I’m not sure who is more excited about this tour ending and moving to New York for a while. I’ve seen her looking up a few places online when we have some downtime.
Cami is a little different tonight, kinda twitchy and short-tempered.
“Miss Fox, what’s wrong?” I ask her.
“I really wish you would stop fucking calling me that,” she says as she bites the head off a gummy worm,violently.The few things I have learned about Cami since working for her are that she has a sugar addiction, she collects weird shit, and she’s not a morning person. I thought she was going to bite me this morning when I had to wake her up to come to set.
“What’s wrong?”
“Garth planned another after show meet and greet.”
“What do you mean? You’ve already done your meet and greet.”
“I guess he double-booked me.”
“Tell him to go fuck himself.”
“They already paid,” she says.
“Who did they pay? Him? He’s using you, tell him no.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“He’s the reason I’m where I am today. I owe him everything.”
“Jesus, you don’t see it, do you?”
“See what?” That you’re his fucking meal ticket and that he’s fucking using you and that he would be nowhere without you. That you’re talented and caring and he is manipulating you. I bite my tongue and shrug.
“If you want me to talk to him, I will.”
“It’s fine, Smith. I don’t want to beannoying,” she draws out the word annoying and I tilt my head and take a step back and wait as she gets ready.
I Facetime Kelsey during the concert and she has a huge, beaming smile on her face as she watches. We spoke last night, and she promised me she didn’t meet with her ex-girlfriend, Meera, and that she is taking her suppressants as directed. I’ve never hated someone as much as I hate her ex-Alpha. She shattered my sister and didn’t give a fuck about how many pieces she left her in. I don’t even know what I would do if I saw Meera in person again. I try not to think about it. Kelsey is doing better and that’s all that truly matters. Having an Omega is precious, and Meera treated her like she was nothing.
It’s part of my resistance to ever having an Omega of my own. That responsibility is heavy, and I can’t ever see myself with a pack. Sharing in other ways, yeah, I’ve done that before. But sharing my heart and my time with that special person, I guess I’m just not emotionally mature enough.I’m selfish. At least that’s what I’ve been told. If I had a partner, I would want all of their heart and all of their time.Something that no Omega wants.
Cami performs flawlessly as usual and is a sweaty and panting mess by the time she comes off stage. She looks like she is going to collapse. Her strawberry shortcake scent is stronger than I’ve ever smelled it before. I try not to enjoy it too much, but fuck, it’s a nice scent.
“Fuck, I’m too hot,” she pants as she fans herself.
“Deja, baby, time for the meet and greet,” Garth says as he walks over to where Cami is nearly dry heaving.
“She can’t do the meet and greet,” I tell him.
“Like hell she can’t. They’ve already paid.”
“She’s about to fucking throw up and pass out. She isn’t doing the fucking meet and greet. Go tell them she isn’t feeling well and that you will send them signed merchandise for the inconvenience.”
“Deja, this is bullshit. You really can’t rally and meet them?”
Cami throws up in the nearby trash can and proceeds to dry heave.
“I think you have your answer,” I tell him sharply.
“Great, now I’ve got to be the bad guy,” he says before he walks away. I want to smack some sense into that tool.
