stone.
His eyes meet mine, unreadable, and then he keeps walking past me,
like I don’t even exist.
My heart breaks.
The moment he’s gone, Brent drops his hand
from my shoulder. “I wonder what’s bugging him?” he smirks. “Sore
loser.”
As if I’m some prize to be won.
I wait silently until he’s back talking to
the guys again. “Excuse me,” I murmur, then quickly leave the
table. I make my way blindly towards the restrooms, so close to
falling apart.
What must Cam think of me?
I push into the cool marble sanctuary of the
ladies room, trying to calm myself. I take deep breaths, but can’t
stop the panic that grips me. I plunge my shaking hands under the
cold water and try to pull myself together.
He’s here, right here. So close. And yet Cam
has never been so far from me.
I look at my eyes in the mirror, and see all
the sadness, pain, and fear about my life reflected back at me.
My resolve crumbles. I thought I could tell
him goodbye, but now, every part of me aches to be in his arms
again. He’s just a few feet away but it seems like an entire city
separates us. If only I could talk to him, explain why I did what I
did. But he probably hates me—he loathes Brent. Knowing that I went
back to him, despite everything that happened, might be too much
for Cam to take.
Too much to ever forgive—if I even deserve
his forgiveness.
The door flies open. And before I have a
chance to brace myself, Cam is standing right in front of me. His
body tense, his eyes flashing angrily.
“Isabelle.”
Just my name on his lips, and I’m
overcome.
TWO: CAM
I stare at Isabelle, just inches away from
me in the small marble bathroom. After all this time apart, I’d
convinced myself that she couldn’t be as beautiful as I remember
her, but I was wrong. She still takes my breath away.
Every time I see her, it feels like the
first time. Those big blue eyes, that luscious mouth. The warmth of
her body so close to mine. The scent of her familiar perfume hits
me like a fist. There’s nothing I crave more than the feel of her
in my arms. The taste of her sweet lips opening wide for me, eager
and ready.
“Cam…” she swallows. “You shouldn’t be
here.”
“Yes. I should,” I growl, furious. “You
won’t answer my calls, you won’t see me. We’re talking right now,
and I’m not leaving until we do.”
Her eyes flicker nervously to the door. “I
can’t talk to you…”
I hate seeing her like this, being led
around by that asshole Brent like she’s some kind of pet. She can’t
have meant what she said to me. She can’t possibly pick him over
me.
“Tell me why you left,” I demand, moving
closer. “Tell me why you broke the contract and went back to him.”
My voice twists on the word. “What’s he got on you, Isabelle?
What’s he doing to make you stay?”
“Nothing,” Isabelle protests weakly. “It’s
like I said. You were right. This isn’t for me. The life you
lead…the whole sub/Dom thing, it’s not what I want.” She drops her
gaze to the floor, and I know every word of it is false.
“You’re lying,” I say quietly, taking
another step towards her. “I know you, Isabelle. I know when you
want me. When your body aches for me…”
I reach out and stroke down her neck, her
breath catching as I trail my fingertips softly over her silky
skin.
“I want…” Isabelle whispers, but then she
stops herself and sighs.
“You want more,” I murmur, leaning to kiss
the trail of her collarbone. I feel her body shiver against me.
“You’re already wet for me, aren’t you, my sweet? You need
more.”
“Cam,” she whimpers. There’s need in her
voice, raw lust, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
I kiss her throat, breathing her in as I
slide my hands lower, over her waist and the curve of her delicious
ass. Fuck, I’ve imagined this moment, going out of my mind alone at
night with nothing to keep me warm but the memories of her
shuddering in climax, screaming my
His eyes meet mine, unreadable, and then he keeps walking past me,
like I don’t even exist.
My heart breaks.
The moment he’s gone, Brent drops his hand
from my shoulder. “I wonder what’s bugging him?” he smirks. “Sore
loser.”
As if I’m some prize to be won.
I wait silently until he’s back talking to
the guys again. “Excuse me,” I murmur, then quickly leave the
table. I make my way blindly towards the restrooms, so close to
falling apart.
What must Cam think of me?
I push into the cool marble sanctuary of the
ladies room, trying to calm myself. I take deep breaths, but can’t
stop the panic that grips me. I plunge my shaking hands under the
cold water and try to pull myself together.
He’s here, right here. So close. And yet Cam
has never been so far from me.
I look at my eyes in the mirror, and see all
the sadness, pain, and fear about my life reflected back at me.
My resolve crumbles. I thought I could tell
him goodbye, but now, every part of me aches to be in his arms
again. He’s just a few feet away but it seems like an entire city
separates us. If only I could talk to him, explain why I did what I
did. But he probably hates me—he loathes Brent. Knowing that I went
back to him, despite everything that happened, might be too much
for Cam to take.
Too much to ever forgive—if I even deserve
his forgiveness.
The door flies open. And before I have a
chance to brace myself, Cam is standing right in front of me. His
body tense, his eyes flashing angrily.
“Isabelle.”
Just my name on his lips, and I’m
overcome.
TWO: CAM
I stare at Isabelle, just inches away from
me in the small marble bathroom. After all this time apart, I’d
convinced myself that she couldn’t be as beautiful as I remember
her, but I was wrong. She still takes my breath away.
Every time I see her, it feels like the
first time. Those big blue eyes, that luscious mouth. The warmth of
her body so close to mine. The scent of her familiar perfume hits
me like a fist. There’s nothing I crave more than the feel of her
in my arms. The taste of her sweet lips opening wide for me, eager
and ready.
“Cam…” she swallows. “You shouldn’t be
here.”
“Yes. I should,” I growl, furious. “You
won’t answer my calls, you won’t see me. We’re talking right now,
and I’m not leaving until we do.”
Her eyes flicker nervously to the door. “I
can’t talk to you…”
I hate seeing her like this, being led
around by that asshole Brent like she’s some kind of pet. She can’t
have meant what she said to me. She can’t possibly pick him over
me.
“Tell me why you left,” I demand, moving
closer. “Tell me why you broke the contract and went back to him.”
My voice twists on the word. “What’s he got on you, Isabelle?
What’s he doing to make you stay?”
“Nothing,” Isabelle protests weakly. “It’s
like I said. You were right. This isn’t for me. The life you
lead…the whole sub/Dom thing, it’s not what I want.” She drops her
gaze to the floor, and I know every word of it is false.
“You’re lying,” I say quietly, taking
another step towards her. “I know you, Isabelle. I know when you
want me. When your body aches for me…”
I reach out and stroke down her neck, her
breath catching as I trail my fingertips softly over her silky
skin.
“I want…” Isabelle whispers, but then she
stops herself and sighs.
“You want more,” I murmur, leaning to kiss
the trail of her collarbone. I feel her body shiver against me.
“You’re already wet for me, aren’t you, my sweet? You need
more.”
“Cam,” she whimpers. There’s need in her
voice, raw lust, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
I kiss her throat, breathing her in as I
slide my hands lower, over her waist and the curve of her delicious
ass. Fuck, I’ve imagined this moment, going out of my mind alone at
night with nothing to keep me warm but the memories of her
shuddering in climax, screaming my
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