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)
“And this week you want nothing but to control me. I’m not your puppet, Cameron.”
His eyes hold mine, yet he gives nothing away. Why is he being so calm? It’s freaking me out.
Why can’t he just tell me that he wants us to work on things? Promise that we can try again?
Why is he treating me like nothing but his child’s mother? A fucking incubator.
I thought we had something. How could I have been so wrong?
Sadness fills me, and I close my eyes as I work up the courage to walk past him and disappear into the club.
Just give me a sign. Just give me a sign that there is even a flicker of a chance that there will be hope for us, and I promise you, I won’t go in.
My eyes search his. Cameron… please…
“Is that it?” I whisper. “Is that all you have to say?”
His eyes continue to hold mine. “I’ve asked you not to work here and I told you why.”
“Because of Owen…” I say in a strained voice, pushing through the lump in my throat. Don’t let him see that he’s getting to you.
“Yes,” he replies coldly. “Don’t mistake my softness for weakness, Ashley. It will be your undoing.”
I screw up my face as my anger takes control. “What the hell does that mean, Cameron?” I shake my head. “Are you threatening me? Is that what this is?”
“Yes.” He leans back, puts his hands in his pants pockets, and crosses his legs at the ankle in front of him.
“Threatening me with what?”
He shrugs.
I’ve had enough of this shit. “Go home, Cameron.” I shake my head in disgust. “Why don’t you go and bang one of your slutty nurses and tell her what to do? Unlike me, I’m sure she will love it.”
His jaw clenches in anger and his eyes flicker with anger.
That’s it. I’m done. I walk past him and through the doors of the club with my heart beating hard in my chest. I head straight down to the back room. I’m grabbed from behind on my way through the crowd, and I turn to slap the hand from my behind.
I look up to see him. It’s the same stupid asshole that’s been hitting on me for weeks. “Go away.” I growl.
“No.” He smiles as if I just challenged him.
I shake my head and Eliza comes over immediately. “Is there a problem here?” she asks me.
“He won’t stop groping me. I’m going to leave because of it,” I snap.
Give me a reason to walk out right now. I fucking dare you.
Eliza glares at him. “Do not approach Vivienne again or you will have your membership terminated, Judy.”
He curls up his top lip in disgust. “You wouldn’t terminate my membership. I have too much pull here.”
Eliza smiles. “Oh, yes I would. Just watch me.”
He looks between the two of us before he finally replies, “She’s not worth it.” He sneers. He looks me up and down and then disappears through the crowd.
“Are you okay, dear?” she asks as she runs her hand up my upper arm.
I shake my head, because in all honesty I’m not. “That guy freaks me out. He won’t leave me alone. He’s been hassling me every shift.”
She watches him as he walks through the crowd. “Ignore Judy. He’s on my list and I’m watching him. He’s harassing another girl as well. I’m sorry the bouncers haven’t done their job protecting you.”
I frown after him.
“Let me know if he bothers you again, okay?”
I nod and smile. “Thank you.”
I blow out a breath and head out the back. Time to get to work on my terms.
The alarm rings out. It only seems to wake me five minutes after I crawled into bed this morning. Owen is sound asleep beside me. I didn’t get home until 4am. It’s now 6.15am and already time to get up.
I’m delirious.
I crawl out of bed and open my blinds. I’m so tired and I feel like shit.
Just have a shower and go to work and then you have the whole weekend to sleep, I remind myself.
Thank God it’s the weekend. I really need some me time.
It’s been a long, hard week.
I trudge to the bathroom and shower to get myself ready for my day. I can’t do this for much longer. I am going to resign. This is bullshit, putting myself through Hell to prove a point.
I hate that he wins.
I’m sitting at the kitchen table eating my breakfast when Owie comes down for his morning cuddle in my lap.
“Good morning, baby.” I smile as he climbs up.
“Morning, Momma.” He smiles as he wraps his little arms around me.
“You have preschool today.” I smile. He’s not really liking it, but we are trying our hardest to get him excited about going.
“I might stay with Jenna today,” he announces.
My eyes rise up to Jenna across the table and she smirks while holding her coffee cup.