Chapter Thirty
KAMILA
“Kamila, I need to see the second design again.”
Stumbling out of my haze, I apologize to Tara and hand her the design.
I’ve been zoning out more than usual the past couple of weeks, and it needs to stop. It’s been like this ever since the day after Halloween. Not only am I exhausted with my job, internship, and classes, but now I need to muster up the strength to not think about the situation with Cameron.
Tara observes the paper. “I like the first one better.”
“Agreed.”
She gives me a thumbs-up and goes back to work. “Post them on our website and social media pages, and then you’re all set for the day.”
“Will do, boss. See you next week.”
I head back to the bar, also known as my office twice a week, where Abe is pouring a beer and placing the cold glass onto the waitress’s tray. There’s only a dozen or so people in the dining area. King’s Wolf is quiet around this time of day due to the lunch rush dying down.
I’m taking my time uploading everything when Abe speaks to me.
“Can I get you somethin’ to drink, Kami?”
Abe is in his late forties, completely bald, with huge arms covered in tattoos, a thick Southern accent, and a killer mustache. He’s been a great distraction from the outside world and a delightful co-worker.
Sighing, I shake my head. “No thanks, Abe. I’m leaving in a couple of minutes.”
“Let me know if you change your mind.” He attends to other customers while I finish up my work. I’m waiting for the final picture to upload on the site when my phone vibrates on the counter.
CK:I hate to interrupt whatever it is you’re focused on, but I’ve been feeling quite ignored the past two and a half weeks. Thought I’d drop by instead of waiting for you to be free.
My heart rate quickens. A mix of anxiety and excitement courses through me when I see the man leaning against the wall by the front door with his legs crossed.
Why does he always have to look so damn sexy?
It’s been two and a half weeks since my friends found out about Cameron and I. Even after Jake’s words they gave me some unsolicited advice, still they never crossed the line I set. Their words didn’t stop the overwhelming guilt about being with my sister’s ex like I’d hoped they would. That’s why I decided to put some more distance between Cameron and me. We’ve only seen each other a handful of times since then, and I’ve managed to keep our conversations to a minimum while also scheduling our sex sessions between classes and work. This is how it was supposed to be in the first place: sex with no strings attached.
For the past three days, I’ve been a little MIA because I needed to focus on my assignments and internship. But that’s difficult and practically impossible when I’m forced to see Cameron twice a week for class. Half of the time, he’s either touching me somewhere or flirting with me while we do our classwork.Not that I don’t like it.In fact, I miss fooling around inpublic. But ever since the gang found out about us, it made everything too real. It’s as if when they didn’t know about us, there wasn’t a need for me to overthink and second-guess absolutely every single tiny thing. Maybe during Thanksgiving break next week, I’ll finally be able to relax.
Then there’s the other thing I’ve been attempting to ignore. What’s going to happen after this semester ends? Are we going to break things off? Is there an unspoken agreement I don’t know about? Will he and I cease all contact with one another?
The trust issues between us still remain, and everyone knows that in order to build any kind of relationship, including a friendship, trust is key. As well as good communication and Lord knows we have all kinds of issues in that department.
The only solution I can come up with is to slowly see less of each other until we cut all ties. No one gets hurt and the drama is kept to a minimum. Yet I can’t help the seed of doubt that’s growing day by day in the back of my head as if trying to warn me that there’s trouble ahead no matter which path I choose.
Cameron makes his way over to me and takes his jacket off, exposing his tattooed arms and making all those negative thoughts disappear, even if it’s only for a short amount of time.
“You couldn’t wait till tomorrow morning to see me?” I close my laptop.
“Well, I could, but…” He leans forward and puts his mouth by my ear. “Then I wouldn’t be able to fuck you until you come at least twice on my mouth and once around my cock.”
He chuckles at the goosebumps that spread across my arms.
Distance Kamila,a quiet voice echoes.
I gently push him away. “In case you need a reminder, this is my place of work, and I’m not looking to get fired any time soon.”
He winks at me but takes a step back, respecting my request. His eyes roam up and down my body with a devilish grin, and a small scoff escapes me.
