I roll my eyes internally. Not now. Not after eleven hours of debating with Cam.
Where is he, anyways? Is he taking a dump?
“So why are you here dressed like you just came from an office job? Hot date?”
I giggle. “Well, the outfit was for a project I had today?—”
“On a fucking Saturday?” He frowns.
“Unfortunately. I’m here celebrating the grade I got with my classmate.”
“So, not a date?” He smirks.
“No, not a date.” I hesitate. “But the bartender already called dibs on me tonight, sorry.”
He snaps his fingers. “Shit. Should’ve gotten here earlier.”
The bartender’s snort sounds in the background and I bite the inside of my cheek to hide my smile.
“Hey Kamila, everything okay?” Cameron’s deep voice makes me jump.
“Um, yeah. Everything’s fine.” I meet his hardened gaze. “You were gone for a while.”
“There was a line,” he responds matter of factly and moves his attention to Nick.
“In themen’sbathroom?”
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” Cameron quickly switches subjects.
What is happening?
“Sure.” I shake my head, confused. “Cameron, this is Nick, you’ve probably seen him in the DJ booth at King’s Wolf. Nick, this is Cameron.”
Nick sticks his hand out. “Nice to meet you, dude.”
Cameron takes it. “Same here,dude.” The last word comes out mockingly.
They continue shaking hands and stare at each other with smug smiles. Either they need a room, or they’re going all alphahole on me right now.
Before I speak up, Cam lets go of Nick’s hand. “Well, Kamila and I were just leaving.” He drops four twenties on the counter, which is way too much for what we ordered, and grabs my hand.What the hell has come over him?“Ready to go?”
It doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice when he’s rushing to put my coat on himself. I angrily grab my tote bag. “It was nice seeing you, Nick.” I wave to the bartender and it occurs to me that she wasn’t wearing a name tag. “Wait, what’s your name?”
She laughs as Cameron pushes me out the door before she can answer.
I turn around to face him. “What was that?”
He keeps walking towards the car. “What was what?”
I sneer. “That pissing contest you were having with Nick.”
He shrugs.
We reach the car and he starts making his way towards the driver’s side.
“Need I remind you that you’re not my fucking boyfriend. You cannot claim me like that, you have no right?—”
Cameron moves quickly, and in a couple of strides, he’s in front of me, pushing my body flesh against the passenger door. He grabs my neck lightly like he does in bed and moves his face an inch away from mine. His free hand slides up my hip, causing my breath to hitch, that is before he moves it lower towards somewhere far too inappropriate for this public of a place. Instead of moving closer to the sensitive spot, he reaches into my pocket and grabs the napkin where the bartender’s number is.
