AGAINST ALL ODDS.

Michael is sitting in his car waiting to catch a glimpse of Camille, she has been avoiding him for a few weeks, neither picking his calls nor responding to his texts.

He has been to her eatery several times and has been told off by her staff.Not anymore, he decides, closing off from work early, he has been on a stakeout in his car since, determined to see her and maybe talk some sense into her.

Why could she be avoiding him? He didn't do anything wrong, did he? All was well the last time he saw her or wasn't it?

"Crap!"

He curses out loud. It must be that bitchy cousin of hers. He knew he should have told Camille the truth about her, but he didn't want to risk losing her. What a fool he had been.

Stepping out of the car to stretch his legs having been in the car for hours, he sees her coming out of the eatery, holding her phone and laughing at something she was probably reading.

Adjusting his posture, he leans against the car trying to give the impression of nonchalance and waits for her to reach him.Camille is focused on her phone, laughing at a funny post on Instagram, unaware that Michael was standing only a few feet from her.

"Camille."

He calls as soon as she's close to him.Jumping back in shock at hearing her name called, she sighs in relief when she sees it's only Michael. The smile on her face is replaced by a frown as she responds.

"Hi Michael, what are you doing here?"

"I came to see you. Can we talk?"

"About what?"

I have somewhere to be. You should have called before coming."

I did call, several times at that, you weren't picking up my calls."

"I have been busy.""Busy doing what? You have been avoiding me, what did I do? Can we just go inside to talk?"

"I can't go inside to talk, how about we fix a meeting for later?"

She says dismissively.

"And have you bail on me again? I have come here several times, your staff kept telling me off. What did I do? We can talk this out if you just give me a few minutes of your time."

"I wish you wouldn't be like this. Do I have to spell it out for you?"

She stamps her feet impatiently on the ground."Spell what out for me? I don't understand."

"I do not want to see you anymore. I have thought about it and decided that you and I simply can't work."

"That's not true, I refuse to believe that. You and I were just starting to bond. Okay, can you just tell me what I did wrong?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, I just told you how it is."

"There's something you are not telling me, I can see it in your eyes. Let's just sit down to talk."

"There's nothing more to it, it just can't work."

Sighing in frustration, he takes a few steps forward bringing him right in front of her. "Why would you assume she told me anything? Even if she didn't, I would have discovered eventually."

"Discovered what? Let's just at least sit to talk in my car, please."

She looks uncertainly at him finally caving at the pleading look in his eyes like that of a lost puppy.

"Okay, only for a few minutes though. I have somewhere to be soon."

Responding eagerly, he guides her to the passenger side of the door, opening the door for her to sit and going around to the driver's side to take his seat.

"I would take whatever you can give me."

Turning to his side to face her, he winds up the glass and starts the car to turn on the air conditioner.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Good. So, what did you discover about me."

"I suppose there's no harm in telling you since it's not a secret. My cousin told me that you have a reputation for leaking nudes of girls you have been involved with on social media. I didn't want to believe her, so I checked. Turns out it's actually true, you have been involved in lots of scandals regarding issues like that."

"How can you let that bitch get to you?"

"Excuse me! You are talking about my cousin.""I am sorry, that came out wrong. I mean why would you let her mislead you?"

"She did not mislead me especially since she told the truth. The evidence is there for all to see, you lied to me."

"I did not lie to you, I just refrained from talking about it, I didn't want you to react the way you are reacting now."

"How do you sleep at night knowing you are responsible for the misery of lots of girls? How?"

"I am not saying I am proud of what I did, but that was in the past. I just want to move on and forget all about that. I told you you inspire me to want to be a better person, why not look beyond everything I have done, and let's make us work?"

"You don't understand, do you?"

"Understand what?"

"That you and I can never work. You have a reputation already, and I on the other hand like to keep my affairs private. I don't want to be associated with any of your scandals, my parents would be broken."

"I promise to keep my acts clean, why don't you want to give me a chance? We can keep it as private as you want."

