I was so happy, so eager for the future, and things were so bright.
But now, all of that had been tossed into a swirling vortex. Was this karma for all the things I’d let Berthold do? Was the universe going to take away the one person I loved because of all the lives I’d ruined?
How could this happen? How could I have to tell our moms that Katie’s pregnant and had gotten shot in the same sentence? How could I say that and then acknowledge the fact that the baby might die? How could…
How could...
How could…
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A taste of Buried Obsession…
“Mr. Kane will be right with you, Madam,” the servant who had brought her into the parlor said.
Camila barely heard, or noticed that the man had left already. She was looking around the room with fascination, interested particularly in the art pieces that adorned the walls. Her eyes fell on one particular painting, tastefully done, and she wondered if she knew the painter. She’d been an art major in college, after all, even though her focus was mainly on photography, she still got to learn plenty about all forms of art.
Her mind drifted back to what she’d learned about the man she was about to have coffee with. A billionaire playboy, who seemed as straight laced as they came when she’d met him for their interview and hardly the womanizer the internet and rag mags had made him out to be. It was the main reason she was here, in his home. To discover the conundrum that was Samuel Kane, despite her mother’s warnings not to get involved with him. She couldn’t resist coming to meet him because he intrigued her in a way no other man ever had.
“You’re here.”
The voice came from behind her, and it was the same as before, low and deep, and even from a distance away, it made her insides tighten and her heart flutter. Slowly, Camila turned around, and she saw him. Samuel Kane, in all his glory, descending a spiral staircase as if he was some sort of prince, with one hand on the railing.
Something is different,she thought, even before she saw him. His voice sounded a lot livelier than their first meeting, too, but seeing how he looked was an even bigger surprise.
She didn’t have anything against the look he’d had on when they met last time. It was modest, but chic, though still, nothing that popped out too much. The man in front of her might as well have been a different person.
Since he was above her coming down, she eyed him from his feet, and the blue sneakers he was wearing were particularly eye-catching. His long legs were encased in dark jeans that were loose around the calves, but tight around his thighs, and she even noted a few artificial rips. The only thing recognizable on him was the white t-shirt, and over it he had a black blazer, with a blue scarf hung loosely around his neck, along with a few silver and gold chains. On one wrist, he had several leather and silver bands, and on the other wrist he had a gold watch, not to mention the silver and gold rings on his fingers.
The biggest shocker for her, still, was seeing him smiling. It was as if he’d turned from the reserved ex-soldier she’d met to a peacock, and she could feel her eyes widening and jaw dropping in her surprise.
“I trust your drive here was uneventful?” he said, arching an eyebrow, a corner of his mouth raising a bit higher, and she could feel her heart skip a beat. “You’re a bit earlier than I expected, there was hardly enough time to finish preparing, but I can't say I’m disappointed.”
After a few seconds, she found her voice.
“H-hi,” she stuttered, her face warming up even more. “Uh, the drive was…nice. Thank you for sending a car to me, but I could have found the place fine if you’d left me with directions…”
“But where’s the point in that?” Samuel said, an eyebrow jumping up, his look turning a little flirtatious. “I like to spoil the women I like, and I wouldn’t have invited you here if I didn’t like you.”
He’d already reached the bottom of the steps, and Camila could only watch as he walked even closer to her. He was so much more friendly and charming, compared to before, that she didn’t know what to do with herself. So she just stood there dumbly, watching him get ever closer, with her hands holding onto her clutch purse in front of her and her heart beating so fast in her chest, she thought it wanted to escape.
“You look absolutely amazing,” Samuel said, his voice dropping down an octave.
As if she wasn’t already taken in before, she really thought she would swoon with that low tenor in his voice. She wondered what it would feel like, to have him call her name like that, and felt her breath hitch in her throat. Even if he was just playing with her, she didn’t think she would refuse him, and she wondered if that was the secret behind the rumors, how he could be known as a womanizer and still be so popular with women.
His eyes intent on hers, he raised a hand slowly toward her, and her eyes shifted from his face to that hand. It was coming ever closer, and the closer it moved, the faster and harder her heart beat, and her breath even started coming short. Her eyelids fluttered as that hand got closer to her face. She thought he would cup her cheek, and a slight tremor went through her body at the thought of that wide, warm palm touching her skin.
Before it could happen, though, they were interrupted.
“You better not be doing what it is I think you’re doing.”
Camila startled, she even gasped out loud, as both she and Samuel turned to face the man that walked into the room. Only, Camila’s eyes widened once more as she gaped at the man that was completely identical to the Samuel in front of her. Actually, no. In look, down to the tanned skin and trimmed hair, they were alike. But the man standing in the entrance to the parlor looked a lot closer to the Samuel she’d met before, since he was dressed simply in a polo shirt, dark slacks and brown casual shoes.
Camila’s eyes shifted from the ‘Samuel’ in front of her, and the one several feet away. He crossed the space between them quickly, eyes narrowed dangerously at his twin, before looking at her with a slightly gentled look.
