Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
I watch as he climbs up the bed like he’s stalking his prey. When he gets to my legs, he lifts my bent one and wraps it around his waist. Pulling the blunt from his lips, he leans over me and hovers his mouth over mine.
I open for him to share the shotgun, and he breathes the smoke into my mouth. I moan when he slips his hand under my shirt and palms my breast, flicking my nipple with his thumb. Cam takes my lips and kisses me passionately, but something feels different about this kiss.
“I’ve wanted to tell you something for a long time,” he starts, but my phone rings.
I groan and roll my eyes. People have the worst timing. Sometimes I feel like someone is watching and letting everyone know when Cam is here, so my phone will start to ring and interrupt.
Knowing most times it’s Dez calling to annoy me, I don’t want to reach for my phone. However, I do and I bare my teeth as I see his name on the screen.
Cam huffs and flops onto his back beside me. The moment between us completely shattered. I glance at him as he pulls from the blunt he placed back in his mouth. Good thing there’s another one.
I don’t miss the frustrated and pensive look on his face. Suddenly, he stands and leaves the room. A deep, bereft feeling settles in the pit of my stomach. Shaking my thoughts off, I answer the call.
“Hello.”
“What are you doing?” Dez snaps into the phone.
I jerk my head back and look down at the device. He has some nerve calling me with an attitude as if I’m the one interrupting him. I don’t know why he’s been calling at random times lately in the first place.
“I’m getting some studying done,” I say as I roll my eyes.
He gives a weird laugh. Almost a scoff of disbelief. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Nothing, Maribel. Nothing. You don’t know me well enough to know my limits and expectations.” He sighs like a lunatic.
Then he continues. “This is why I’ll be lenient. I’m sending you a list of honeymoon locations. Pick one. I want an answer within the next twenty minutes. Not a minute more.”
With that, he hangs up. I stare at my phone. I’m not even going to try to figure out what his problem is.
My phone chimes with an email, and I see it’s from Dez. I open the email and find a bunch of links to honeymoon destinations. I’m not about to sit here and waste my time going through them. I want to go on a honeymoon with him as much as I want to marry him.
I count through the top of the list. “One, two, three, four, you’re it.”
Copying the link for the fifth one, I send it back to Dez in a replying email. There, less than twenty minutes. Wanting to forget about Dez and needing to get high, I get up and go looking for Cam.
Hopefully he can fuck my frustration away. I already have a slight high, so I’m struggling to pinpoint what it was about that call that was off to me. A smile comes to my lips as I hear the music playing at the front of the apartment.
However, when I find Cam sitting on the couch with a scowl on his face, I come to a dead stop. I forget all about my nagging thoughts and Dez. I stop in front of Cam and step between his legs as he sits slumped down on the couch.
He sits up slightly and leans in to press his face into my belly. My stomach fills with warmth from the feel of his cheek pressed against me.
I run my hand through his blond locks and close my eyes. For a moment, I allow myself to absorb his presence and the feel of him in my arms. I love you, Cam, I think the thoughts I can never say.
Cameron
I almost told Mina about Cal. Hearing her say she knows there’s something I haven’t told her and that she’s okay with that made me want to spill my guts. Amina is everything I’ve always wanted.
I need to figure things out and find a way we can be together. I don’t want to let her go. She shouldn’t have to marry some old mobster because her father wants her to.
She’s mine. I love her. I think I always have.
This shit is killing me, and I haven’t had to let her go yet. I hate when that asshole calls. I can always tell it’s him.
It’s in her body language and how the mood shifts. I’ve never loathed anyone more in my life. He’s trying to take my world from me, and I hate it.