"Look, Michael, I have dated someone like you before, he was a user and I was too blindly in love to read the signs until it was too late. I can't fall a victim of that, a second time."

Leaning closer and cupping her face in his hand, he whispers softly into her ears breathing slowly down her neck.

"I am sorry for everything you went through in the hands of that bastard, I know I have been bad, but I want to be better with you right by my side. Give me just one chance please."

He releases her and leans back in his seat.

"There's something I have to tell you, maybe you would understand me better when I do. My ex-boyfriend, Kay was an asshole, he kept taking and taking from me every chance he could get. The worst part of it was I allowed him to, he was always asking me for money. It took me a long time to discover that he was merely using me for just that, money. I swore to myself there and then that I would never let a man use me like that ever again, monetary or otherwise. It would be a shame to allow myself to fall victim, a second time."

"Believe me, Camille, I understand where you are coming from. I wouldn't be stressing over you like this if I didn't have serious intentions."

He swallows hard and continues. "Come on, that should at least count for something."

"Are you sure, Michael?"

"I swear on everything I hold dear, I am sure."

"I don't know what to think. I am sorry, we can't work out, and I would really appreciate it if you could stay away from me."

"I know you don't mean that."

"Don't tell me what I mean. I have made myself clear enough, stay away."

She says raising her voice at him.

"Camille, please. Don't do this, don't let doubts make you lose a once in a lifetime experience."

"I have made my decision. Goodbye, Michael."

With that, she slips out of the car, strolling down the street to get a cab.Michael slams his fists on the steering.

"Damn you, Michael! You really screwed up this time. I hope you are happy."

He shouts to himself, cursing and swearing for a few seconds before driving off in fury.

TWO DAYS LATER.

"Excuse me, sir, there's someone here to see you."

Funke pops her head into Michael's office without knocking to inform him of a visitor's presence in the reception.

Michael his eyes darkening to match his current mood scowls at her. "

"Why couldn't you call?"

"I am sorry sir, I tried to but the call wasn't connecting."

"I am not in the mood to see anybody. Tell whoever it is to get lost and never come back."

"But sir......"

He cuts her off angrily.

"Do you maybe have a hearing problem?"

"I am sorry, sir."

She turns around to leave when he bellows behind her.

"Who is it by the way?"

"She says her name is Camille."

Jumping up to his feet and sending papers flying in different directions, he chuckles in disbelief.

"Are you sure?"

She said her name is Camille?"

"Yes, sir."

Tell her to come in"

"Alright, sir."

She exits and closes the door behind her.

Not wanting to appear eager, he rearranges his desk and takes his seat, pretending to be hard at work.Camille knocks briefly and enters uncertainty.

"Hi, Michael."

He looks up from the work he's pretending to do, he makes a show of looking for something on his table.

"Hello, Camille. Please have your seat."

She moves to sit in the chair opposite him.

"Thank you."

"What would you like to take? Some tea or coffee perhaps?"

Rubbing her hands together in a nervous gesture, she shakes her head.

"Not now, maybe later."

"Okay then. What brings you here? How did you get this address?"

He asks trying to give off an air of nonchalance, sifting through the papers on his desk and pretending to be busy.

"I came to see you. It wasn't so difficult to locate where you work, it's almost public knowledge."

She replies shrugging.

"I can come back if you are busy."

She says pointing to the sheaf of papers in front of him.

Not wanting to miss another moment with her, he pushes the papers aside, focusing his attention on her.

"I am not that busy, let's talk. So, what did you come to see me for?"

"After our discussion the other day, I have had time to think, and the truth is just that I have decided I can't be without you. As much as I tried to shy away from the truth, I can't."

She studies his countenance which doesn't seem to have changed and continues.

"I honestly don't care about what you did in the past, it's the present that matters as long as you make an effort to do better. I have tried to deny the feelings I have for you, but I honestly can't anymore. I have made my fair share of mistakes so, who am I to judge you for yours? I just want to be happy and if you can give that to me then the past be damned. She sighs and stares at him for a response.

