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Her anger's gone after Trent's performance. Between his useless little cock and his attempt at wounding her feelings, he successfully expelled himself from her, mind, body, and soul.

Today's a good day.

"Let's get you home so I can remind you what good sex feels like, hm?"

"Aren't we here for charity?" she sasses.

She knows the reason we came had little to do with whatever the gala's supporting. She's not dumb, my woman.

"I'll write them a check."

ChapterFifty

There is something fundamentally wrong with me. Now that I have my savings back—and a loan Camden doesn't think I should immediately return—maybe I'll go see a shrink for a formal diagnosis.

I know exactly what happened tonight. Camden is the villain of the story. Every shred of humiliation, every insult, every bit of the shame still surging through me is his fault. And yet, I could happily kick Trent in the balls right now and I'm not particularly angry at Camden.

I pretend I am. Except pretending is useless; he sees right through me.

I start a colorful playlist with too many swear words on our way back to my hometown—a tradition that I can't imagine will stop anytime soon, if he persists in being an asshole. His hand rests on my leg through the slit of my red dress the entire way.

"You should keep both hands on the wheel, you know."

"Oh, yeah, you can tell me that from all of your experience driving around," he retorts. "Do you even have a license?"

I shrug. I neither had the time or the money for a car, and there wasn't anyone to teach me how to drive.

"Would you like one?" he asks when I don't answer.

"I can't afford a car."

"I'm well aware of your financial woes. I'm just asking you whether you'd like to learn how to drive."

I feel defensive and can't really pinpoint why. "So you can hold it against me? Use it against me somehow?"

"I use everything." There's no apology in the admission. "But I'm not against you, princess."

Isn't he? What he did tonight felt like cruelty at first. I don't know how or why, but somehow, while Trent was hammering his cock inside me without arousing me, things changed. Camden's actions were still cruel, but the joke didn't feel like it was on me. He was aiming to punish and humble Trent, and to show me his true colors at the same time.

"It feels like a skill I should have," I concede.

"I'll arrange lessons."Seconds pass, and I expect him to come up with conditions, but that's all he says—nothing about a price I have to pay for the privilege.

"Thank you."

He squeezes mythigh as we drive into town, heading toward campus.

Instead of taking the long avenue to his house, he stops in front of a large modern glass building.

"Wait for me." Camden exits the car.

My brows crease, but within seconds, he's on my side, opening the door and extending his hand."You're playing the gentlemen?"

He rolls his eyes. "I'm sparing your ribs. We pushed it today. Don't forget to take your meds before bed. Come on."

He leads me toward the building, opening the front door with a keycard he hands me after scanning it. "Second floor, room 712," he says, though he leads the way up the elevator and through corridors he's clearly familiar with.

"Are we in the dorms?" I'm a little confused.

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