Part 1 of, 2, 3, and 3.5.

I'm a 30+ year old, married woman. My husband and I have lived  together for about 11 years. We have 2 children. This story is not about him. The last time I heard from *this man*, was in September, 2018. All names have been changed in my story.

About 14 years ago, I was at a party with my best friend. I was sitting on a couch when a man entered, with a woman on his arm. He was very tall, dark hair with green eyes, a very strong build, and very handsome. Exactly like in the fairy tales... Our eyes met from acrossed the room. I felt it and he did too, but I didn't know that. Just from making eye contact we were drawn to eachother. We stared at eachother. I realized I was lost in him and looked away, a little embarrassed, but I didn't show it. He turned to the woman he walked in with and said "let's go". She didn't want to leave but he insisted, and they left. I relaxed and tried to make sense of what had just happened... And then he walked back in, alone. He looked directly at me and began walking towards me. Inside, I was extremely anxious. He sat down next to me. He looked at the man sitting on the other side of me, my friend, and said "Austin, get out of here." And motioned him away with a flick of his head. Austin grabbed his drink and walked away. I took a nervous sip from my drink. He sat back into the couch and looked at me. He just stared at me. My anxiety was growing. Finally he said, "what are you doing here?" I nervously gigled and said, "I'm here with my friend Sarah. I'm a friend of Jay's." Another male friend of mine started to walk up to us, but he quickly turned around because the man shot him a look. It only made me more nervous, so I then stood up and went to go find my girlfriend I had came with. I found her in the kitchen, talking to Brandon, and I joined their conversation. We're interrupted when, that man, finds me again.

He didn't stop. He wanted me. He didn't just have a power over me... He had a power over everyone. I watched all of my male friends that I had known for years, jump at his every command. He carried himself like he had authority. What he said- went. No one argued, no one questioned. His name was Cameron. We began dating, but I always kept my distance. I made it a point to always keep things as casual as possible. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to be all in. But I was so incredibly scared. I was young, and I didn't understand everything that was happening. It was a feeling I had never had before, and something I haven't experienced since. There was an electricity when we were together.  We didn't have the romance movie "spark", there was an actual energy we carried together. Anyone around us could feel it. But he was dark... And that electricity scared me. He was a man. Not only in age but in maturity, and I knew I was still a child, an adult, but immature. And of course... I was nothing special... And he... Well, he was handsome, charming, and extremely powerful. If I had let him have me... What would he do with me? I was a virgin still... I was just an average girl... I didn't know what to do with him. And I wasn't comfortable with not being in control. With him, I wasn't in control of anything, not even myself. So I kept my distance. I would only see him occasionally. It slowly, very slowly, turned into me seeing him a few times a week.

I wouldn't go to his house. I always insisted that he meet me at a friends, somewhere public, or a private place of my choosing. I felt on his turf, I would give up my last ounce of what little control I had left. He would say everything you could imagine to get me to commit to him. He would beg. Promise me everything. But I couldn't let go of that fear... Even tho I so badly wanted to. He was everything I dreamed about, and more. That in itself, was terrifying. Too good to be true. But just to be near me, he would agree to see me, wherever, whenever. Things only got scarier. As I became a bit more comfortable, I would agree to go places with him that I wasn't familier with. He had "friends" that we would visit. Most of them had large homes. Money I hadn't seen before. I began to notice a trend at these friends houses... Cameras. I remeber walking into one house, and right inside the living room were several television screens, all showing video of different rooms inside the house, including the outsides and street fronts. Why not tho? If you have all of this money, you would want to protect it.

Our "relationship" lasted for over a decade. As far as I knew, he stayed single. Although I didn't ask, because I didn't want to know. I'm sure he was having sex with, someone... I eventually was too. I dated other people, and was no longer a virgin. He knew I was seeing other people, because he would ask and I would answer honestly. But I wouldn't have sex with him. We did other things, but I felt if I had sex with him, that would be it. I would be all in. Or it would at least be harder for me to keep my distance. He wanted to have sex. I always had to stop him. That was hard to do. The passion was intense. I wanted to feel him. I wanted to know what our sex would be like... Because I knew it would be incredible. Everything else was. "Chemistry", was an understatement. When we were intimate, he owned me and I wanted him to.

One night, I got to see what the "dark" side of him was. I knew it was there, you could feel it. But up to this point, I hadn't actually seen it. I drove to his house and was waiting outside for him in my car, since I wouldn't go into his house. I asked him to go somewhere with me, and he agreed and climbed in. I don't remember now where we were supposed to be going, but I remeber it was a business. I parked my car in the parking lot and waited for him while he ran inside. I had my window down and was listening to music. There was metal fencing along the sidewalk by the businesses. Two men were walking down the side walk and began yelling at me. I don't even remeber what they said to me. But just then... Cameron appeared and hit one of the men in the head and the man fell to the ground. He grabbed the other guy and they struggled for a moment, and then Cameron slammed the mans head into the metal fencing, and he also fell to the ground. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was so scary. Cameron casually walked to my car and climbed in. I didn't say a word. I was terrified. I had never even seen a real fight before. He calmly said "let's go", and I drove away. Minutes later while still driving, reality set in. I began to panic. "What the hell just happened? Why did you do that! What if they're not okay?" He replied, "you don't need to be worried about it. I'll take care of everything. I wasn't going to let them talk to you like that." I sarcastically and frantically said, "uhhh well you can't just hurt someone!" He said, "you don't need to worry about it. I have everything under control. You think they should be allowed to act that way? I just gave them an education. One that people don't teach anymore. And if I see someone messing with you, they're going to learn quick."

I let it go and prayed a lot that night. Swore I would never see him again... But I did, for years. And it wasn't long until things got even wilder. Phone calls were being monitored, rumors were flying, and eventually people were arrested. I was in way over my head. But it was a passion, that I'm still trying to part with.

To be continued...

This was long enough. It feels good to sort of say this out loud. To this day I've never told anyone this story. I'll tell the rest later. I know I'll hear from him again, soon.