up, spewing, “I’m the man that’s going to take her home, that’s who.”
He grinned before looking over at her. “Camila, let’s go. Now!” Wanting nothing more than to prove me wrong.
There wasn’t a chance in hell I would let her leave with him, but thankfully she stepped back like I hoped, almost losing her footing in the process. I didn’t hesitate, snatching her up before she fell to the ground.
Was she shit-faced?
Instantaneously, I felt this jolt of a spark between us, and all I did was grab ahold of her by her waist. Tugging her into my body, she gasped as her hands collided with my chest.
Her breathing hitched.
Her lips parted.
Our mouths were suddenly inches apart as her dilated eyes locked with mine, feeling it too.
She breathed out, “You felt that, right?” Narrowing her eyes at me.
The strong scent of whiskey, and her assaulted my senses.
“You’re drunk.”
“Yeah, but I still felt that. Did yo—”
“Camila, I said let’s go! Now!”
In one second flat, she was pulled away from me and I immediately felt the loss of her touch, her scent, her everything…
“No!” she panicked, tearing me away from whatever the hell had just happened between us. “I don’t want to go with you! Let me go!”
I didn’t hesitate, stepping out in front of her. Crudely shoving him off as hard as I could. I placed her behind my back, shielding her with my body.
“Touch her again, and I’ll make sure you can never fuck again!”
His eyes went exactly where I wanted them to. The gun that was still at my side, fully aware of what I was implying.
He was about to get in my face when someone shouted, “Sean! You ain’t wanted here! Leave before I call the cops!”
I didn’t take my eyes off the son of a bitch in front of me, not for one second. I knew better.
He snidely smiled at me and then to the man I sensed coming up behind me. That was the key to altercations similar to these. No matter what, always be aware of all your surroundings.
“Danté, even you know you can’t keep her from me.”
“Sean, just go,” Camila slightly slurred, pitifully trying to remain upright.
Without thinking, my arm wrapped around her waist and she shuddered in my protective embrace. That goddamn spark making itself known again.
“I’m gonna make you pay for this, Camila. Remember, I know where ya live, I know how to get in, I know everythin’ ‘bout you. They can’t protect you all the time.” Sean shook his head, backing away. “This ain’t over. She’s my queen. I fuckin’ own her. Watch your back, motherfucker! Cuz I’ll come for you next if you keep her from me!” With that he turned and left.
“Camila,” Danté chastised. “Why did you date him again?”
Until I saw that Sean was truly gone, I didn’t look away or at either of them.
Needing to make sure she was no longer in danger.
“Aiden…” Camila mumbled, bringing my intense stare over to her. “I mean… Dr. Pierce… can you… make… the room… stop… spinn—”
I caught her in my arms.
Because my nanny, just blacked the fuck out.
CHAPTER FIVE
<>Aiden<>
“Woo-eee, Doctor Daddy to the rescue,” Danté chuckled, as I strapped an unconscious Camila into the passenger seat of my car. “You know where she lives, Prince Charmin’?”
I shut the door and leaned against it, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m too old for this shit.”
“Honey, you like a fine wine. You only gettin’ better with age.”
“She could be my daughter.”
“If you had her at like what? Seventeen, eighteen? How old are you?”
“Old enough to know better.”
“Camila ain’t normally like this. The last time she was this drunk was probably her twenty-first birthday.”
“And how long ago was that?”
“Seven years. She’s old enough to know better too. My General Manager called me when he saw her dancin’ wit’ Sean. Ain’t nobody like Sean. She’s too good for him, always has been. That son of a bitch is a hustla, runs the area, wheelin’ and dealin’ whateva he can get his hands on. He preys on the weak and has had his eyes set on Camila since we were kids. For some reason her stupid ass saw good in him, and after realizin’ she fucked up, he won’t let her go.”
“So what you’re saying is she has the worst taste in men?”
“I don’t know.” He crossed his arms over his chest, bobbing his head. “You tell me?”
I growled, pushing off the door, rounding the hood of my car. “It’s not like that between us.”