That, at least, got him to stop smiling. His eyebrow twitched, and she saw a tick in his jaw. She couldn’t even feel satisfaction. She wasn’t sure exactly what she was feeling right then, but anger was definitely at the forefront.
“Adrien, I fucking trusted you!” she yelled at him, feeling her heart shatter all over again.
He frowned, then, his lip curled. “Well then, if you had just agreed when I asked if you could spend the night with me, instead of telling me no, we wouldn’t be having this conversation! Why do you keep telling me no? Even when I picked you up today, you said no to staying with me tonight!”
“Is that really what you’re bothered about?” she asked, her voice high with incredulity. “We were rebuilding our relationship and trust, Adrien! I would have stayed, but I had a reason not to stay today! Any other day would have been fine, but I couldn’t do it today!”
“And why not!” he shouted back at her, also losing his cool. “Why not today! You already said you forgave me for what happened!”
Camila felt her face burn at that, but it was true, she had forgiven him. But how could she just come out and say she wouldn’t sleep with him tonight, or the next few nights, because she was on her period? It was too fucking embarrassing to be put into words! Besides, that was not the fucking point. He’d spiked her drink!
“What is going on in here?”
That low, stern voice had them both going still and quiet. Camila, in particular, hadn't heard it in a while, and turned to look at the doorway, where Sam stood, dressed in a suit with his arms folded across his chest, frowning at the two of them.