Page 81 of Married As Puck
“Don’t. Answer. It,” he says between kisses.
“I. Wasn’t. Planning. To.”
I fall onto the couch and my phone won’t stop buzzing.
He grabs it, looks at the screen and says, “Mrs. Randolph.”
I shoot up as if she’s in the room with us because she might as well be. I fix my shirt and my hair, grabbing my phone.
“It’s not like her to call so late, so it must be an emergency. Give me a second.”
He nods, heading for the balcony.
“Hi, Mrs. Randolph. To what do I––”
“That little snake! Why haven’t you been answering your phone, Mrs. Gray? Do you have any idea what Miss Little Sunshine has been up to lately?” She doesn’t wait for me to respond. “I bet you do! I found the footage of Miranda sabotaging your work and doing much worse, such as tampering with files. She is swearing up and down that you are not actually married and are a fraud to the public. But she must be held accountable for her horrible actions, so I just fired her!”
“You fired her?” I echo.
“I fired her because she has been extremely unprofessional, trying to knock you off your feet, Mrs. Gray. This company will not handle it. You will take over her position until it is filled. Do you understand?”
I watch Cameron smoke a cigarette outside. His eyes are on me as he breathes it in.
“Yes. Yes, I understand, Mrs. Randolph. Thank you.”
“And Mrs. Gray, you need to squash these rumors and bring me that marriage certificate as soon as possible.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.”
She ends the call, and I exhale, turning the screen off my phone.
Cameron still his eyes on me, so I drop my jeans. He smokes as he watches me. I walk seductively towards him. And when I reach him, I pluck the cigarette from his fingers and smash it.
He watches me.
“Why do you smoke these?” I ask, holding up the butt. “They’re disgusting.”
He grabs the cigarette from my hand and says, “This…was my father’s favorite weapon.”
I wince. “Wha––what do you mean?”
He takes off his shirt and points at the most predominant scar on his chest. “The other ones have faded with age.”
I look into his eyes, trying to read between the lines, but there’s nothing to read. He’s telling me the truth, so I grab his shoulders. “Your father used to do this to you?”
He nods.
I pull him into a hug. “I’m so sorry, Cam.”
He kisses the top of my head.
I pull back. “What else did he do to you?”
I watch as his walls start to build around him, so I touch his hand and say, “Hey. I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me.”
“He was there tonight.”
