You're Mine and Only Mine

BELLA

“Bella, when you’re finished cleaning the tables, the boss wants to see you,” Brad tells me as he walks back to the bar to finish up the last few drink orders and start cleaning up himself.

“Okay, thanks, Brad.” I try to stay calm, but that just shot my nerves straight out the window.

After a short time, I finish cleaning up and head back to the office. I knock on the door softly while taking in a deep breath.

“Come in.” Cameron’s voice floats through the door in a very sexy tone.

I open the door and slowly walk in.

“Close the door, Bella,” he says as he looks up from his papers.

I do and sit down in the chair that is across from him. Wringing my hands slowly, I patiently wait to see what he’s going to say.

I’m scared of what might happen in here after what happened to me on the floor. Will he fire me because I can’t defend myself against a simple drunk guy?

“Don’t be nervous, baby. I want to talk to you to make sure you’re fine after what happened. I know tonight was scary for you, so I was checking up on everything.” He must see the fear in my eyes of what he might say.

“I’ll be fine. I just needed to work to get my mind off it.” I relax into the chair a little.

“I may have a nightmare tonight, but my friends should be able to help me through it. What happened to that guy? Did you beat him up, or did he just get thrown out?”

“I beat him a little. I punched him in the face and stomach a few times. He’s also blacklisted from here, so he can’t get back in this club ever.” His smile is kind on his face as he looks at me, obviously a little worried.

“Well, thank you again. I was scared out of my mind,” I say, smiling back slowly.

He leans back in his chair, then crosses his arms over his chest. “It was my pleasure. No one hurts my employees, and customers aren’t even allowed to touch them if they don’t want to be.”

Reaching into a drawer, he grabs an envelope and slides it across the desk toward me. It’s full of money, and I look at it with confusion.

“What’s this?” My hands tremble a little in my lap.

“Your tips for the night. The guys in this room give their tips for the servers to Brad. They also tip him for his bartending duties. John handles the other girl’s tips until they’re finished.”

I lean forward and touch the huge envelope of money. “This is too much. I can’t accept all of this.”

“This is your cut for the night. It’s what the guys gave for your services. It’s split between you and the other girl unless the guy specifically says that this tip belongs to you.

“There were a lot of men that liked the way you handled their drink orders and told Brad that the tip was just for you.” He taps the envelope.

“Holy hell! There’s a ton of money in there. I didn’t expect that much.” Now I’m shaking, and the excitement of how much money is lying in front of me finally sinks into my brain.

“That’s just from tonight. Think about what you’ll have after four days of working here.” His eyes are dancing while he looks at me.

Slowly raising my eyes to him, I say, “So even though I messed up big, you’re keeping me?”

“You didn’t mess up, you just learned a precious lesson. Next time, take someone with you when you go anywhere off the floor. My guys will escort you to make sure you aren’t attacked.”

“Everyone was busy,” I whisper to him. “I had been holding it until it slowed down enough for me to take off for a minute.”

“If everyone is busy, come find me. I’m normally in here when there’s a huge party.” He puts his hands on the desk and looks over it at me.

“I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time,” I say, feeling bad about what I didn’t do.

“Quit apologizing! You’re fine. The safety of my employees is more important than a piece of paper that can wait five minutes or so.”

Just then, John walks in the door without knocking. “I got Jewel home fine. Oh, hey, Bella. You’re still here?”

Horror floods over my face. “You took Jewel home? Oh God, you know where we live?”

“Look, I don’t judge. Everyone has a story for what or why. I don’t ask.” He shrugs his shoulders.

I drop my head and start to cry. Cameron comes around the desk and gathers me in his arms, trying to comfort me as I break down, ashamed.

“Hey, hey. Stop. It doesn’t matter where you come from, okay?” He rubs my back slowly. “It’s what’s inside you that matters. This will also help, right?” He holds up the envelope and smiles at me with a very sexy smile.

I smile back and nod my head. “Yes, it will help. Thank you again.” I take the envelope and start to walk out of the office so that I can head home.

“Where are you going?” Cameron stands there looking at me with a concerned expression on his face.

“Going home. I’m tired and want to take a shower to help relieve some stress,” I say, stopping before I get to the door.

“How exactly are you getting home at two in the morning?” He’s leaning on his desk now, one leg crossed over the other.

“The train. It should be quick to get there now. No riders at this time of night.” I hope I can make it before the last run of the night.

“Do you live near the train station?” Cameron has pushed himself off the desk now and is standing in front of me.

“About a half a mile. We always walk around there.” I want to get out before he offers to take me to my dump of a house.

“Not a good idea, boss,” John pipes up. “It’s a bad neighborhood. I wouldn’t want to be walking around there, especially this time of night.” He shakes his head.

“She’ll come home with me for the night. Then I’ll take her home tomorrow evening.” Cameron takes me by the elbow.

“Wait, no. I can’t do that. That would be imposing. I’ve got to get home.” I try to move away from him a little, but his hand won’t release my arm.

“Call who you need to, and let them know you’re not coming home tonight,” he says, the look he’s giving me saying he’s dead serious.

“I don’t have a phone,” I whisper in shame.

“Here, take mine and make the call. We’ll get you one tomorrow.” He hands me a costly phone.

