Page 110 of Fake for 7 days

Certainly not.

"What did you mean earlier when you said you had saved me from sailing into the harbor of marriage with Isabella?" I looked at my brother.

"Oh, that..." he waved it off now. He seemed a bit more clear-headed than before and the situation was visibly uncomfortable for him. "Forget it. It was just talk. Let's have some fun instead." Again, he patted each of the women's bottoms.

"But I don't want to forget it." Slowly I took a step towards Cameron. And another. Now we were standing so close to each other that I could almost feel his breath on my face. "So. What happened? What did you do?"

"I don't want to talk about it. Just leave me alone. Go home or get yourself a woman." My brother tried to take a step back, but since he was holding the platinum blonde and the pink-haired woman in his arms and was standing right in front of the bar, he didn't really succeed.

"Nooooo... you're not going home, are you, Sexy Boy?" One of the women licked her piercings again.

Sexy Boy.

Disgusted, I twisted my face.

"I want to talk about it, Cameron. Spit it out now." My words echoed through the entire pub's bar room. The bartender behind the counter had stopped polishing glasses and was looking over at us.

Cameron shrugged.

Now I'd had enough. The guy probably thought he could make a fool of me with his stupid insinuations. I moved forward another inch and grabbed him by the collar. Then I slowly pulled him up so that he was standing only on his tiptoes.

"I'm asking for the last time." My voice was much quieter now, but no less threatening. "What did you do?"

Cameron tried to free himself from my grip, but he couldn't get his arms to his throat. The two women were in the way.

"I..." he wheezed.

I shook him lightly and loosened my grip just enough for Cameron to speak a little better.

"Well, I told Abigail to come to the wedding. And if she hadn't come, then... then all this wouldn't have happened and you would have had to marry Isabella."

"You invited Abigail?" What exactly that had to do with the argument between Isabella and me was still not clear to me.

"I knew she was still hot for you. Or still. And so I just..." Cameron shrugged.

"Yes?" I shook Cameron again.

"Well, I told Abigail that now she had a chance to outshine your fiancée. Then I would have gotten the whole inheritance." Cameron grinned. "Abigail probably told your Isadora... Isabella... some great stories. About how you two never really broke up and are still... well, you know."

What a creep.

So that's why Isabella had been so upset...

A terrible suspicion grew inside me.

"Go on!" I shook Cameron again. "That wasn't all, was it? What about this Owen?"

"Which Owen?" Cameron asked.

"Isabella's boyfriend."

"I don't know him." Cameron shrugged, as best he could in his position.

"Sexy boy, none of that matters now." The woman with pink hair nodded. "Now you're here with us."

"Only thanks to me, darling. Otherwise, he'd be taken." Cameron grinned at the woman.

That was the last straw. I let go of him and threw a punch. And hit the same spot as I had about an hour ago. Cameron stumbled backward, holding his face.

---