The next three chapters of Baker 6are up, as Melissa recalls the beginning of her and Trevor’s relationship, Tamara’s secret is revealed (to the readers), and Camille and Trevor enter into the friends-with-benefits territory (Warning: The three chapters does contain sexual content).

18.

Melissa

With the scenes unfolding around me, I had to wonder is everything Chad was saying was true. I had my doubts about Camille with her feelings, but Trevor? No way! He was my fiancé. He should only have feelings for me! But as I look at Trevor’s expression when Chad mentioned the two together, drunk or not there was no denying his feelings for Camille.

I felt the floor was going to ripped underneath my feet as I listened to these two going after each other like immature teenagers. I would rather be anywhere right now then here.

My love for Trevor began when I saw him walk into Preston-Wheeler two years ago. I remember that day like it was yesterday. He walked in with a presence about him like he owned the place. I love men who know what he wants and I knew instantly that how Trevor was.

I didn’t even know I was going to be Trevor’s boss until my supervisor informed me that day that one of my employees was being transferred and Trevor was taking her place. I knew he was off limits because of our jobs, but I knew that was going to change as soon as I looked into his dark brown eyes and those deep dimples.

It was hard at first trying to pursue anything with him. I don’t know if he was playing hard to get or just wasn’t interested, but I wasn’t giving up; I wanted this man to be mine.

After a little flirting here and there, the ice finally melted one night when we had to work late on a project. We were in my office going over some figures when Trevor stood up from his chair and took off his jacket. I couldn’t help noticing his lean but muscular body through his shirt as he started to roll his neck back and forth.

“I think we need a break.” I said as I put down some papers.

“Definitely.”

“We could go out for a quick bite or I probably could order something.”

” We could just have a quick break. I really would like to go home.”

I smiled as I stood up from my desk chair and walked over to Trevor. He was holding his neck, which gave me an idea.

“You look really tense. Mind if I give you a massage?”

“Sure, why not.”

I put my hands on his shoulders and started to gently rub them. He gave a small moan as I went in deeper.

“That feels really good.”

“Thank you.”

I started to move my hands from his shoulders down to his chest, which was getting me extremely turned on.

“What are you doing?” Trevor asked as he took my hands from his chest.

“Trevor, you can’t deny our attraction for each other.”

“I’m not, but you’re my boss. Melissa, I think you are a smart and extremely attractive woman but I’m not crossing the line.”

I looked up at him and gave him a smirk.

“You saying you wouldn’t want to be with me?”

“If we weren’t working together.”

“Please Trevor. You seem like a man who doesn’t care about the rules; so why now?” I said as I sat on my desk and opening my legs. Trevor began to scan my body as he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties. A little sweat started to show on his forehead, revealing I was wearing him down.

“You’re really making this hard.”

I took his hand and gently placed it on my burgundy colored blouse. He laid it near one of the buttons as he leaned into me. He began to kiss me, which I had to admit was so soft and moist I swear I could have an orgasm right then and there. I put my free hand on the back of his neck to bring him closer to me.

We finally gave in to our attraction as he ripped open my blouse, causing several buttons to go into various directions on the floor. He threw some papers on to the floor while I took off his shirt. As I lay down on the desk and Trevor on top of me, I knew then that I had him where I wanted him.

After several months of finding ways to be together, whether it was at his place or mine, we became a couple. We spent whatever time we could together, even if it meant going outside of Dallas so we wouldn’t be seen. No one was the wiser at work; we kept everything professional; but once we were alone, all bets were off.

When he proposed, it was at Lorenzo’s, an Italian restaurant in Arlington which was known for its intimate atmosphere. Trevor arranged a private table for the two of us and had our favorite meals prepared. Once we ate our meals, he ordered dessert which was an apple Italian cake. While eating, I notice something sparkling inside. I moved some cake aside to reveal a beautiful diamond ring set in platinum. I started to cry when Trevor got on one knee and asked me to marry him. I was on cloud nine that night. Who knew that I would find my soul mate at work?

So now, as I watched the man I love defending another woman while I was standing by him, only made me feel upset and highly hostile.

Not only did he sort of admit he had feelings for Camille, but he had a thing with his dead friend Rachel too! This situation was getting worse by the minute. Although we been together for two years (it took me a year to seduce the man), he never once mentioned he was in a relationship with any of his friends.

And then Trevor punched him, which let me know everything that was said was true.