Not sure if she is saying what he thinks she is, he asks slowly,

"What are you saying?"

"I am saying that I am ready to be your girlfriend regardless of the circumstances surrounding us. I don't really care about the past or the future even, it's the present that matters and I want to spend it with you for as long as I can."

Do you mean that? Promise me you mean what you just said."

He says, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth, his mood lightening up instantly."Yes, Michael I promise."

He throws his head back in his seat and sighs in relief.

"Thank you, Camille. You don't know how happy you just made me. Can I kiss you?"

He stands from his desk, moving round to sit in front of her.Nodding shyly, she averts his gaze.He bends in front of her, raises her chin up, and gently places a kiss on her lips.

"Thank you, Camille. I promise you I would never do anything to hurt you in the least. I would be a better man for you, I am going to do all it takes to make you proud of me I swear it with my life."

"You are welcome, Michael."

She licks her lips to savor his kiss.

"I guess a celebratory dinner is in order then. What do you say?"

"I say yes."

She responds, beaming at him.

"Pick the time and place right now and it's done. I would come to pick you up as soon as I close from work."

"How about my place? I remember we have some unfinished business." She says batting her eyelids seductively at him."Hmmm your place huh?"

"Yeah, I am a pretty terrific cook. You can decide for yourself after tasting my cooking."

"It's settled then. Your place it is."

"Come over by 7 and be prepared to sleepover."

"You got it. Remember to wear something sexy."

"You can count on it."

I better get going then, I need to do a little shopping and put stuff in place before your arrival."

"You sure it won't be too stressful though."

He asks concern written over his face. We could order food "

"I run a eatery six days of the week trust me, it's nothing."

"If you are sure. Meanwhile, let me see you out. I want to introduce you to my secretary."

He says linking his arms to hers and pulling her out to the reception. They walk out hand in hand stopping at Funke's desk.

Michael clears his throat to talk to her.

"How's it going, Funke?"

She rises to her feet respectfully to acknowledge him.

"Going good, sir. Do you need my help with something?"

"No, I don't. I want to introduce you to my girlfriend, her name is Camille. Camille, this is Funke, my secretary."

"Pleased to meet you."

"Pleasure."

"She is to be given unrestricted access to my office at all times. I don't care how busy I am, once she's around, my schedule is open. Do you understand?"

Michael says to Funke with an air of braggado.

"I do, sir."

"Good. You can go back to work."

Turning to Camille,

"See you later, babe."

"Okay, hun."

She pecks him on the cheek before making a graceful exit, leaving Michael staring and lusting after her posterior.

He turns on his heel and walks back into his office paying no heed to Funke who is staring at him as if she just witnessed a miracle. It's almost unbelievable that her boss has a girlfriend. Does the notorious playboy now have a girlfriend? Well, wonders they say never ends. Returning her attention back to the huge pile of work in front of her, she's already calculating how much leaking a juicy story like that to the press would earn. Pity, she signed a non-disclosure agreement when she took up her job as Michael's secretary. If only, if only she didn't.

Michael knocks on Camille's door bearing a bouquet of flowers. He smells of freshness after having gone home for a shower and a change of clothes.Camille opens the door dressed in sexy red lingerie, smelling of fresh lavender and roses combined to give an alluring, inviting smell. She drags Michael in by his shirt, without giving him a chance to talk.

"Come right in, Michael, I have been waiting for you."

"Damn girl! You look really hot."

He comments letting his gaze roam over her taking in her curves accentuated by the red lingerie shaped to flaunt it.

"I know you said you don't like flowers, but I didn't know what else to buy. I am hoping I could change your perspective on that with time."

She accepts and sniffs it appreciatively murmuring her thanks.

"So, dinner is ready, I set the table already. You ready to eat?"

"I am starving just not sure if I should devour you first or the food. What did you cook?"

"Fried rice with chicken and meatballs. I made some freshly squeezed orange juice, and of course cookies for dessert."

"I sure can't wait to eat, but I have more pressing business to handle."

