“Oh Cami, leave him, you’ve got enough on your plate with your own man,” the woman next to her said playfully, sliding two whiskeys over to us.
Please god don’t be talking about Victor.
Cami’s smile dropped, but she shrugged her shoulders, plucking the crisp bills from Vanessa’s outstretched fingers.
“Oh, you have a man?” Vanessa asked, leaning forward. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t know. You look too young to be settled down.”
She’s so smooth. Like a lion stalking its prey.
Cami handed her the change and smiled. “It’s fine. We’re… on a break right now.”
Vanessa looked at me, then back at Cami. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. What happened?”
I can’t believe this.
Cami eyed Vanessa suspiciously, then dragged a hand through her hair with those hot pink talons that looked like they’d hurt if she used them against you.
“I’m sure you don’t wanna hear about my love life, honey. I wouldn’t, not if I was here withLee.”
Vanessa stared daggers at her, before downing her drink in one.
Damn.
“Let me guess, he’s married?” Vanessa drawled, signalling to the other woman for a drink. “Been there, done that.”
Voices sounded behind us, and I turned to see about five men pile in, all looking eagerly at the stage.
“You got it in one,” Cami confirmed with a sigh, adjusting her cleavage before moving over to the men who were now at the bar.
“That?” Vanessa hissed to me, her grip on the whiskey glass turning her knuckles white. “He cheated on my best friend forthat?”
“Look, I don’t know what you’re trying to achieve, but we should go before you let that demon of yours out.” I pointed to the door. “Please, can we leave?”
But Vanessa wasn’t even listening to me. She was watching Cami like a predator watches their prey, tracking every movement, tilting her head as she did.
“Lila filed for divorce.” Vanessa glanced at me, shaking her head. “Because of her.”
Oh, boy.
This would only end in blood or tears. Probably both.
“Fuck,” I muttered, wondering how my best friend would react to that. He loved Lila, that much I knew, but seeing this Cami girl made me question his sense. Why would he risk his marriage over this…woman?
“Yeah.” Vanessa gulped down her second whiskey then stood, muttering something about the restroom.
“I’ll wait here,” I called after her, even though she didn’t look back.
“Another drink?” the other bartender asked, and I nodded. It was going to be a long night.
I’d barely finished my drink before Vanessa marched out of the restroom, her eyes wild.
“We’re leaving.”
I frowned and pointed at my drink. “Can I finish this?”
“No, Enzo.” Vanessa stormed past me, leaving a cloud of her sweet perfume in her wake.
Vanilla with hints of jasmine and rose.Flowerbomb.Her favourite perfume.
