I don’t know what’s more annoying: the fact that Cameron gets to me or the fact that he knows that he gets to me and plays on it.
We are sitting in the cafeteria while I watch every damn slutty nurse in this god-forsaken hospital make fuck me eyes at him.
One of them is going down real soon and he’s going to end up in the ER.
There isn’t a doubt in my mind.
He sits with his legs crossed in a fancy suit with everyone hanging off his every word, being all witty and charismatic. I sit on the other side of the table drinking my coffee while I imagine nailing his head to the table. Either that or having sex with someone else on his desk, just to piss him off.
He probably wouldn’t even care, to be honest, but it’s nice to imagine I could get to him as much as he gets to me.
I’m supposed to be working tonight, and although I have no desire to go—and now that my rent is paid, I technically don’t need to—I’m going anyway.
I will leave on my terms and when I’m good and ready. I already called this week and begged for my job back, so I’m not turning around and leaving in the same week. It’s bloody embarrassing.
I’ll give it another four or five shifts and then I’ll scratch it.
However, if they try to make me wear that stupid lap dancing uniform again, I’m walking straight out on the spot.
Screw that, bar work only. A text beeps through and I open my phone to read it. Speak of the devil. It’s Eliza.
Hi, Ashley,
I keep forgetting to message you.
I’m taking all of the girls out for dinner on Sunday night for a staff meeting and as a bit of a thank you.
I would love for you to join us.
See you tonight with the details.
Eliza x
I click out of the message and look up to see a nurse leaning over Cameron’s chair talking to him and being all seductive. He’s listening to what she is saying and being super attentive.
Stupid slut.
My blood begins to boil and I smirk. Imagine if Cameron knew I was mixing socially with the Exotic girls. He would flip his frigging lid.
I should go just to piss him off.
I glance back up and the brunette nurse laughs out loud. “Oh you are so funny Dr. Stanton. You kill me.” She laughs.
I look at them, deadpan. He’s a complete fucking twat. I go back to my phone and I reply.
I would love to come, Eliza.
See you tonight.
Ashley.
I smirk. That will teach him to try and piss me off… because that is what he’s trying to do. It’s blatantly obvious.
Well, it’s not working, asshole. I can piss you off more…
Just watch me.
I pull into the Club Exotic parking lot at 9.45pm and sit in the car in the dark. God, I don’t feel like this shit tonight. I pull down the sun visor and stare at my reflection in the mirror for a moment. I run my fingers under my eyes to neaten up my mascara and I take out my phone and check my messages. There’s nothing important.
I reapply my lip gloss and sit for a moment. I wonder what Cam’s doing now? I get a vision of him cooking someone dinner like he used to do for me.
And laughing.
He has the most beautiful, intoxicating laugh in the world. So wild and carefree. He has this almost childlike happiness… or at least he did when we were together. He still has it with everyone else, just not me anymore. It’s depressing.
I blow out a sad breath. This time two weeks ago I was resigning because I thought we had a future and we were about to go away with his family to San Fran for the gala ball.
Now I’m just the mother of his son.
The one he wants to control.
The more time that ticks by, the more I face the reality of what it is I’m really sad about it. I miss him.
I would have loved for him to have fought for me, but I knew he wouldn’t. I knew everything would change once he found about Owen. Much to my disappointment, I was right. He’s a great dad, though, and I guess I should be grateful for that. It’s been raining on and off all day and the roads are wet and crisp. I climb out of my car and