Gerald held Trevor back while a bystander held back Chad who tried to retaliate. The owner finally told both Trevor and Chad to leave and even banned them from coming back to The Plaza.

As everyone was leaving, I grabbed Trevor from Gerald and pulled him to the side.

“Care to explain what that was in there?”

“Do I need to? It was self-explained.”

“When were you going to tell me about Rachel? And do you have feelings for Camille?

“Yes Melissa, I have feelings for my friend, so get over it.”

“You really are a piece of work, Trevor.”

“Why are you mad? You pursued me! You were the one practically throwing yourself at me, so of course I was going to cave in!”

“I just need to know do you really love me, because my feelings for you are real. If you really love me I can forget this night ever happened and we can move on.”

Trevor gave a long winded sigh, which practically gave my answer right there.

“Honestly, I do care for you; I just don’t love you.”

I gathered my fist and gave him the hardest punch across the left side of his face. The impact left my hand burning. Trevor touched his face in sheer shock.

“I’m sorry Melissa. I’ve tried to give us a shot, but it wasn’t enough. I just saw us as a challenge because of the risks involved.”

Tears were streaming down my face as I listened to Trevor announce his feelings. I literally felt sick to my stomach.

“I tried to let my feelings for Camille go, but I couldn’t. I’m really sorry to drag you through this.”

At that moment I really wanted to kill Trevor, but he clearly wasn’t worth my energy or time.

I headed towards the parking lot to Trevor’s car. I couldn’t stand there and continue to look at him. With his keys in my hand, I opened the door and got in. Without a thought about how he was getting home, I sped out of the parking lot and drove into the night.

19.

Tamara

What a way to honor Rachel. I thought as I continue to replay the horrific event in my head. Instead of having a good time to remember our friend, the evening turned into a fight between whose egos were larger, which resulted in them being banned from Plaza.

Rachel would have been so upset at them right now. I mean why bring up the past where it should have been in the first place? I knew about Chad and Rachel; Rachel told me. I think the only person who didn’t know was Camille, and from the look she was giving Chad she knew her attraction for Trevor was harmless compared to banging a best friend.

In fact, Rachel told me the glory details the day of Chad and Camille’s wedding. She said the two had sex one night after the homecoming game and the night before the wedding. I knew I should have mentioned something to Camille about it, but I figured it was not my place, especially since I would be betraying my best friend if I did.

I walked into my living room and set my purse down. My cell phone started to vibrate in my purse, giving me the impression on who was trying to reach me.

I looked at the screen and noticed Colton was calling. Colton Brown was not just some average guy that I randomly met.

We met when I was in my senior year of college. He was a club promoter who was organizing a big bash for one of the fraternities. We hit it off instantly and began a good friendship, mainly because we shared so much in common, from our career aspects to the number of siblings we have (we each have one). No one really knew about us, but it not like I was hiding him from anyone; I just felt there wasn’t a need for anyone to know.

During the second semester of my senior year, I felt into some financial trouble. My tuition was covered for (I had a four year academic scholarship), but I did not have any money for my daily expenses, especially my car, auto insurance, and rent. I really didn’t want to ask my parents for anything (since I knew they weren’t going to help anyway) and Derrick was traveling at the time, so I was basically alone. One day, Colton suggested I come visit his club to discuss a job. I really didn’t know what to expect since the only thing I could think of at a club was a bartender, and I couldn’t mix a drink to save my life. But once I went to the club, I began to realize what type of job Colton was suggesting….

“This is a strip club!” I exclaimed.

“Yes it is, but I’m not suggesting you strip.” Colton said.

“Then what are you suggesting?”

“Maybe a waitress or you can handle the entry fee.”

“And all this is legit? You do have a permit or …..”

“Everything is legit. Will you relax, Tam.”

I sighed as I look around the club. Women in little to no clothing were everywhere trying to make their money for the night. From women dancing on the poles set up on the stage to women in the audience giving lap dances to eager and extremely horny men. Although I’m no prude, even I was feeling slightly uncomfortable.

As we were walking towards the back, I noticed a couple of men and women having some type of private shows. Colton was looking at me and then at the room.

”For men who wants a little extra.”

“You mean sex?”

“That or something tamer. Sometimes a man just wants someone to talk to; so it depends.”

“What does someone have to do to get that position?”

Colton looked at me with a surprise look on his face.

“Are you being serious?”

I gave Colton a sideways glance. “Does it look like I’m serious? I would never strip, but I would give my time or two with a man. “

“You want to be an escort? Clearly I don’t do that.”

