Chapter 96 - Always Right

We went to a bar next to his house, which was probably one of those chic raffinate bars since the adornment was typical vintage and they even used Italian coffees and french croissants filled with different types of marmalade and chocolate. They even had salty options such as tortillas, omelet, pancakes, and so on.

When I followed Cameron walking in after me the waiters and the cookers both widened their eyes surprised, they probably didn't expect to find him with a woman.

"Good morning Cameron, good morning miss." They cheered us and I smiled, "good morning," I whispered.

There was an empty table on the bottom of the room so we sat there, a waiter came to our table as soon as Cameron lifted his gaze. I would never get used to being around someone so powerful who wherever he went he always had people do what he wanted.

The waiter drifted his gaze to me probably waiting for my order and caught me completely off guards since I didn't have an order yet.

"I am glad to meet you, miss..." The waiter paused and I smiled, taking the menu and skimming through it, "Lily, Lily Waldorf."

He smiled, "Lily Waldorf, nice to meet you" he nodded as he wrote my name down on his bloc notes. 

"I will have a Cappucino with a french croissant with cream thanks." 

The waiter nodded and walked away without even taking Cameron's order, maybe he frequently visited that place and they knew his order by heart. I wondered how it must feel to have his power -as if the whole world revolved around him-.

"Did he write down my name?" I whispered chuckling.

"I guess. I never came here with a woman before so he probably understood you were special and wanted to remember your name next time."

Next time? I smiled.

Next time. I loved how that sounded.

"Well, he has a special attention in your regards huh?" I said smiling as I leaned my chin on my head.

He shrugged, "people know me, especially in this side of the city, I am the self-made billionaire who has a cold heart. That's my reputation."

The waiter came with our orders and I discovered Cameron ordered an Americano coffee with an omelet with cheese and ham.

"Looks delicious," I said before the waiter could leave and he thanked me with a big smile.

I took some sips of the cappuccino, the milk froth was thick and high. 

It was probably the best cappuccino I had ever had in my entire life, I didn't know if that was because of Cameron's influence.

I finished the cappuccino and then ate the croissant, when we finished Cameron went to pay while I waited for him outside. Few women who went outside the bar stared at me probably wondering who I was and why Cameron brought me there at such an early time of the morning but I ignored their persistent gaze.

Now I understood why famous people always complained about their lack of privacy.

Was that what I had to renounce to win his heart? 

I always liked my privacy and always had been someone who would avoid crowded places and who rathered stay home instead of going to events.

Maybe I will get used to that and we will convey our worlds together in a perfect combination.

He took my arm and laid his head on my shoulder.

"Did you have nightmares tonight?" I asked remembering he mentioned a few times about his hard time sleeping because he often had nightmares.

"I didn't have any. I slept well." He said wrapping his hand around my shoulder and pushing me closer to him.

I took a breath of relief inwardly wondering if that was a coincidence or the truth.

"It's funny how we both have some issues with emotions. I am not able to cry and you hardly sleep well at night."

I commented, a chuckle escaping from my lips, maybe that was our price to pay.

"You're not able to cry?" He asked curiously.

I shook my head, "I am not. After my grandfather's death, I couldn't cry anymore. Not even for bad things, I can be sad but even if I am emotionally destroyed no tears would come out."

A glimpse of sadness appeared on his face, "I am sorry Lily. It must be frustrating."

I remembered the first time I told Carl about that 'issue' and he used to answer telling me that I probably was cold not to cry and that I would cry in case something really bad happened. As if my problem wasn't serious.

I wonder why I recognized all the red flags now, maybe his confession of cheating on me was truly a wake-up call.

"Yes, it is. It reminds me of how hurt I was after my grandfather's death. It was like if I lost half part of my heart." My voice broke in my throat and my eyes began to burn, yet no tear came out. It was like my eyes refused every effort.

"Maybe it only shows you how much you care about your grandfather and no other person will mean that much to make you cry again." He offered me a shy smile of encouragement.

"I am sure he is proud of you and he wouldn't want to see you cry for any reason in the world. Maybe that's his curse, he doesn't want you to suffer anymore so he gifted you this weird power." 

I smiled at his creative thought and nodded, maybe yes.

"Well, you're Cameron Collins. You are always right." We both giggled, he wrapped his hand around my arm.

"Do you know what else I am right about?"

"What? Tell me, Cameron Collins." 

I liked how his name sounded, it was made for him.

"I was right when I brought you to Las Vegas, there is not even a second I regret about the time I spent with you. So I was right about you.." He smiled and kissed me.