Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
His eyes search mine. “Kiss me,” he breathes.
I can’t help it. I know I’m not supposed to do this. Hell, he isn’t even allowed to touch me, but those are rules that I have no chance of obeying when I’m on top of him.
“Cameron,” I breathe as he rocks me back and forth. Holy fuck… I’m going to come.
His lips take mine, aggressively, passionately.
Perfectly.
His eyes are closed, his cock is hard, and this is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. We lose control and our kiss turns desperate as he grinds me harder and harder and hell... I can’t hold it. I shudder as an orgasm rips through me. Satisfaction flashes across his face, but it’s short lived as he pulls me down with pressure and I feel the telling jerk of his cock. His breath catches as his orgasm steals his ability to speak. We kiss and we pant until, finally, I can’t ignore where we are any longer. As my orgasm fog lifts, I look up to see I am in a club… and he is just another client. As if having the same epiphany as me, he pushes me off his lap and stands abruptly. His haunted eyes hold mine for an extended moment and then he strides toward the door. Oh God.
I hold my hand up to Matt, asking him to give me five minutes before I take off after Cameron. I catch him as he reaches his car in the parking lot, his back to me.
“Cameron.”
He turns. “Go back inside,” he growls.
“Cameron…”
“Get away from me, Ashley, before I fucking lose my shit with you.”
“Don’t be angry with me,” I plead.
“Don’t be angry with you!” he yells, outraged. “I have thought of nothing else but you all week, and then I find you here practically naked for other men after lying to me about where you’re supposed to be!”
“If you have thought of nothing else but me for the week, why are you here, Cameron?” I cry. “Are you here to have sex with somebody else while you think of me? Is that it? Is that how your fucked up, high flying world works?”
He narrows his eyes in contempt.
“You don’t know what it’s like to struggle,” I cry.
“So you work in a brothel?” he yells.
My face falls in disappointment and my tears break free. I swipe them away angrily. “Don’t you dare judge me! I don’t have a castle and a two-hundred-thousand-dollar car like you. I can’t even pay my fucking phone bill this week, Cameron.”
His nostrils flare in anger and he points to his Aston Martin. “Get in the car.”
I frown. “What?” I glance back at the door across the road. “I can’t just leave, I’m in the middle of a shift.” I can’t leave. We’ve only kissed twice, and he may not even be around next week, and I will have no job.
“So help me God, if you don’t get in the fucking car…” he yells so loud that they could probably hear it in the next suburb.
“I will lose my job.”
“You will lose me if you don’t,” he yells.
“Cameron. Please…”
“Last chance.”
“Cameron,” I plead.
With one last look, he gets into his car and starts the engine. I step back as he revs the shit out of it before he tears off down the road.
I stand in the darkness, listening to his tires screeching in the distance.
“You alright, Ash?” Matt voice calls from across the road.
I nod and drop my head as I let the disappointment sink in. Matt walks across the road and stands next to me silently, staring up the road where Cameron has disappeared.
“Was that your boyfriend?” he asks quietly.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Then why was he losing his shit?”
“It’s… complicated.”
“Want to go back inside?”
I blow out a deep breath. “Yeah, I guess.” I frown. “Matt, have you ever had the feeling that you may have just made the biggest mistake of your life?”
He smiles sarcastically. “Every hour, on the hour.”
Timing can make you or break you, and tonight I learned just how true that statement is.
It’s 4am when I slowly pull into my driveway. That was the longest shift in history. I had to stop myself from walking out at least ten times. Why did he have to come tonight, and why couldn’t he have handled it better?
Fuck. I’m so full of regrets right now, I can hardly see straight.
I hate that I need this crappy job, and my mind is weighing heavily on Cameron Stanton. I know I did the right thing by not leaving with him, but it doesn’t make me feel any better about it. The cold, hard truth is… he was there. He was there when he said he had been thinking about me all week, and after we made out yesterday. I know that, even if we did have any chance of working out, a long-term future with him is not on the cards. My first instinct was right. Once a player, always a player. He never lost his fucking phone in Vegas all those years ago and he probably slept with someone he picked up in the casino the very next night. Who was I kidding? I frown as I see the lights in our house are all on. What’s happening? Why is everything lit up? I quickly climb out of the car and head to the front door, but it opens before I put my key in. It’s Jenna. She’s been crying.