“You might as well if you doing this! All I would do is go on dates and talk to men. If it goes further, then I’ll be willing to do that too.”

“If you’re really serious about this, you know you will have to recruit some other women. It just can’t solely be you.”

”I guess I could that; but if I do, this will be considered a separate business and I get half the profits.”

Colton gave me a smile as he stuck his hand out to me. I took my hand in his and we gave a firm handshake.

“Well, since we are in business together, I guess we should put our relationship on hold then.”

I gave Colton a naughty smile as I put my arms around him.

“And why should we? It’ll make things more interesting.”

“I like how you think girl.” Colton said as he put his lips onto mine….

And that’s how my first business came to play. I ran an escort service using college girls who were hard on cash to go on dates with wealthy men who wanted anything from sex to companionship. Even though the business consisted of clients ranging from good friends of Colton, strip club customers, to just word of mouth, it made really good money. The money I made from the business not only put me through graduate school but also started my PR firm.

And no one knew the wiser. Everyone just thought I got a business loan. I thought as I continue to look at my iPhone. Colton was calling for the third time, wondering if he was going to leave a message this time.

Although I appreciate Colton for everything he has done for me, I cannot go back to that lifestyle, especially since I represent high profile clients. I know Colton was doing more than just club promotions, running a strip club and escort business; he was also a drug dealer who pushed drugs to everyone from celebrities to even teenagers; that’s something I cannot get with.

My mother passed away from a drug overdose three years ago. She was on drugs on and off during mine and Derrick’s existence so I know what drugs can do to yourself and your loved ones. When I heard Colton was pushing drugs, I stopped associating myself with him, which pretty much ended our relationship for good. Now the man has been calling nonstop hoping that I will somehow answer his call.

I shut my phone off and set it back in my purse. All the memories of Colton came flooding back and to be honest I wish it would have stayed where it was – in the past.

20.

Camille

Homecoming, 2004

“I’m fine Chad.”

“I had to carry you over my shoulder out of Plaza. You’re drunk Camille.” Chad said as he put me in bed.

“So I had too much to drink. I was just celebrating our win tonight.”

“Sure, anything for you to drink. But I have to run an errand.”

I gave Chad a curious look.

“It’s two in the morning. What errand could you possibly be running at this time?”

“An important one; I’ll be back to check on you.” Chad said as he kissed my forehead before letting himself out of my dorm room.

I slowly got up and stumbled my way to the door to lock it. One of the peaks of having a private room is the fact that no roommate can see me this drunk. Not that I was trying to get drunk, I just wanted to have fun. That and the fact in order for me to do karaoke, I have to have some shots of tequila in me.

I was about to turn the lock when loud pounding interrupted any thoughts I had left. Maybe it was Chad coming back for something.

I looked through the peephole to see Trevor staring directly at me.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed? You drank more than me.” I said as I wobbled back to my bed. I fell face first onto the mattress and started to giggle.

Trevor locked the door and slowly walked over to me. He sat down and put a hand on my back.

“I can hold my liquor, unlike you who was shouting across the bar and booing people you thought couldn’t sing.

Trevor attempted to get up but instead stumbled onto the brown rug beside the bed. I started to laugh uncontrollably as Trevor tried to play off how drunk he really was.

Once I got myself together, I went to him to see if he was okay.

“You can hold your liquor? Doesn’t look like it to me.”

“Yeah, yeah; I trip. Anyway, where’s Mr. Basketball Star? Shouldn’t he be here?”

“He left.”

“Figures.”

“Don’t start Trevor.”

“When are you going to realize that guy is a jerk?”

“Can you just be happy for me that I found my soul mate? We plan on getting married after graduation.”

“If you say so.”

“You should talk; shouldn’t you be with Rachel?”

“She’s sleeping.

I went over to my comfy armchair and sat down. I put my legs up and lay my elbows on my knees.

“I guess I should ask the same about Rachel. Why are you with her?”

Trevor looked at me wondering if it’s me or the alcohol talking.

“Because I care about her.”

“Do you love her?”

“I think I could.”

I looked at my best friend wondering why we never gave things a chance. I always had a thing for Trevor but it was more an infatuation than love.

He walked over to me and got down on his knees. He stared directly into my eyes as he swept some hair from my forehead. He leaned towards me and reached for my lips. I could taste the beer and shots he drank as he pushed his tongue into my tequila breath mouth, savoring every moment of his soft lips on mine.

