Page 29 of Property of Camo

“Hey, where are you going?” Christa calls out.

I ignore her and keep walking, my focus on the door that leads to the stairs that will take me up to her office.

“Leave her be, Camo. You clearly have no fucking intention of giving her what she deserves,” Clark says as I pass him.

“You know nothing about me,” I snarl, which makes him grin in a way that I have never seen on Clark before.

“I know enough, Camo. I also know my best friend, and she deserves more than a man who treats her like a casual whore, when he can get regular whores at his clubhouse. Let her go, so she can find a man who will worship her in all ways.”

The thought of Skyla being with another man makes my blood boil so hot that I see red in my vision. My lips curl, a snarl sounds but Clark does not back down, and Rocky steps to him, offering support.

“Just go, Camo.”

“Not until I speak to her, and neither of you will stop me. Try it and see what happens.” A sound comes from me like no other sound has.

They are trying to stop me from getting to what’s mine.

Fuck, where did that come from?

Leaving the two men standing there, I turn and leave, walking up to the office where I know Skyla is hiding out. Not waiting for her to invite me in, I push open the door to find her behind the wooden desk.

Her head comes up when I enter, her shoulders sagging in defeat. The look in her eyes guts me but I push that feeling down, not wanting her to see how much she affects me.

“What can I do for you, Camo?” Her voice makes me shiver.

Stepping inside and closing the door behind me, I sit in the chair on the other side of her.

“Thought I would come and see how you have been.” I grin. “Not seen you in a few days.”

Leaning back in her chair, her gaze roams over me, like she is assessing my body. I am not sure that I like the aloof look in her eyes.

She says nothing for a short time, just looks at me. I am not sure if she wants me to speak first or not, so I keep my gaze focused on her.

“How are things with the boy?” She blinks at my question, her lips parting for a split second, before she licks them.

“I know that you did not come here to ask about him, Camo. You have no interest in the boy. So again, why are you here?”

“Can’t I come by to see you?” I smirk.

“No.”

I push to my feet and step around the wooden desk. Her breathing hitches, her pupils dilate. Bending at the waist, I rest my hands on the arms of her chair, turning her to face me, then lean in so my lips brush the shell of her ear.

“I know that you are pissed at me, baby, but I know how much you like seeing me also,” I boast. “Now, why don’t you climb on your desk so I can eat this pussy that I have missed so much?”

Her breathing hitches again, and I grin before biting her earlobe.

“No,” she states.

Lowering my mouth, I kiss her pulse point, feeling her heart hammering in her chest.

“Want to try that again?” I lick her, savoring her taste on my tongue.

“N-no. Step. Back.” The last two words are stronger.

Pulling my head back, I frown down at her, not liking her tone of voice.

“Say that again.”

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