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“Cameron, mate, fuck off.” Dan checks over his shoulder for the girls, but they’re nowhere in sight. “Holly was doing me a favour.Gracea favour.”
“This is bullshit,” Cam snaps and storms by me.
“I'm so sorry,” I whisper as the girls thunder down the sweeping staircase.
“It’s fine. Thanks for this, Holly.” He lifts the paperwork.
“Sure.”
“Can Beau come and play?” Grace pulls on Dan’s top.
“Not today, Gracie. Daddy is working.”
“Come on Beau, let’s go, say bye.” I smile through my confusion at Grace. “Bye, sweetie.”
Chapter Seven
Cameron
Iwheelspin out of Dan’s drive and race off up the street, slamming my fist into the steering wheel, making the horn blare. “Fuck!” Grace is my goddaughter. If Holly thinks she can just sweep back in and start playing little miss innocent again, then she has another thing coming. I'm fucking furious with Dan. He knew how crushed I was, how broken, what that year did. I was in a dark, dark place, and Miss Sunshine just pops back up, playing the victim card, bringing old memories and gossip back to light. I fume silently and indicate at the lights. I head straight for Nadine’s, knowing she is home today. She only works a few shifts at her hair salon. My brakes screech as I come to a sudden stop outside her place. My phone chimes and it’s Dan. If I answer now, I will lose my mind and he will get the brunt of my anger. Nadine's confused face appears at her front window. I take the call. “You are unbelievable! Her, of all people?” I snap, stepping out of the vehicle.
“Cam, come on. It’s for Grace. I didn't plan this to fuck you over.”
“I'm feeling pretty arse fucked right now. Of all people, you are the last,the last personI thought would buddy up with her,”I growl, pacing on the path. Nadine opens the door and sees me on the phone. “You’re my best mate!”
“Cam, I’m not her mate, but our children are. Grace needs Beau.”
“There are plenty of other kids she can be mates with.” I laugh at his failed attempt to justify this.
It’s Dan’s turn to laugh now. “That worked out so well for me last time. Grace is nearly six and even she clicked on quicker than me that half the mums want their kids to buddy up so they can get a chance to drop knickers. Let’s face it; Holly is hardly going to want to shack up with me after all that shit and I’m not interested in her!”
He’s right, but I'm too angry to see logic. “Shit, that barely happened to her. It was me who suffered, me who was dragged through the mud. I lost everything!” I roar.
“Because of Sarah, not Holly. Her only fault was not giving you a chance to explain.”
“Like I want to fucking talk about that night,” I hiss, shaking, angrier than I have felt in a long time.
“So she’s in the wrong because she never gave you a chance, but you won’t tell her either.”
“Whose fucking side are you on!”
“Yours! I stood by you. I always have your back. This is about Grace, Cam. It’s horse riding. That’s all this is, not Holly stealing your day or taking Grace from you, but giving her an opportunity to grow in confidence and enjoy having a friend. I love you, Cam, but I will always choose Grace.” He’s right. So right. I hate that Holly is back. I wanted her home. I thought having her back in my life would put an end to all this, but it’s dredged everything up for me.
“Fuck you.” I disconnect the call and look at Nadine's house. I can see her silhouette, and I debate going in. I look to my car, then to her and back to my car, pacing indecisively. I get in andshut the door, dropping my head to the wheel and breathing deeply. Trying to calm myself, I sit there for an age. Still feeling angered and now stupid for my dramatics. Fuck!
A light tap on my car window brings my head up. Nadine looks at me through the glass with a concerned smile. Sighing, I open the door, and she drops to her hunches. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I blow out a deep breath. “I had a bust up with Dan.”
She nods, pulls the door wider, allowing her access to climb in. Straddling my lap, she cups my face. “Give each other some space. You’re too close to ever fall out.” She is right, but that's not what is needling me. It’s Holly fucking Matthews. “Well, I'm glad you came to me,” she whispers.
I did, didn’t I? And that means something. “Lay one on me,” I mutter, staring at her. She grins and leans in, pressing her soft lips to mine. But like every other time I'm intimate with Nadine, Holly’s face flashes through my mind and it's her sitting in my lap, lazily stroking my tongue with hers. My cock swells, and I grind her down. Fuck yes, that feels damn good.
“Cam, baby, come inside.” Nadine's voice splinters the mental image in half, and I blink at her. Shit. She sits back and tucks her hair behind her ear. This new position pushes her tits forward and pressures my cock.
“Fuck.” I rock her hips and her mouths pops in an ‘O.’ I drop my head back, not giving a flying fuck we’re in the street; I need to fuck this girl. When I open my eyes, Holly’s car is heading up the street towards us. As she nears, her face snaps my way. Her smile falls. I slam my mouth to Nadine’s and grind her down roughly. Fuck Holly Matthews and her gorgeous face.
“Cam, we need to go in,” Nadine pants.