I call Ashton and tell him what I need to, and then I hang up. As I hand the phone back, Cameron’s hand lingers just a little too long on mine, and I feel like a zip of current runs through my arm.

I quickly pull back and drop my hand.

“Come on, then. Let’s go, so you can get a shower and some food. Then you can have a good night’s sleep until we have to come back again tomorrow evening.”

He retakes my elbow while guiding me out the door. He locks it, and then we head to the parking lot and approach a very sporty red car. He opens the door, and I get in.

“This is a very nice car you have here,” I say, running my fingers over the plush interior.

“It’s one of them. Ready to go? I’m tired too. It’s been a very long day for me here.” He closes my door and walks around the car.

I nod as he gets to the driver’s side. As he starts the car, I can see how tired he really looks. His eyes have dimmed down some, and the lines on his face make him look exhausted.

He drives for about twenty minutes, and we round a curve in the hilly road. Pulling into a very nice driveway, he punches in a code and the gates open for him. My jaw drops when we pull up to the massive house we have arrived at.

The place looks like a three-story house and seems to go on forever. Bright white paint shines through the night, and we pull into the garage after he hits the button on the sun visor that opens the massive door.

After we’re parked in the garage, where there are cars everywhere, he opens my door and offers me his hand. “Come on. I’ll give you a swift tour of the place.”

Walking in through the side entrance, we’re greeted with very nice polished white floors with black trim. There is a single winding staircase that we go up to get to the next floor.

He walks me out onto a patio, and I look in awe at the landscape behind the house. It’s a huge yard with a grand in-ground pool in a beautiful glass enclosure, two small grass areas that look like putting greens, and stunning landscaping everywhere.

Even in the dark, this place looks like something out of a magazine.

He takes me back in and shows me where his brother’s bedroom is, then his bedroom, and finally mine. I gasp as the doors are opened and the enormous room is displayed in front of me.

“Wow! This place is amazing. I’ve never been in a place this big. Our house could fit in this bedroom alone!” My mouth is hanging open as I take in the biggest bedroom I could imagine.

A white four-poster bed sits against the wall; the room is painted in a bright white with teal-green molding. The floors are done in hardwood, and there’s a rug stretching across most of the room.

The bed is made, spread with a white comforter with green swirls running from the top to its bottom.

“I’m glad that I can impress you. So you like your room then? It’s the best guest room in the house.” He has a smile on his face as he looks down at me.

I explore the room, then find the bathroom.

“This is beautiful. I cannot get over this bathroom, it’s huge! Is that like a spa shower or something?” I point at a fully enclosed shower that has jets in the white tile.

“It does have spa jets in the wall. I’ll let you enjoy yourself while I go get you some clothes to sleep in. They may not fit, but at least you’ll have something clean and comfortable for the night.”

He heads to the door and lets himself out.

I walk back into the bedroom and look around again at the massive space.

The huge king-size bed is tucked up under an overhead space that looks like a sitting area to read books in. It has a staircase that winds up to it, and the furniture is white and looks very expensive but comfortable.

I sigh and walk back into the bathroom to see a robe hanging there. I get undressed and step into the massive shower, fiddling with the knobs, trying to figure out how to work everything.

Finally, after a few minutes of getting sprayed, beaten, and drowned, I finally figure out how to work the jets properly.

I can’t tell you how long it has been since I’ve had a hot shower. Most of the time, the water is warm or chilly, with all of us having to bathe at some time during the day.

My body is hurting from the hard night, and I stand there relaxing in the enormous shower that’s big enough for at least five people to be in at once, if not more.

Losing track of time, I slowly wash my body off with the products on the shelf. After getting myself clean and my long hair washed, I finally get out to dry off.

I put the robe on while walking back out into the bedroom, feeling like a new person. There is a set of comfy pajamas on my bed. I walk up and lay my hands on the fuzzy material.

“God, I haven’t felt anything like this before. It’s so soft,” I say, speaking quietly to myself.

I hear a knock on the door and quickly slide the pajamas on. They’re a little big, but I can’t complain. I pull the pants tight with the adjustable waist ties. “Yes, it’s open.”

“Just checking up on you before I go to bed. Did you enjoy the shower?”

He has a pair of shorts on and no shirt. His hair glistens, wet from his recent shower. My eyes slowly trail down his torso; he’s fit, with a set of abs on him. His arms are extremely muscular, and even his legs are toned and fit.

“Yes, it was wonderful. I can’t believe this house. It’s gorgeous here, and I love the landscape outside.” I’m hoping to see more when the sun comes up and, of course, after I get some good sleep.

He walks up to the bed and sits down beside me. “Thank you. I had it built about five years ago. I added special rooms for the guests that come by from time to time. I’ll show you the rest of the house when you get up.

“Now, go to sleep. You had a long evening, and I know you’re tired. Let me know when you wake up, so I can get you something to eat.”

“I will. I remember where your bedroom is, and I’ll knock on the door later. Thank you so much again for all of this,” I say, trying to remember my manners with him.

His scent hits me, and he smells divine, like Old Spice and leather mixed.

He stands up and nods his head, heading to the door, looking about as tired as my sore body feels right now.

After he closes it, I crawl into the very soft and huge bed. Cuddling up into the warm covers, I pass out immediately for the night.