Shit. I drop my head and scurry into the darkness between the crowd. I watch on as he and his friends head down to the front of the club where the Escape girls are.
Oh no…
I follow him through the crowd as I pick up glasses. He and his friends stand in a group and begin to talk again, and it’s all I can do not to run up and scream get out of here before you scar me for life.
I continue to pick up my glasses in the shadows as I watch on and one of the Escape girls walks up the stairs, over to their group of men. She has long black hair and a body to die for. She’s wearing a skimpy orange dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. I frown in horror. Oh no...
“Hey,” a man yells. “That glass is still full.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I quickly put his glass back down on the table. God, this is multitasking at its absolute worst. How the hell can I concentrate on glasses when this shit is gong on? The girl walks straight over to Cameron and says something to him. He gives her a smirk as his hand drops to her behind. I watch him squeeze her cheek in his hand and then pat her ass.
My stomach rolls.
He says something else through that cheeky grin and she laughs out loud.
Fuck, he knows her. He’s been in the Escape lounge with her.
How many nights has he spent with her?
Stop it. It doesn’t fucking matter anyway.
I watch on for another thirty minutes as he and his friends talk, drink, and check out the occasional girl who walks past them.
He’s a player. His friends are players, and even though I knew this all along, it kind of sucks to have proof. He shakes everyone’s hand and heads toward the door.
Is he meeting her out the front?
Shit.
Unable to stop myself, I put my tray down on the nearest table and follow him out. Luckily, the bouncers are talking to a group of men and are distracted, leaving me to walk around the corner and into the shadows without being noticed.
I stand in the silence and watch him walk across the road alone. The lights flash on his luxury car as he unlocks it and hops in.
I stand in the silence as I watch his Aston Martin pull out of the parking lot and drive away down the deserted, dark street.
I look down at myself in shame. I’m dressed in next to nothing, wearing a wig and pink sunglasses. Reality sets in. There will never be anything between us. He lives the fast life and I live the life of a married woman… only, there is no husband.
Who was I kidding?
“Cameron,” I whisper softly into the darkness. “I wanted you to be my escape man.”
I sit with my elbows on the kitchen table as I try to focus my eyes. I’m so tired after only four hours sleep. To make matters worse, I’m in surgery all morning. Well, I’m not actually in surgery. I’m in the watch room, which is boring because you can’t actually see anything.
Owie sits on my lap as he eats his breakfast. I’m missing my little man, working all these hours. I have to keep reminding myself that this is for him and his future. Jenna is up, dressed, and acting all perky. She even has makeup on and her hair done. I frown as I watch her flit merrily around the kitchen.
“What’s wrong with you?”
She smirks. “What?”
I glance at the clock. “It’s 7am and you are up.” I frown as I try to articulate my thoughts. “And you’re ready.”
She smiles. “So?”
I frown. “It’s weird, isn’t it Owie?” I kiss the top of his little head.
He nods as he keeps eating.
She stands on her tiptoes to look through the kitchen window, out to the house next door. I rub my eyes as I try to wake up, and put Owie down on the chair. I go and stand next to her at the window and look out to see what, exactly, she is looking at.
A handsome blonde man is working on the fence.
I look at her and raise my eyebrows. “And who is he?”
“He’s our new neighbor.”
“Is he?”
We both watch him through the window.
“And what is our new neighbor’s name?” I ask.
“Elliot.”
“Elliot,” I repeat. “And where did you meet Elliot?”