Chapter 4

Groaning inwardly, I stare at my bare feet and skimpy dress and realise I’m not going anywhere unless I want to sample New York living in practically no clothes when snow is moving in. I’m not brave enough to walk around the club barefoot, let alone the streets. This was such a dumb move on my part.

I had to throw my shit at him, didn’t I? Good move, Camilla, fucking epic.

“Arghh,” I growl out, pissed at myself, slamming a hand between the doors as they almost shut on me, leaving an inch, and push them apart with a little more vavoom than is necessary. Seething inwardly that I have foiled my escape by impulsive throwing. I don’t hesitate to pull myself as tall as possible, jutting my chin out and pulling out my stubborn side.

Wanker can fuck right off; I’m only getting my things and walking back in here.

I march right past him, and his bewildered look towards my bloody bag, intent on grabbing what I need and leaving him for good. If I’m planning on hightailin