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“Really, Camila. Is that any way to treat me?”
Camila sneered, even though he couldn’t see it, but she just couldn’t be calm when talking to this person.
Jordan Nelson was a man a couple years her senior that she’d met on one of her jobs. He was her latest ex-boyfriend, and they’d been together for over a year before they broke up. That had been months ago, but the bastard still kept calling her, acting like they were close, while she kept wondering how she could have put up with his shit for a full year.
“If you don’t mind, I’m busy with a project right now. If there’s nothing you want, I’m hanging up,” she threatened.
“Don’t be like that,” he said, practically crooning, his voice persuasive. “We haven’t chatted for a while and I missed you. Let’s talk a bit, yeah?”
Camila gritted her teeth and clenched her hand around her phone, but even though she knew she should hang up, she didn’t.
In a way, Camila had always been weak to Jordan, and she knew it. Her other exes, she had separated from cleanly, and it was mostly mutual. It was sad, but it wasn’t enough to keep her down. Her relationship with Jordan was a little different, though.
She couldn’t say she had been too young when she’d met him, because she was twenty-one at the time, legally considered an adult in every way. But back then, she was even more naïve than people said she still was now. Jordan was slick and seemed attracted to her naiveté, and after they separated, she wondered if that was the reason he had picked her to approach.
Jordan was good-looking, with tousled, curly blond hair and his almost pretty face. He wasn’t much taller than her, and his build was slim, so she wasn’t as nervous around him as she was around bigger males. With his pale skin and wide blue eyes, when he put himself to it, he could almost look innocent, and the first time he approached her, Camila had fallen for his trap. However, she had learned, much to her dismay, that he was also sloppy, and acted like an oversexed teenager even though he was a couple years older than her. The problem was Camila hadn’t known this until long after they’d already started dating.
Jordan considered himself smart. Much smarter than any woman, as he liked to put it. Camila hadn’t ever agreed. By the time they’d been dating for a while, she had a good grasp of his character, and he was definitely a man to be despised, but she didn’t know how to end it without drama.
Even now, she couldn’t bring herself to cut off contact with him completely, but mostly because he kept bothering her.
“I’m hanging up,” she said decisively.
While she was worried about starting up her dating life with Adrien, there was no way she could spare so much time to bother with Jordan.
“Not yet. I had a talk with your mom, and it was a bit of a shock so I just had to call you.”
Camila frowned, hesitating. “What do you mean you talked with my mom?”
Jordan sighed. “Well, your phone seemed unreachable for a while, so I called the phone in your apartment. Your mom was the one to pick it up, and she gave me some surprising news.”
Camila closed her eyes and sighed, feeling exhausted suddenly. “I don’t care what you talked to my mom about, she doesn’t like you any more than I do. And you have to kill this habit of yours of calling me whenever you’re drunk and bothered. We no longer have anything to do with each other.”
“I’m not drunk,” he said, though it was obviously a lie. She could hear the slight slur in his voice. He was just good at hiding the fact he was drunk, but how could she not be familiar with this after putting up with it for the past several months? Then, he followed up with, “Are you really dating Samuel Kane?”
“Ah,” Camila murmured, the reason of his call becoming clear now. Her mom must have told Jordan about her meeting with Samuel on two occasions, one in his house, and Jordan jumped the gun. “I’m not dating Samuel Kane,” she said honestly.
There was an obvious sigh of relief from the other end. “Good—”
Camila cut Jordan off, “The one I’m dating is Adrien Kane, his twin brother.”
The other end of the line went silent, and Camila smirked to herself. She might have been jumping the gun, but it was worth it to bother Jordan.
“So if you wouldn’t mind never calling me again, I would appreciate it.”
“What? No!” Jordan said quickly, suddenly all fired up. “I mean, I was shocked when your mom said it. I thought it was a lie, but I still called because I was concerned for you. Really, Camila? A man like Adrien Kane would only use you and then dump you!”
“You mean like you did?” Camila said back with a sneer, not taking any of what he said seriously. “Don’t pretend concern now, Jordan. It just bothers you that the man I’m seeing is a billionaire, right? You’re jealous about me moving on, and even if he just toys with me, being a billionaire’s toy is still way better than getting toyed with by trash like you.”
Immediately after giving her little speech, Camila cut the call, feeling extremely satisfied with herself. It was pretty rare that she got the upper hand on Jordan, and she could just imagine how much he was steaming with what she said.
She also decided to shut her phone off, just in case he tried to call again. It would mean missing Adrien’s text if he sent one, or if he called, but he might not call today. It hadn't been that long ago when they agreed on the date, anyway, and it was midweek, so maybe he was waiting for the weekend to ask her? It was her hope, anyway, so she could always call back later if he really did miss her because of this. Besides, it would be an excuse to actually talk to him, since she was too self-conscious to make the call first, even though she had his number.Before she could, though, her phone rang again, and another unexpected name flashed on her screen. Her smirk dropped, and with a frown, she answered. “Samuel?” she said uncertainly. “Can I help you with something?”
Her heart beat uncomfortably as she wondered if he was calling her for another date or something. She had been waiting for Adrien’s call for the two of them to go on a date, if Samuel was the one that asked, she wouldn’t know whether to be happy a man like him was actually interested in her, or not.
“Camila,” he said, his voice sounding grave and putting her on the alert.
“Did something happen?” she said quickly. “Was it the article? Is there anything wrong with it?”
