“Well, I can make it quick. Let me just slip in—”
I stepped to the side, blocking her from getting into my apartment.
“Why didn’t you call first?” I asked.
“When have I ever had to call?” she asked.
“When we were dating you didn’t have to. We’re not dating anymore, so you do.”
“I confirmed with you last night that I was coming over to get my things.”
“No, you didn’t. Maybe you talked with your boss instead. You sure as hell didn’t talk with me.”
“You knew I was coming. Look, I’ll pull up the texts.”
I watched her sift through her phone as my eyes slowly eased over my shoulder.
“Okay. Fine. It was two days ago, not last night, but still, I’m here, and I want my things,” Camilla said.
“You can come back later,” I said.
She narrowed her eyes at me before she tried to push through, but I wasn’t letting her in. This situation was quickly going south, and I had to figure out a way to do damage control.
“What are you hiding?” she asked.
“Everything, since I’m no longer in a position where I feel the need to share it with you,” I said.
“You’re hiding something you don’t want me to know.”
“Of course I am. You’re my ex, Camilla. That’s how it works.”
“Why did you want me to call first? Why aren’t you letting me in?”
“It’s none of your damn business, especially since you cheated on me with your boss.”
“Are we still on that? Really?”
“We’ll always be on it, Camilla.”
“It’s time for you to move on, Logan. I’m happy. You should be happy, too. Isn’t that the reason you broke things off with me anyway?” she asked.
“I broke things off with you because you were apparently under the assumption that I’d be okay with you screwing around with your boss for a pay raise. But that isn’t really why you started messing around with him, is it?” I asked.
“The hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You were seeing him weeks before I got suspicious, weren’t you?”
“Move. I want my things now.”
“Not until you answer my question,” I said.
“I want my fucking things now, Logan. Get out of my way!”
Camilla shoved her way past me, and I reached out to grab her arm. Fuck. I didn’t know what the hell was about to happen, but I knew it wasn’t good. She spun around and brought her hand down on my wrist, then pressed down so hard it took me by surprise. My grip on her loosened, and she slid from my grasp and started into my condominium.
“Do you still have my favorite coffee mug? Or did you throw that—”
Dead silence fell over my place as I slowly made my way into the kitchen, dreading what was about to happen. Camilla’s eyes were wide in surprise. I stood in the doorway and saw Ava standing there, her jaw open and her body clad in nothing but her panties and my clothes.
“What the fuck is this?” Camilla asked.
“Not what it looks like,” Ava said.
“What the fuck is this!?” Camilla roared.
She lunged at Ava and fisted my shirt, trying to tug it off her body.
“Camilla, cut it out,” I said.
“Camilla, stop!” Ava exclaimed.
“Why the hell are you wearing his shirt, Ava?”
“I swear to you, this isn’t what it looks like. This didn’t start the way you think it did,” Ava said.
“Really? Is that so? Because it looks like you started fucking my ex after I trashed him! Holy shit, Ava, you’re not a virgin anymore.”
“What?” Ava asked.
“Oh. My. Fucking. Hell. You lost your virginity to my ex, Ava. Damn it! How pathetic are you?” Camilla screamed.
“I heard you, Cam.” Ava’s voice was so soft, it stopped Camilla in her tracks. “I heard you say that Logan was the one who broke it off with you at the door. Why did you lie to me about that? Did you really think I would judge you or something?” Ava asked.
“Seriously? You’re talking to me about lying when you’re the one standing in my ex-boyfriend’s damn shirt, Ava?”
“Let’s sit down and talk, okay? I’ve got coffee on and I’m going to make some eggs—”
“I don’t want your fuck food, Ava!”
“Camilla, tone it down or you’re gone,” I said.
“Don’t worry, I was gone a long time ago. And you’re right. I was fucking my boss weeks before I came clean to you. He can provide me with the kind of life you never could. And, Ava? You can have my sloppy seconds. I hope you enjoy being controlled and manipulated and commanded by a man who can’t even pay for a damn shopping trip,” Camilla hissed.
“Cam, wait!”
My ex stormed by me with Ava on her heels. I whipped around, unable to process what was happening, much less figure out what the hell I was supposed to be doing. Camilla stormed out of my condo without any of her things and slammed the door behind her, right in Ava’s face.