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol but I’m definitely feeling horny. Sex between Chad and I has been nonexistence lately and I just need someone to touch and make me feel good.

Trevor started to caress my shoulders as I began to run my fingers through his hair. I always love doing that, probably because he has such nice hair.

When his hands moved underneath my shirt and to my breasts, I definitely knew I wanted him inside me. With him supplying short kisses on my neck and his hand roaming every inch of my body, I needed to see what my friend was working with.

Before I can reach for his belt buckle, Trevor stopped to look at me.

“You sure about this; I mean we been friends for so long….”

I put a finger to his lips to shut him up. I traced my finger around his lips until he separate them and inserted my finger in his mouth. Just the touch of his lips and tongue on my finger made me even wetter.

He goes up to me again and started to kiss me again. I begin to take off his shirt while he unbuttons my jeans. I pulled off my shirt and began to kiss him passionately. He got up and grabbed me by the waist. He sat down in the chair while I straddled him. We continued to kiss as he guided himself inside me with ease. I slowly start to move my hips on his dick. Trevor started to moan while I ran my hands down his chest to his 6 pack abs. He moved his hands to cup my full breasts, making me moan along with him. As the chair started to get a little uncomfortable, I didn’t care because he felt so good inside me. I leaned forward to run my tongue on his earlobe.

“You feel so good.” Trevor whispered, which made me even more excited.

As we became more in sync with our bodies, we couldn’t resist our orgasms as I came first and Trevor came a minute after. After getting my breathing under control, I looked at Trevor as he gave me a small smile. Neither one of us couldn’t believe what we just done, but it didn’t stop us for doing it again three times that night…

So yes, Trevor and I did sleep together, but it was just that night only. The next day we vowed to keep it between us and admitted that maybe the alcohol affected us more than we thought.

Trevor made me feel so good that night, and it wasn’t just from the multiple orgasms I had with him. It was just the way he was towards me and how he was in tuned with my needs, compared to Chad who only cared about his needs when we made love.

While we were at Plaza, I did confront Chad about his affair with Rachel, but instead of him responding, he just went to the bar next door, leaving me outside without an explanation or a ride home. After getting a ride with Melanie, I was at my house wondering if Chad will have the guts to come home. If he was, he will notice his suitcases will be waiting on the curb and I will be getting the locks changed before the funeral later today.

I’ve had enough of Chad’s dirty ways and it’s time I ended it for good. I know we both done our share of dirt, but I became a devoted wife once we were married. I never did anything to jeopardize our marriage. Yes I did continue to have thoughts about Trevor, but I never acted on them.

Once I got home, I tried to call Trevor to see if he was okay, but I kept getting his voicemail. I decided to stop calling and go pay him a visit, so I grabbed my keys and purse and left.

***

Trevor

I stared at myself in the mirror wondering who the man was staring directly back at me. A small bruise from Melissa’s punch was starting to form under my left cheek, making me feel even worse than before. I was wondering what has become of me the past few days as I made mistake after mistake with my personal life. I really wish I could find some way to apologize to Melissa and tell her I’m sorry for leading her on and thinking that we would have a future together. But honestly, I don’t have the drive to. I knew I was lying to myself when I proposed to her, so why should I go through the agony of saying sorry for something I felt I wasn’t wrong for? I know I sound like a douche, but this is how I always lived my life. I never was a one-woman man, so maybe Melissa should just get over it and move on. I could be saying this since I’m still kind of drunk and clearly not thinking straight, but even if I wasn’t drunk, I think my feelings would still be the same.

But would I ever do that to Camille? I don’t think I would ever want to break her heart, maybe that’s why I never tried to pursue a relationship with her.

When I got home (thanks to Gerald), I noticed my car was sitting in the driveway with the keys still inside and Melissa’s suitcases were gone, which meant she was here and left. I’m not sure whether she went back to Dallas or decided to check into a hotel, but for all I know, I hope I would not have to face her anytime soon. I guess I should be glad she returned my car since she could have easily wrecked it or drove it into Chelsea River.

As I was about to call it a night, my doorbell started to chime. I really wasn’t in the mood for visitors, so whoever it was should get the hint when I don’t open the door.

Two minutes later and the person started to ring the doorbell repeatedly, causing me to become easily irritated.

“Open the door Trevor! I know you’re in there.” Camille shouted from outside.

I shook my head as I went to the door, stopping for a second to decide whether to put on a shirt.