Turning around to lock the door, he carries her giggling and still clutching the flowers in her hands into the room, setting her delicately on the bed. Bending low over her, he asks,

"Are you ready for this, baby?"

"have been ready since the day you kissed me in my office."

She responds her eyes aflame with unconcealed desire.

Making quick work of his clothing and hers, he kisses her slowly at first, increasing the tempo and using his tongue to seek hers.She returns his kisses fiercely, pulling his head closer.He breaks the kiss and uses one hand to cup her breast, getting rewarded by her pleasurable moan. He places his mouth on the other, licking and sucking gently careful not to make her raw.

Desperate to participate actively, she uses a finger to trail down his chest to his stomach seeking out his abs and kissing his neck. He takes the other breast in his mouth, focusing all his attention on it and making her moan. Using his forefinger, he uses it to seek out her slippery, wet, moist vagina, finger fucking her gently in the process.

She lets out a loud moan, pushing herself up to allow him to delve deeper.

"Don't make me wait for long, Michael. I am getting impatient."

"I thought we had more time, babe."

He whispers in a husky voice.

"We don't Michael, I am on the verge of coming, I have missed you so much."

Nodding at the effect he has on her, he smiles and continues.

His penis has started to throb painfully and it now stands proudly in all its full glory. He withdraws his hand and adjusts himself, his penis now at the entrance to her moist temple already dripping wet with impatience, he asks again.

"Are you sure you are ready for this? I would hate to stop now but your consent is all that matters.

"I am so ready."

She replies in a voice thick with desire.Nodding in satisfaction, he plunges into her, filling her up at once.She gasps in pleasure and draws him closer.He begins to slowly ride her feeling himself getting transported to the sixth heavens.

"You are sweet baby, you got me stuck up on you already."

"Give it to me, babe. I love this."

She mutters urgently under him.Increasing the tempo, he begins to ride her faster, getting cheered by her.She thrusts herself up to match his stride, showering his head with kisses and moaning in fulfillment.Alternating between fast and slow, he thrusts into her wishing he could bury himself there forever. Pounding harder and faster, he sends her breasts bouncing and jiggling on the bed making her beg for more. More what? He wondered, he was all in, he could give her more though, show her the right way to get fucked into fulfillment.

She hugs him closer to her, whispering sweet words to him, urging him to take her to the brink. Wrapping her legs around him, she clings to him for dear life praying he wouldn't stop soon and take her to the heights she badly wants to get to.He pauses to kiss her softly, telling her how precious the moment meant to him.She sucks his lip in response to his kisses, reciprocating in the same fashion.Breaking the kiss momentarily, he resumes the pounding making the bed creak in displeasure. Thankfully, the carpenter used solid materials for the bed, it shouldn't break, or would it? Who cares? The moment was more important. Feeling full and ready to spill his seed into her, he says, "I am going to come, baby. I don't want to without you."Shivering from the ecstasy running through her, she tells him.

"Yes, baby, I am almost there."

Pleased with her response, he raises her legs, putting each on his shoulder and plunges into her deeply.She cries out in pure pleasure as the pounding intensifies making her gasp for breath."I am ready, Michael.

"With a grunt, he releases right into her, climaxing together with her and collapsing breathless on her chest.

"Wow! That was wonderful."

He comments contentedly and kisses her affectionately, rolling over her onto the bed.

"It was nice."

She murmurs in satisfaction.

"Only nice? I thought I did better than nice."

He says teasing her.She blushes hotly and rests her head on his chest.

"It was wonderful, Michael. Are you ready to eat yet? It looks like I am going to have to microwave the food."

"I would be ready after I take a shower. Care to join me?"

He asks getting to his feet.

"Yeah, sure."

She responds and follows him.

Together they enter the bathroom, taking turns to wash  each other under the warm shower.

Growing hard again, he pushes her to the wall and takes her again, right there.

They soon finish taking their baths and quickly get dressed to eat their already cold dinner. With little else to do after dinner except talk and exchange stories, they retire into the room to continue several bouts of lovemaking all through the night.