Chapter 161

He avoids my eye and carries on smoothing his shirt and trousers out, checking them for lint before checking himself in the mirror. I cannot tell if he’s happy with his reflection as he shows nothing. Closing down and turning cool in readiness, but I’m not upset by it. I know it’s for her, and he’s displaying his nerves in a low-key fashion.

“Oh yes, you can!” I retort sharply, frustrated that he still defends the bitch even after everything he told me about her.

“Cam. Get your shoes on and take a few deep breaths. Maybe count to ten or twenty. Behave yourself, wench.” He smirks, finishes adjusting himself and slides on his leather jacket, looking suave and distracting while I’m over here trying to rage and get out of this little cosy family lunch. It’s enough to make me simmer a little.

“Fuck off.” It’s not said with any malice, and I get a smile as he passes me and a peck on the cheek. A hand trailing my arse and that butt pinch of a man who knows he owns my body