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Trent's mask of rage morphs to confusion. "So, what, I'm supposed to believe you breaking up with me yesterday has nothing to do with you practically dry humping some other guy publicly the next day? I'm not dumb."
Camden laughs. "No, your intellect is perfectly average."
Jesus, Camden is a dick."I'm sorry. It's complicated, but IpromiseI wasn't dating both of you."
I choose not to point out that Trent and I never defined our relationship. Icouldhave dated Camden or anyone else without technically cheating, as he never asked for exclusivity, but I don't think mentioning that would do anyone any good.
"She isn't even dating me now, technically," Camden tells Trent.
I stiffen.What the hell is he planning now?
"See, she ran into a bit of a mess this week. Did she tell you about it? No?" Camden sniggers, shoving his hands in the pocket of his suit as he leans on the nearest wall."Didn't think so. Our princess has a coke-sniffing whore for a mother. Mrs. Brown owed the wrong people a bit of money, and they came to collect from Morgan—hence her ribs. How did she tell you she hurt herself?” he asks, happy to bring the fact that I lied to Trent to light.
It was supposed to be a white lie, because I didn’t want to involve him in my problems, but now, he’s only going to think the worst of me thanks to fucking Camden.
“You said you had a rollerblade accident!”
“Oh well.” Camden shrugs. “Anyway, I bought her debt, and now she's mine."
I chew on my lip, trying to think of anything to say, but come up blank. Of all the things he could have said, the truth is by far the worst.
"You whored yourself out to him?"
Well, when he put it that way… I lick my lower lip. "It's not that simple."
"I can't fucking believe this," Trent spits. "God, I must have been blind to not see you for the gold-digging slut you are. I just didn’t have enough money for you, is that it?”
Shame and anger boil in equal measure inside me. Whore, slut, all of these insults never worked on me before because I've always known myself for what I was, but after selling myself? It's hard to try to find a defense. I'm still pissed. I'mnota gold digger. Camden's appeal was never his money. He used it to get what he wants from me now, but if anything, it's one of the things I dislike most about him. His wealth is terrifying, because I know he can use it against me.
"Now, now, no need for all that." Camden's thoroughly amused. "Morgan knows you're well off—you could have given her the money she needed. Hell, you might have not even asked for anything in return. What she won't tell you now, either because she doesn't want to hurt you or because she'd rather fuck a cactus than admit it in front of me, is that she accepted my offer because she wantedme. It was a good excuse to finally give in."
And there it is, some more truth laid bare.
He's wrong though: the reason I didn't say it to defend my actions isn't because I was hiding it from either of them. The person I was lying to was myself. Now that he’s said it, I can't deny it.
I wanted Camden, and my pride, my common sense, my sense of self-preservation all vehemently disagreed with my desire. Letting him corner me into our agreement was a good excuse to get what I didn't allow myself to recognize I craved: him.
I look down, refusing to meet his gaze, or worse, Trent’s.
"It would have never worked between you and her, even if I hadn't turned up," Camden continues. "In ten years, when you'd be having dinner with your best friend, she’d imagine him bending her over the table and shoving his cock in her asshole while you take her mouth. If he has a girlfriend? She’d want her to sit onyourface." Camden shrugs. "It’s not your fault or hers. You’re as vanilla as a sponge cake and she watches gangbang porn to get herself off."
I gasp, at his last words more than the rest. How would he know what kind of porn I watch? He might have spies, but he can't have hacked into my computer. I would have known if he did.
He's guessing. The fact that he's guessingrightis disturbing.
"You’re sick," Trent snarls. "You don’t know what you’re talking about."
"No?" Camden grins. "Ask her. Morgan is an open book. Whether she tries to lie to spare you or not, you’ll have your answer."
Trent turns to me, but I don't even attempt a reply, staring at Camden. "Why are you doing this?"
He shrugs. "It's fun. Besides, I'm doing both of you a favor. Trenton here won't forever pine overthe one that got away,and might even pay attention to whether girls want him in the future. As for you, you're learning a valuable lesson, aren't you?"
Thisisabout my decision to keep seeing Trent when he told me to end it. I could throttle him."Well, show's over. Trent, I'mtrulysorry about all this. You're a nice guy. I'm an idiot."
I start to move toward the door, but Camden snatches my wrist and tugs until I'm flush against him. "Aren't you sweet when you try to take control."
I push his chest.
