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“Well, I’ve been busy with work and proving myself to the firm.” She shrugs, trying to look nonchalant, like what we shared didn’t mean shit to her.
“Right.” I nod.
“Are you going to answer my question?” she demands, hands crossing just under her tits, pushing them up, displaying the cleavage a bit more than she was already sporting.
“Bought the house years ago. Fixed it up,” I answer and shrug. Making it out to not be a big deal when I know, for a fact, it’s a big deal. This house, I’d bought it for her all those years ago.
“Uh, huh,” she mumbles and looks around.
I don’t miss the appreciative look she gets when she takes everything in. If only she knew the truth about this place. If it weren’t for the fact I couldn’t bring myself to sell it, I’d have done it a long time ago. Instead, every time I thought about it, I couldn’t. Memories would pop in my head of us, and I’d hold on to them.
I’m an idiot when it comes to her, and I damn well know it.
“So, you brought me here for what?” she asks, returning her gaze to me.
“Because, Camilla, we’re gonna get some things straight between us,” I tell her and push away from the counter, moving toward her.
“There’s nothing to get straight,” she says, stepping backward.
“We most definitely have shit to get straight, Cams. For instance, you deciding we were done without talking to me. And for me having to find you making out with some frat boy when I came to see you.” I watch her closely, stalking her until she hits the wall behind her, seeing the way her eyes widen in horror. Caging her in, I brace one hand on the wall by her head, and the other I use to grip her waist. “Like I said, baby, we’ve got things to get straight, and we’re doing that now.”
CHAPTER FIVE
CAMILLA
“Excuse me?” I blink and blink again while staring at Lynch. “How do you know about that?”
“Least you ain’t denying it,” he grunts and takes a step back, looking disgruntled.
His attitude and remark piss me off. He has no reason to be pissed with me. I’m not the one who cheated. I ended what we had before going to that party. I ended it before getting plastered and making out with a frat boy. Granted, afterward, I hated myself for doing it. I’d been disgusted over the fact I lowered myself to the point I’d get so drunk and do something so idiotic. I knew better, and yet I still did it.
But I’d been hurt because of what he did to me.
I take a step into his space, press both my hands into his chest, and shove with all my might. He went back all of one step and gripped my wrists to keep me from doing it again.
“How dare you?” I finally snap, glaring at him.
“How dare I what?” he demands, ignoring my glare, his eyes burning with an anger of their own. “You ignored my calls for two weeks straight. Didn’t call me back once. I left messages. The one time you reached out to me, it was a damn text message saying we’re done, and you didn’t want to see me. I drive my ass to your school, ready to talk to you. Your roommate told me you were at some party, told me where it was, and I find you there making out with some frat boy. I got your message loud and clear, Cams. I’d been too pissed to talk to you after seeing that, and if I’d stuck around, I’d have killed the fucker.”
“You know why I ended things with you?” I shout. I yank my hands from his grip and stomp away from him, raking my hands through my hair while I try to block out the memory of seeing those images.
“No, I don’t fuckin’ know why,” he growls, coming at me.
I spin toward him, plant my hands on my hips, and lean in slightly. “Don’t lie to me now. I know the truth. I know you were cheating on me. I know you didn’t really want me. All you wanted was access to my trust fund.”
Lynch’s eyes darken, and the air around him . . . the air in the room in general . . . thickens and it becomes harder to breathe.
“Come again?” His voice is hardening.
“You heard me, Lynch,” I snap, my breathing becoming heavier, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “I don’t need to repeat myself.”
“Oh, I definitely heard you,” he snarls, eyes going steely, and the vibe surrounding him darkens further. He takes a step toward me, lips thinning disapprovingly when I take another back.
Without the wall behind me, I want as much space between us as possible. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t hurt me. It isn’t the type of man he was or at least it wasn’t the type of man he used to be.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Camilla, so get that look off your face. I may want to spank your ass right now, but I’m not about to touch you. Not after that shit you just said. You think for one second, I wanted you for your damn trust fund? Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”
“I saw the pictures of you. I have proof of you cheating on me,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I saw the pictures of you and another woman together.”
