Page 49 of The Story of Me
Cam carries my bags down to the hotel lobby and waits with me for my car. There’s no sign of Jackson or Brooke ten minutes later when it pulls up, and I’m so tired; I just want to get in and get to the airport. As the driver puts my bags in the boot, Cam pulls me into him. He grabs my arse cheeks and grinds himself against me.
“I can do this now.” He bites along my jaw and I let out a little moan. “Now you’re leaving and I know we can’t take this further. I can do this.” He wraps his arm around my back and grabs at my hair with his hand, his lips move to mine, gently at first and then it just explodes, lips, tongues, teeth. I grab a handful of his hair and force his mouth down harder on mine. I hear a car pull up and we separate our mouths, standing with our foreheads pressed together. “Fuck, Kitten, you have the power to ruin me, never forget that.”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” We both turn and look as Jodie, Brooke and Jackson pile out of a taxi. I’m a little confused at Jodie’s comment.
“You made it. I didn’t think you would…” I start to say.
“This is where you vanished to. You left the club last night withher?” What? I look from Jodie to Cam, totally confused.
“Have you no fucking shame? It’s the one year anniversary of the death of your husband and child, and you choose to spend the night whoring around with another man.” I shake my head.
“No, no, I’ve known Cam for years. It wasn’t like that,” I try to plead my case. I look at Brooke and Jackson, who are trying to hold each other up, without much success.
“Poor Princess Georgia, whatever she wants, she just fucking takes. I don’t believe this. You and him, I just don’t believe it.”
Realisation smacks me right between the eyes as I work out that Cam is the bloke that Jodie works with and has been on a few dates with. I look up at Cam as he starts to speak.
“Jodie, we went for dinner a couple of times. There was never anything between us and Georgia’s telling you the truth. We’ve been friends for years.” She puts her hands on her hips and looks between us.
“You know what, fuck the pair of ya. You’re welcome to each other, but just so you know, she’s spent the last month fucking my ex in Byron, so if it’s sloppy seconds you’re into, you’re welcome.” I feel Cam squeeze my shoulder but he doesn’t say anything. Jodie then gestures with her head towards Cam, but sneers as she says to me, “And he, sweet spoilt Georgia, is having something you never will, you spoilt little bitch. Cameron here is having a baby with his girlfriend back in England.” Everything sways and spins around me, then slows down, sound becomes distorted and I can’t decide if I’m too hot or freezing cold. Somehow, I manage to make my legs move and turn towards the car. Cam grabs my arm and pulls me back towards him.
“She’s not my girlfriend. It’s not like that, Kitten. Listen to me.” He holds my face in his big hands and makes me look at him. “She’s not my girlfriend. I’m not with her. It’s… you need to let me explain. We need to talk about this.” He looks past me to Jodie I assume. “You have no idea what you’ve done. You spiteful bitch, fuck off out of here. You’re sacked. I don’t want you near my club again.” I break free from his hold as he talks. “Georgia, wait, I’ll come to the airport with you. Let me just explain.”
I shake my head and smack his hands off me. “Stay the fuck away from me,” I scream at him. I need to get away. I need to get in the car and get away from both of them. He grabs me by the shoulders.
“Fucking listen to me,” he roars, but in a split second, he’s gone, yanked backward. I seize the opportunity and jump in the car as quickly as I can and tell the driver to get us to the airport. We drive away as I watch Cam and Jackson swinging punches at each other.
Chapter Fourteen
Tiger
A million thoughts rush through my head. I need to explain to her. I need to make her understand that it’s not like that. I don’t have a girlfriend. I’ve never had a girlfriend. I had a wife and then I had her, and then I had nothing, fuck all, and that’s what I’m gonna be left with again if I don’t sort this shit out and make myself clear.
Before I get a chance to say anymore, I’m yanked by my shoulder and spin around to face her cousin, the fucking Aussie prick, who if I didn’t know better, I would think wanted to get in her knickers.
“Get ya fucking hands off her.” Fucking idiot, does he think I would hurt her?
I push him away and turn back around to make sure Georgia’s not in the middle of this when the cheeky fucker lamps me one, right on the side of the jaw and it fucking hurts. I spin back to face him and land a perfect right hook on his chin that puts him straight on his arse. Turning back to Georgia, so I can jump in the car and get us out of here, I realise I’m too late and can only watch as she’s driven away into the early morning Sydney traffic.
“Fuck!” I shout while kicking the wheel of the taxi that’s parked outside the hotel. Then I’m grabbed again and the dickhead cousin is trying to get another shot at me. “Mate, seriously, fuck off before I hurt you,” I say as I push him away. The bloke’s so pissed he can hardly stand up, and if I crack him again, he’ll go down like a sack of shit and I’m worried he’ll hit his head. I’ve seen it happen too many times, drunken idiots, not knowing when to shut the fuck up and walk away, and here we have a prime example. He swings at me again. I barely have to dodge, but I push him away again anyway, and he goes back down on his arse. This time, I make sure he stays there by pushing on his chest with my foot and then put my foot on his throat. I don’t apply pressure. Well, not a lot, just enough to keep him down, but then I’ve got the two birds he’s with screaming in my earhole. Then they’re on me, fucking clawing and grabbing at my hair. What is it with birds? Why do they try and make themselves busy when blokes are having a punch up?
I don’t wanna get rough, but they’re pissing me off and the little one actually has quite a hard punch. I get them both off my back and grab them by the hair. I’ve still got matey pinned to the floor by my shoe and the two screeching women by the hair, one in each hand either side of me. When I look up, there’s three hotel security guard’s heading toward me.
“Do yourself a favour boys and don’t get involved. Take these three off my hands and I’ll walk away.”
“Let go of my fucking hair,” Jodie screams as she tries to kick me. I look down at her. Spiteful little bitch, she caused all of this. I let go of her hair and push her down on the floor.
“Hey mate, we’ve called the cops. They’re on their way,” one of the guards calls out. Fucking great, that’s all I need.
I look down at the three psychos and it suddenly strikes me how much they all look alike and how they all have the same blue eyes as Georgia and her mum. My stomach turns, my chest tightens and I let out a long breath. Just thinking about that fucking woman does that to me.
“I’m gonna walk away. I don’t want no more trouble. If you come at me again, I’ll break his fucking legs. You understand me?”
“Just get your foot off him,” Jodie says. I raise my eyebrows as I look at her.
“You started this, you vindictive little bitch. What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you feel the need to say all of that earlier?”
She shrugs. “Coz everything Georgia wants, Georgia always gets.”
