Someone To Call My Own

By Bianca Harrison

A widow, Camille Young, wants nothing more but to have someone to call her own; with the right man of course. Just when she thinks she found him in Greg Langston – a smart, sexy, and brilliant attorney - who is very married and expecting his first child with his wife Michelle, their future gets put on hold. When things don’t go Camille's way as she hoped, the pain of her past resurfaces.

Camille has a plan that will affect everyone around her. When Greg's wife is targeted, Greg turns to Camille for answers. Was this part of her plan?...Suddenly Greg finds himself in a situation with a woman who will stop at nothing to make him her own, even if it means destroying his family and her own life.

Camille's entire world seems to unravel as she spirals out of control, not letting anything or anyone get in her way. Someone to Call My Own is a compelling story of lies, desperation and betrayal, and the consequences that follow when an encounter with the wrong woman has a man fighting to save the lives of the ones he love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bianca Harrison
• Release date: Jul 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311706591

Bianca Harrison

Bianca is the author of "Someone To Call My Own." Born and raised in South Georgia, she currently resides in North Georgia with her family. She has a Bachelor of Human Resource Management Degree in Business Administration. For more information visit her website at www.authorbiancaharrison.com.

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PROLOGUE

Camille

I awoke from a terrible dream with dripping sweat running down my body and my heart racing. I kept seeing a female face – that of the legendary Mary Stevenson, who tormented me about her man, Taj Jabar, an R&B artist.

I remember meeting Taj. He and I hit it off, and he invited me to an award show. As he accepted his award on stage, he gave me a shout out. As always, I looked great in a short silver sequin dress, silver studded heels, a matching clutch and accessories to match, and my hair done up nicely in a bun, and, of course, my man. He belonged to me and only me. I beamed on the red carpet prior to the event and sashayed as we entered. A shy girl all the way from North Carolina, now a city girl living in Atlanta, and I was now at an award show with other celebrities such as Mary J. Blige, Rhianna, Justin Timberlake, Kelly Rowland, Pink, Alicia Keys, Gabrielle Union, Taylor Swift, and many more! This was a night I was going to remember.

I noticed that everywhere I went, Mary followed me. She followed me from the photography booth, to the restroom, and the concession stand. She was not happy as celebrities asked for my number to decorate their homes and she was now on the back burner. I didn’t take her man, I kept telling myself, he came to me. I remember the night ending and I flew back home to Atlanta, leaving Taj to get ready for another show the following morning. But when I looked on the internet, I was shocked. As I scanned through the gossip sites such as – Sandralovett.com, Media Takeover, Celebrity Gossip Central, and Hip-Hop News – from my smart phone, all the headlines read: Taj Dumps Camille, now back with Mary Stevenson. Every site had some banner or comment across it; I became deranged from the thought of him using me to get back at her.

I jumped on the next flight back to L.A. and went straight to his hotel room. I didn’t have a key so I lied to the front desk personnel about losing my key in the crowd. I finally entered the room and it was empty, I snooped through his belongings, but did not find anything suspicious. I decided to leave and told myself I was losing my mind and should trust him. I made it to the door, and I heard voices of people coming into the room, so I hid. I saw Taj and Mary making out as they entered the room. They moved from the couch, to the floor, then the bed. I slipped out without letting them know I was there.

Camille...Camille! I heard my name being called. I turned around to Jennifer Lopez wanting to know about my interior decorating skills. She saw the work I did for Mariah Carey’s home on MTV cribs. I gave her my card and apologized for being in a rush. I ran out into traffic, crying. I screamed, kicked, and had a nervous breakdown, and almost got hit by a car. I made my way back to the car I rented and sat there in the driver’s seat in a daze.

Hours later I saw Mary exit the hotel and get into her car, so I decided to follow her. My anxiety kicked in, I then flashed my lights several times before she pulled over to the side of the road. I got out the car and told her to roll the window down. She looked confused. Camille? She finally let her window down and I told her Taj was mine and she should have left him alone. All I wanted was a man of my own, why couldn’t you respect that? I asked her.

Camille, you are crazy, you know that? I am leaving! she said, and before she could drive off, I reached in and stuck her multiple times with a pen I had. I pulled her out of the car. I then continued to beat her until she couldn’t move; I got back in my car and left. I headed back to the airport and caught the next flight back to Atlanta, again.

When I got home, my phone rang off the hook; I ignored all calls. I read on Twitter and Facebook that Mary was in a coma due to a carjacking. I smirked and thought, The bitch had it coming!

