Page 69 of Cameron's Contract
“Thank you for correcting me,” she snapped.
“I’m used to it.”
“Fuck you.”
“Technically male’s fuck females.”
“Are you being purposefully obtuse?” she said. “I know you’re hurting and my heart aches for you but—”
“Big word for you.”
“You arrogant ass.”
I arched a brow. “I’m merely proving you’re the lesser species.”
“Someone’s going to want sex later. That someone will not be getting any.”
“You’ll get over it.”
“I meant you.”
I took a step closer. “This is all very idiotic.”
“Not as idiotic as telling me you’re considering giving me back to a man I don’t love. Not like that anyway.”
“So you admit you still love him?”
“I’m not a piece of property to be handed around.”
“Welcome to my world.”
“Cameron, I love you. And nothing you say or do is going to change that.”
“As soon as we get back to L.A., I’m going to lock you in that cage.”
“And I’m going to thrive in it,” she snapped. “Because knowing you are going to rescue me from it will be what keeps me alive.”
I flew at her, lifting her up and flinging her on the bed, and she reached for me.
Tugging her dress up and over her, I was greeted by a smile when her face reappeared on the other side.
A fucking smile.
God, how I loved her.
I flung her dress on the floor and her bra and panties soon joined her dress.
I shrugged out of my shirt. “Did you honestly believe I’d ever give you up?”
“You considered it?”
“No, Mia. The call dropped before I could tell Richard that was ridiculous.” I pinned her arms above her head. “You doubting me has its consequences.”
“What does that mean?’
“You’ll apologize”
“I will not.”
