“Ginger?” I ruffled the boy’s head as he passed right by me. “Way to go, kid. Older women are hot in the sheets.” Cammie was a couple of years older and that alone stirred my cock in my pants.
He winked at me.
I rolled my eyes at Owl. “Did the fucker just wink at me?”
The doctor dipped his nose in his steamy cup. “I think he did.”
A chuckle escaped me. I’d go after Ginger, but I didn’t want to make him look bad in front of his bitch.
He said something in her ear, and she glanced over at me, flashing a smile. In a second, she was next to me, tits pressed against my shoulder and her hand resting on my thigh. I was about to tell her to move along, when Cammie came down the stairs.
Shit.
“This will be fun,” Owl said.
I pushed the chair back, my hand reaching to push the girl aside. But something told me to wait and see what Cammie would do first.
To see jealousy in my woman’s eyes instead of the blankness. To watch her in a catfight. To know there was still emotions down there. Any kind. It really could be fun and…heartwarming.
Cameron glanced at the couple fucking against the wall and rolled her eyes back on me and Owl. “Huh? The party started early today.” With a fucking smile on her face, she went over to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup. Then she headed to the fridge, got ice-cream out of the freezer, grabbed a spoon and put a little scoop in the coffee.
“I’ll suck you until you blow your load down my throat, and then I’ll suck you some more,” the girl in the bikini said, low enough to be sexy, loud enough for Cameron to hear.
My own fucking ol’lady kept mixing ice-cream with coffee, blind and deaf. A whore was offering to suck her ol’man’s cock right under her nose, and she was being a fucking cold bitch.
Cameron suppressed a yawn before her boots echoed outside of the kitchen. “I have to be at the Little Wicked all day today, but you know how to reach me.”
The room shrank in silence. It was as if everybody was holding their breaths, waiting for big action, and the show was cancelled last minute.
Cameron didn’t push between me and the bitch. She didn’t grab her, pull her hair, throw her backwards or break any of her bones. Not even a threat or afuck you.
“That’s it?” Owl was the first to speak.
I jutted upward and smashed my cup against the wall. The hot liquid splattered all over, generating a few yelps from the rest of the bitches. “Yeah, that’s it. What the fuck did you expect?”
I twisted, grabbed the bikini bitch’s shaking hand and put it on my flat dick. “You’re new, but they should’ve told you Prez has nothing for you here.” The second I let her hand go, she ran away.
My stare traveled around every face in the room. “That’s how solid Claws and Dusty are. She knows it. I know it. It’s time all of you knew it, too.”
A few grunts hummed as I stalked to the stairs. They surely didn’t buy my lies, but who the fuck cared? I asked myself one question, the one that mattered, my heart a million pieces.
How long would I be lying to myself before I knew Cameron wasn’t in love with me anymore?
CHAPTER 44
Cameron
I hurt him again.
He must have thought I didn’t care about some bitch in a fucking bikini touching him and offering to suck his dick. He must have thought I’d become too cold to be even jealous.
But there were many things Dusty didn’t know.
He didn’t know I still loved him no matter how hard I tried not to. He didn’t know how much power he had over me that he was my only weakness now. He didn’t know that since I’d felt him inside me again, the brick wall was, despite my efforts, dissolving, one brick after another. He wasn’t aware that I’d been slipping out of bed early in the morning every day to watch Skid driving Carter off to school through the window without him seeing me. And today, I knew Skid was taking him back to his mother, and I just couldn’t bring myself to come down and say goodbye.
He couldn’t tell that all the time I’d been making my coffee, I was seriously thinking about burning the brunette’s face on the fucking stove.
Why hadn’t I showed him any of this?