Hours passed, I called Taj who didn’t answer, which was strange because his morning show ended hours ago. I left him a voice message and told him I loved him. I heard a noise outside and looked out the window and it was Taj. I quickly ran to throw something on and took off my hair bonnet. I was shocked at his surprise visit. I ran to open the door and to my surprise there were cops everywhere. You stupid bitch, you hurt my girl! he screamed, and then punched me in the eye. "You crazy lunatic!" He called me names and the dream turned into a nightmare.

I woke up drowning in my own sweat. My worst fear is living this dream out in real life.

CHAPTER 1

Camille

Love can be painful at times! I stared at the ceiling and asked myself how long can I do this? I looked over at Greg and wondered, Will he ever leave Michelle? A man can fix his mouth to say anything when sex is involved. I have been waiting patiently and he tells me after the baby is born. I stared at his amazing nude body; he finally opened his eyes and asked, What time is it? I looked at him in disbelief and finally said, 7:45. Oh shit! Greg sprouted from the bed.

I didn’t realize it was that late, I must have fallen asleep, why didn’t you wake me? he asked.

I just looked at him like really. Greg kept going on and on about how Michelle is probably waiting for him, he was supposed to be home around 7 pm and what was he going to say once he got home.

Let her wait, I have waited long enough. I watched Greg get dressed, then I got up from the bed and put my robe on. The baby is coming any day now, right? I asked, So you might as well prepare her for your departure, I said.

Listen, Camille, you don’t understand, it’s complicated, he stuttered.

Complicated my ass! I have been seeing and sleeping with you for over a year now. You are basically living two different lives, Greg. All these promises and all of a sudden, Michelle gets pregnant and our plans stall. I don’t deserve this Greg!

Camille, listen, what we have is good. When things started out with us it was no strings attached. Then feelings got involved, but weren’t you the one who told me you loved me? he asked.

Yes, I replied.

Listen to what I’m saying. I love you, too. I need time to figure everything out once the baby is born. But, right now I have to go. I will call or text you later. Greg said.

He kissed me on my forehead and left.

Yeah…whatever! I yelled. How in the hell did I end up in a relationship like this? It’s happening all over again, I thought. Falling in love with a man that’s not 100% committed to me as I am to him is not good. How can he tell me he loves me and not mean it? I put up a wall toward men and let my guard down just for him. I hate when someone screws with my feelings and emotions. Greg comes over regularly and chills, I fix him dinner, we go out, we do everything a couple does. He makes love to me and then leaves. That is a messed up feeling – when he leaves out that door to head home to another woman. No woman should have to feel that.

Greg is so mesmerizing. It’s a damn shame. He has the tightest ass I have ever seen on a man and can work wonders with his tongue. For a forty-year-old to have the body he does and know how to use every part of it, and to have swagger on top of that, is something else.

Boy, love can be shitty! Why can’t I have what I want, when I want it? Who is to say when he goes through his divorce, Michelle will cooperate? And how many more months will it take for it to be finalized?

I walked over to my phone and noticed the light flashing on my answering machine. I hit the play button – beep, beep…Camille…this is your lovely friend who you seem to have forgotten about…Nikki! I have been trying to reach you via, phone, and email. Let a sista know you’re okay; you have been MIA for days…call me. I hit the delete button.

I grabbed the phone off the receiver and dialed Nikki’s number. She answered on the first ring.

Dang, chic! Where the hell you been hiding at? Nikki said.

Hello to you, too. I have been a little busy, I said.

Too busy to call your friend? Nikki asked.

Well, I have been trying to figure things out and get my life back on track, that’s all, I said.

So, what’d you come up with? Nikki asked.

Nikki, you know my situation is complicated I said, trying to rush the call.

Whatever, Camille. Are we talking about married Greg? Nikki shot back.

Yes, and…? I said with attitude.

And the fact that he is married…and has been for years…and has a pregnant wife at home. Camille, do you actually think he will leave her once the baby is born? That would be so cruel and so not like him from what you say about him, Nikki said.

I love him Nikki and he loves me.

Ha-Ha, that’s a saying they always say to get what they want, Camille. Wise up. And you call me slow…hmmm, you can’t possibly be thinking about setting up house with this man, are you, Camille? Nikki pushed for an answer.

Nikki, why in the hell do you always have to sound so harsh? Damn you!

Camille, all I’m doing is making valuable points. You’re smart. We have been down this road before and where did it leave us?

I understand what you’re saying, but you have to understand this is my soul mate, the man I was supposed to meet, under the circumstances, I said.

Camille, my friend, have you forgotten what happened two years ago with Walter?

Nikki, if I did forget, you just brought it back up.

Well in that case, I don’t want you to walk yourself down that path again; I care about you and worry now since you moved.

