CAMERON'S P.O.VI was in the studio, recording, when my newly hired secretary, Daniel, ran to me, his eyes creased with worry. I stopped midway through my vocalizing as Daniel raised his hand and tapped against the glass door three times. Tap. Tap. Tap.I stopped the practice at once, stepping out of the room and cornering him. "What happened?""Your sister gave you ten missed calls," He said, holding up my phone. "Maybe you should call her back? It might be an emergency?"I took the phone from him, my own face turning into a mask of worry and confusion as I saw the consecutive ten missed calls from Camille. Before I could call her back, the phone in my hand vibrated to life once again, her name flashing across the screen. I picked it up instantly, halfway through the first ring."Hey—""Cam," Her terrified voice flooded across the call and my back instantly stiffened. "Cam, there's someone in the house. They just broke in. I am—""Mille, Mille, listen to me," I said, my heart beating

CAMERON'S P.O.V I already knew what was coming, and yet I was not ready. "We are finally here!" Dominic added, whistling as he strolled through the gates of the VIP section of the club with a lazy ease. "Got this whole place, all to us tonight. Isn't that crazy?" "You know what's crazy? Talking when we are in a club! Let's eat first! Then dance! And then talk!" Harris said as he walked to the bar-restaurant and slammed his fist against the counter. "Four deluxe cheese burgers, four fries, and two bottles of whiskey please!" "Are your friends always this excited?" Easton asked, sidling up to me. Today, he had dressed down from his ties and suits and had worn a plain black shirt and grey pants instead. I nodded in answer to his inquiry. "They almost always are. They're like my recharging stations," I added, shrugging. In a nearby mirror, I caught a reflection of myself — in a black and white striped shirt and black pants, a silver chain around my neck, my hair tousled and slicked ba

SHAYLA'S P.O.VTomorrow was my wedding day. It was tomorrow and it was official — it was officially my wedding day. This morning, Cameron and I had dressed up — courtesy of Caira, who insisted on buying us new outfits for our legal wedding, aka the registration of our marriage, or otherwise, she'd throw herself in front of a flashy car and meet her instant death right in front of us to forever change the direction of our lives. Her words, not mine. But either way, none of us took any chances and we followed her to the boutique either way — where Caira already had arranged a galore of more casual wedding dresses for me to try on. After two hours of sifting through racks and racks full of absolutely insanely pretty dresses, I settled on a white jumpsuit with a flourishing train that hung down my waist. The sleeveless jumpsuit was edgy, with a dramatic neckline and shiny white leather straps running down the waist, but the train of cloth provided it with a much appreciated elegance. In

CAMERON'S P.O.VWaking up everyday next to Shayla was like waking up to a dream. But you know what was like a nightmare? Sitting in a seaplane, which was about to take off and fly over miles and miles of never ending waters. "Okay, this is very very scary," I said as I fumbled with the family seat belt, trying to tie it around me properly. Shayla and I were finally on our honeymoon — to the Philippines — and we couldn't wait to catch this break after the enormity of the reception. But thankfully even though there were like over three hundred people invited to the reception, all of us had made it out alive."Do not worry so much, Cam," Shayla said, leaning towards me and placing a hand on my knee. "You've been on a plane hundreds of times.""It's never not scary," I chided. Shay and I were sat next to each other in the compact four-seater El Carpal seaplane — because our room was a luxurious one at the El Carpal Pengalusian Island. Shay informed me that her company had brought this co

SHAYLA'S P.O.VIt was our last night here in the Philippines. It had officially been two weeks since we had enjoyed the green foliage and the blue waters that this heavenly place had to offer, and no matter how many times I was seeing the exact same scene — something new always seemed to appear that made the place even more beautiful. Two little undiscovered juts of rocks on the western point of the island. Thousands and thousands of seashells buried in the sand on the eastern tip. This place always had something new to offer."My, I am going to miss this place terribly," I said as Cameron and I took in the serenity of this place for one last time in a long period of time, our bare feet stretched out in front of us, as we sat under the shade of a palm tree, our backs against the thick trunk, as the slivers of moonlight escaped in through the blades of the leaves. I sighed happily as I rested my head on Cameron's shoulder, quietly listening to the waves breaking against the sand and th