As soon as I open the door, Camille gave me a look of relief as she gave me a tiny smile. She quickly looked away so she wouldn’t stare at my chest.

“I see you made it home in one piece. I tried calling you but it went straight to voicemail.”

“I know. I just didn’t want to talk.”

Camille became hesitant by my tone.

“Can I come in, or would you rather be alone?”

I sighed as I widen the door for Camille can come in. I walked over to the couch and sat down. Camille closed the door and walked over to me. She finally noticed the bruise on my face as she took her hand to touch it.

“Did you talk to Melissa?”

“No. Actually she left. Her stuff was gone when I got here.”

“Are you going to try to talk to her? She is your fiancée.”

“Not after what happened tonight. It’s pretty much over. She punched me, took my car keys and left me stranded at Plaza; so basically, I don’t think we’ll be talking much after tonight.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“Are you?”

“I know I may have initiated what happened tonight, but I didn’t mean to hurt anyone; especially you.”

I looked at Camille realizing I could never be mad at her. She looked so innocent right now, which I know she is far from that.

“I know; to be honest, this was a long time coming. We both knew something was going to happen, we just didn’t know when and where. So don’t blame yourself for this; I’m as much to blame for this as well. What about Chad; you talked to him?”

“No. He actually refused to talk to me. He didn’t come home either, so I packed all his things and threw it out on the curb.”

I laughed at the thought of Camille shoving Chad’s crap across the lawn and curb. Served him right for being a jackass.

“I guess I should come clean on the situation with Chad and Rachel. I actually knew about the two sleeping together.”

Camille looked at me and gave a long sigh.

“Was it before or after we were married?”

“It was two times and it was before you two were married.”

Camille shook her head as tears started to roll down her cheeks.

“Don’t cry Cam. He’s not worth your tears.”

“I know I shouldn’t, but it just I have tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, and after everyone warned me about him, I just kept on being with him even though I knew he could have been cheating on me.”

“I guess you were blinded by love.”

“Maybe so. And now, there’s no telling if he’s still cheating on me. I mean I don’t know what he’s doing on the road.”

“Cam, I’m not trying to defend Chad, but he wasn’t the only one who cheated in the relationship too. We did have sex after homecoming.”

“I know and I probably shouldn’t be judging, it just that we only had sex that one night. Chad slept with Rachel twice. I can understand the first time, but the second time, not so much.”

“I understand too. What are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know. Maybe just be separated for a while until we figure things out.”

I looked at Camille as I pushed her hair back from her face. I always love touching her hair.

“Well, since we pretty much established that our relationships are over, where does that leaves us?”

Camille smiled as she put a hand on my chest.

“I don’t know. We been such good friends and now we‘re talking about stepping into relationship territory. What were you saying about not going that route?”

“That was hours ago when I mentioned that. My feelings have definitely changed.”

“Prove it.”

I pulled Camille closer as I begin to kiss her. Kissing Camille never gets old.

After we pull apart, Camille smiled.

“I guess you’re reconsidering your decision.”

“Maybe you should, but we do need to set some ground rules.”

I gave Camille a confused look to her request.

“What you mean?”

“Well, we can’t have sex right now.”

I looked at Camille as if she lost her mind.

“Not that I don’t want to, because looking at you right now definitely makes me want to, but we can’t. I’m not going to give Chad any type of ammunition to use once we start the divorce process.”

“But that pretty much means we can’t be together.”

“I didn’t say that, because as far as anyone knows we’re not dating. This will be a secret between you and me, until it is okay to reveal that we are.”

“I can live with that. We could just be us hanging out as friends.”

“Exactly; no one will ever suspect.”

“Hmm, so as long as I get to do this, then I can live with no sex for now.” I said as I started to kiss on Camille’s neck.

“Yes, please do that.”

“And this.” I said as move down to her shoulder and then to her neck again.

“You’re definitely going to make this hard.” Camille said while smiling.

“That’s my plan.”

“And I would like us to go on a date.”

“A date; we practically go out all the time.”

“Yeah, as friends; now that feelings are involved, it’s going to be kind of different.”

“You know I like the sound of us being together.”

“I do too.”

I extended my arm out to Camille as she laid her head on my chest. I leaned in to kiss her forehead.

As I leaned back on the couch, I started to become comfortable with everything that is happening. Although I messed up big time with Melissa, I really do hope she find it in her heart to forgive me some day. But I know where my heart is and it’s with Camille. I just hope I don’t ruin this relationship like I done with my past ones.

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