At one point I tried to bury what happened in the past in the back of my mind. After a moment of silence, I simply said, Nikki, I have to go and take care of some business, once I’m done I will call you.

"Camille…Camille…Nikki called out. Before I knew it, (click) and the phone was back on the receiver.

I reached for a wine glass and a bottle of Moscato – the perfect trick to calming my nerves. Damn its 8:40 at night and nothing is on television. I turned the television off and headed for the hot tub. I turned on the water and filled it to the rim after adding some silk midnight mimosa bubble bath I purchased at Victoria Secret. Hmmm, just the way I liked it. I dropped my robe on the floor, had a glass of wine in tow, and turned on my Maxwell cd and let him sing to me.

I sat down, while the water was warm and soothing, and laid my head back on the bath pillow. I reminisced about Greg filling me up in this hot tub last night. As my thoughts ran, they took me places I wasn’t ready to go to just yet, so I focused on Greg’s body. While he was sleeping, I inserted a tiny chip inside his phone. He probably will never know it’s there, so I could monitor his calls. I had to do it, I told myself in order to protect me.

I love him, but I don’t want to be a fool in the process; he will not screw me with his lies. I am going to hear every phone conversation he has, with one click on my phone, it will let me know when he’s talking to someone. I want to hear what he’s telling Michelle as well. I can determine if he’s been lying to me all this time and have a head’s up on his intentions. I can know where he is at any time.

This is going to be interesting, I thought. But once I gathered enough information, what will I do? Leave his trifling ass alone? Keep screwing him? Go off the deep end? What? I had no answer to those questions and hoped it wouldn’t have to come to that. For now I relaxed and drank my wine.

CHAPTER 2

Greg

Leaving Camille’s house in Buckhead was awful…the traffic on Lenox was a mess. I couldn’t believe she didn’t wake me up. I hope she wasn’t snooping around or anything while I was asleep. Some of the things she does turn me off. I jumped on 85 towards 75 down the interstate. I put my Wale CD in the changer and bumped to the beat, while I tried to come up with an excuse to tell Michelle.

When I pulled in the garage and got out, Michelle opened the door and said, Honey, what happened? Dinner was ready over an hour ago; I called you twice and left a voicemail, did you not get my message?

Babe, the car had a flat. The wrecker came and took it over to the Tire Barn since the spare was no good; my phone was in the passenger seat on silent. I just now retrieved it from the seat, didn’t even think to call home. I apologize, sweetheart. It’s been one of those days, I said.

Sorry to hear that babe, you had me so worried….you want to talk about it? Michelle asked.

Not right now, maybe later. I just want to shower and get out these clothes. I kissed my wife, went to shower, changed, and got ready for dinner. I didn’t know if she believed me or not, I never snuck around or lied to her like I have been for the last couple of months. In fact, I have no idea why I am doing it now.

I could tell once I came downstairs and sat at the table, Michelle was watching me.

Baby, what’s wrong?

Greg, it’s not like you to not call. What if I were in labor and this happened? Huh?

Baby, again, I apologize, I was trying to get the tire fixed and head home, and then got stuck in traffic. You know this Atlanta traffic is a mess. If it helps I’ll make it up to you, I said.

Trying to get her to smile was not easy. She just sat there and finally said, Don’t let this happen again, Greg. You call at least ten times a day and forget this one time, but in the mean time I accept your apology.

Thank God, you were not going to let that pass, I said as I smiled and played with her face, until she finally smiled back.

Michelle got up from the table, warmed up my dinner, and sat back down at the table with me while I ate; she had eaten without me. My wife was gorgeous. I looked at her, no makeup or acne, no weave, nice body even during pregnancy, just flawless. I couldn’t get why I was seeing Camille…was it just for fun or to see how long I could get away with it? I didn’t have an answer as to why I was screwing another woman.

As I ate, Michelle and I discussed the baby’s arrival. This would be our first and a boy at that! I couldn’t be happier. The baby’s room was prepared; my workload at the firm was going to be light for a couple of weeks and Michelle and I will rotate sleep.

A baby, what a bundle of joy, I said. He is going to be so spoiled, I added.

Of course, he will be a Langston, she giggled.

My phone vibrated on the table. Shit! I thought I took it up upstairs. I glanced at the text from Camille, asking me did I make it home safe. I quickly put the phone down and my heart started racing.

Who’s that? Michelle asked.

No one. Just a reminder I set about a meeting I have first thing in the morning. I do have a new voicemail message, I see though. It must be yours.

Well, you’re home now, Michelle said.

With that said, Mrs. Langston, why don’t you let me put you to bed. I’m completely done with dinner and want to make love to my lovely wife, I teased her.

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