Page 38 of Property of Camo

“Shit, I am parched,” comes the sweet voice of my friend.

Eva climbs onto the stool next to me, grinning as she orders a drink.

“You having a good time?” I ask her.

“Hell yeah. We needed this, sister.”

“That we did.”

“Oh shit,” Eva mutters, then leans closer. “Camo. Incoming.”

I look over my shoulder, my smile slipping from my face. My eyes narrow as he gets closer to us. The man behind me, whose name I still do not know, stiffens as he clocks Camo storming toward us.

“What are you doing here, Camo?” I start before he can start speaking.

“I own the joint, baby, you know that,” he says, showing no emotion on his face.

“Then get back to work,” I say, before turning back to the bar.

I am not doing this with him again, not anymore. It is so freaking tiring dealing with his bullshit, with the lack of emotion he has for me unless he is buried balls deep.

“So, who is your friend, baby?” His voice makes me shiver, and I both hate and love it.

My dancing partner and almost fuck for the night looks down at me with a dipped brow, confusion etched on his face.

“I’m Dale, nice to meet you.” He holds his hand out for Camo, who just looks at the hand like it is covered in shit.

“Do I look like I give a fuck who you are? You have your hands on my woman.”

I snap at him, glaring. “I am not your woman as you have told me time and time again. So fuck off, Camo. Go back to your club whores.”

“What is he talking about?” Dale asks.

“Ignore him. He is fucking delusional,” I snipe, not meaning to because it is not this guy’s fault that Camo is a prick.

“Listen, I am not one to step on another man’s toes. You are hot as fuck, but if you belong to someone else, I am not dipping my dick in that.” He nods to Camo and leaves.

There goes my fucking buzz and my orgasm.

My anger spikes and I turn my glare back to the man standing in front of me.

“God, you really are a fucking prick. You do not want me, but you will not allow me to be happy with someone else. That is truly pathetic and childish.”

I turn to my friends and nod to them, knowing they all can read me.

“Skyla,” Camo calls to me, but I ignore him and march out of the nightclub, my friends right behind me.

There is a car already waiting, and I know that this is thanks to Clark. He knew that this altercation with Camo could go either way, but he will always have his bases covered.

We climb in and the driver takes off, but I see Camo step out of the club as we pull away. With his hands on his hips, he looks at me with anger, and I flip him off. He is not the only one seething right now, but I am the only one who has the right to be pissed and angry.

“Are you okay?” Eva’s sweet voice calls to me.

Nodding, I smile at her. “Yeah.”

“He needs to let you go.” I give her a tight nod and look out the window.

We arrive home, and my stomach drops when I see who is sitting on my doorstep. Rushing from the car, my friends hot on my heels, I fall to my knees in front of Aston.

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