Authors note: Warning this is yaoi which is boy x boy. If you don't like this type of story then please leave!

So here is chapter 3 of my story. My plan is to get a new chapter out every two weeks to be safe, when college starts back I will post as I can. Hope you guys stick in till the end. Thank you to all of those who have read and fav'd my story. Just wish someone would take the time to review *pouts* Ok onto the story!

Vincent's Point of View

As I sat in Cameron's car I took in my surroundings, the car was really nice, really expensive and something I would never be able to afford in my lifetime. I held my breath as the door opened and Cameron slid into his seat. The man was smiling as he put the key in the ignition; it was gorgeous and sent chills down my spine. Damn… I just had to get helped by some gorgeous rich guy… just my luck. I thought to myself right before I cursed myself for accepting a ride from someone I hardly knew. Was this really a rule I wanted to break for a sexy exterior? This guy could be a killer on the inside for all I knew. All the bad things that could happen raced through my mind, but I was quickly brought out of my thoughts by Cameron's voice.

"So, will you tell me your name or am I going to have to guess it?" He asked in a low husky tone.

I wanted to melt in my seat at the sound of his voice, I hadn't noticed his voice before, I guess due to being in shock, but how could one man be so damn sexy? He was watching me as I squirmed in my seat; he was probably enjoying this, if the growing grin on his face was any indication. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing would come, this made Cameron raise an eyebrow at me. He leaned over never taking his eyes off of me and whispered, "I don't bite…hard, unless you're into that kind of thing?" His grin was mocking but still glorious.

"W..what?" I managed to sputter out.

"So you do speak?" Cameron laughed.

"Yes, I can talk, asshole." I grumbled and crossed my hands over my chest.

I swear I would have jumped out of that car and walked home, but by the time I got home it would have been time for me to get ready and leave again. Looking over, I saw Cameron waiting for me to give him my name, but I really didn't want to, it terrified me a little. Cameron seemed like a good person and I did owe him something for saving my life. I let out a sigh and finally answered him.

"My name is Vincent DeLuca." I said, blushing like mad.

Cameron gently took my hand and brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it, keeping his eyes locked on mine. I felt myself get hard, once again he had me squirming in my seat, and I had never felt this way with anyone. My mind was racing, so many dirty thoughts coming into my mind, I imagined Cameron ripping my clothes fucking me on top of his Ferrari, my legs wrapping around his waist taking him in deeper, his lips kissing me breathless. That was a secret fantasy I would harbor for a long time to come, no one knew about my kinky little fetishes, and I had never acted any out with my previous boyfriends. I felt the moan escape my lips before I could stop it, Cameron's eyes grew wide and my pants were now very uncomfortable with the thoughts I just had about him.

I looked away and asked Cameron if we could get going. "I need to be up early for school and I really need to get some sleep." When I looked back he eyes had softened, I could see the lust and something else I didn't recognize, he nodded his head and asked for directions. I gave him the directions to my apartment and grabbed the seatbelt to buckle myself in. Cameron did the same, before turning the radio on. "The Heart of everything" began to play and Cameron started singing alone,

"For the pain and the sorrow caused by my mistakes
Won't repent to a mortal whom is all to blame
Now I know I won't make it
There will be a time we'll get back our freedom
They can't break what's inside
I'll face it 'cause it's the heart of everything."

"You have an amazing voice." I said as the song ended.

"Thank you, sexy." Cameron spoke in that oh so drool worthy voice of his, and the nickname, I guess it's a nickname, made me squirm and I felt my cheeks heat up.

Cameron and I talked on the way to my apartment, I don't know why, but it was so easy to talk to him. He asked about my school, what I was studying and when would I graduate. I asked him about what he did, just like I expected he was rich and that made me shrink in my seat. Cameron asked if I worked, I couldn't answer him, how could I? I felt his hand grab my knee and squeeze it. "It's ok; you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to." He said with that gorgeous smile. I smiled back at him for the first time and it felt good, I could tell I was getting attached already and that was a bad thing. I always ended up being used or hurt, I couldn't go through that again.

The time flew by and we were just a few minutes from my neighborhood, my stomach starting churning again and I felt like I was going to be sick. I had never been ashamed of where I lived, but I knew Cameron was better off than me, so that changed everything. I didn't want him to think less of me because of where I lived. I don't know why I was worrying so much or why I even cared, I knew I would never see him again after tonight. Truth is, in the little time I have been with Cameron, in this single car ride across town, I found myself wanting to get to know more about him and definitely wanting to see him again. My thoughts went to Abel, how he had found someone, and my heart started to ache again. I wanted something I knew I could never have.

My apartment building came into view and I found myself once again holding my breath. I glanced over at Cameron and he still had that smile on his face, it never changed as we pulled in front of my building. I swallowed the lump that was in my throat, grabbed the door handle and was about to thank Cameron when he opened his door and got out of the car, and then came around to open my door. He looked down at me, and extended his hand, which I automatically grabbed onto, to help me out of the expensive car.

"T..thank you." I stuttered.

"Let me walk you to your door, sexy."

God why did he keep calling me that? It was like he was teasing me, I mean, come on! Someone like him could never be interested in a guy like me. I lived in a hell hole, was a college student and a stripper. Cameron ran a business, drove a nice car, and can have anyone he wanted. It made me wonder if he was bi or gay. I knew he had to be one or the other, after all, he was flirting with me. Well, at least I thought he was. My heart couldn't handle all this, I just wanted to get into my apartment, fall into bed and forget about this day.

"No, you don't have to; I can manage on my own." I spoke up.

"Which one is yours?" He purred into my ear, completely ignoring my brush-off.

I gave in, who wouldn't? And lead Cameron up to my apartment. I reluctantly let go of his hand to get my keys from my bag and unlocked my door. I turned around to thank him, those incredible green eyes looking at me again, which made me lose whatever thought I had just had. Then he slipped a business card into my hand and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek.

"Goodnight, sexy, hope to see you again soon." He whispered into my ear.

And just like that he was gone; I was left holding the card in my hand and touching where he had just kissed me. "Does he really want to see me again?" I whispered. Coming out of my shock, I stumbled into my apartment, locked the door behind me and threw my stuff down. I fell into bed, not bothering to change to my clothes and had the best night's sleep I've ever had, filled with dreams of Cameron.