Beautifully Destroyed(41)
Looking between Trisha and Dex, I don’t even have to ask to know it’s true they were screwing behind my back. With Fate here in my arms I feel nothing.
“Baby, it was just once and I regretted it right away. I didn’t tell you because it didn’t mean anything and I didn’t want it to come between us,” Trisha pleads.
“What the hell are you saying, Trisha? You came on to me, made me go after Fate to make him jealous and screw up again so we could boot him. Why are you messing with the plan now?” Dex says with confusion. Damn, he’s an idiot.
“You thought we would kick the lead singer out of the band?” Scott says when he clues into this shit storm.
“I want them both out. If I have to see their faces again, we are going to have a problem. If that’s a problem, I’m done with all this. I will just take Fate and leave.” Trisha is already starting her pleading, but I shut her out. Dex is yelling and Scott is just shaking his head in frustration.
“Trisha, shut it. You don’t get it, I don’t even care that you were with him. That should tell you how done I really am with you. All I care about is getting my girl back to our place, our fucking home, so I can try to undo all this bullshit.” I feel Fate’s arms tighten around my waist and I know how hard this touching must be for her with everyone watching. Especially after everything she’s gone through lately. She can’t handle the thought that someone might perceive her a certain way or take our picture. My girl is just getting back on her feet again. For that reason, we’ve never been pressed up against each other this way except in our apartment. It’s definitely not a baby step.
Chapter Twenty-One
Feeling him against me isn’t new but doing it in front of others is. You’d think I’d be panicking, but I’m not. Something about Cameron is pulling me closer every time I touch him. It scares me and I feel as if I’m going to be consumed by him at any moment. That is the worst feeling. Not because I don’t want that, it’s because I do, and that makes me vulnerable. I know I am the one who puts this space between us, but now I’m questioning why. I’m done hiding my life with him.
Yelling pulls me from my thoughts and all I can do is stand there in the safety of Cameron’s arms, watching these events unfold.
“Scott, I’m serious, either we find a new bassist or get yourself a new singer and guitarist,” Cameron states firmly. “So what’s it going to be? I have other shit to deal with.”
Without a moment’s pause, Scott speaks, “Dex, you’re out. Maybe next time don’t try and screw with the lead man’s girl.” Dex starts yelling, but none of them seem to care. Then one of the security guards comes and grabs Dex by the arm, leading him out.
“The skank too,” Cecilia says, pointing to Trisha. Turning, I give Cecilia a small smile and mouth, ‘I owe you one.’ She just winks at me.
“Baby, don’t let them do this to us, I love you,” she says, and I tighten my hold on him.
“He’s mine,” I whisper without meaning to say it aloud. Crap. I feel him chuckle against me and I know he’s trying to rein it in.
Cameron leans down and whispers to me, “I am yours.” His arms tighten around me and I feel like this is only him validating my fragile feelings. Is he just doing this because he’s trying to save me like she said? I can’t help the doubt. Just because I’m trying to be better doesn’t make those thoughts go away.
“Baby,” he says jokingly to Trisha. “I’m not letting anyone do anything. There isn’t a relationship between us to screw with. Time to go.” Looking up to him, I notice he wasn’t even looking at her the entire time. He was watching me. I take a chance. Fate, do not fail me now.
Standing on the tips of my toes, I reach up while bringing my hands behind his head, pulling him down to close the space in between us. I bring my mouth to his, and he gently returns the kiss. I barely hear Trisha still screaming in the back as I continue kissing him. His lips are soft against mine, like he’s scared he’s going to break me. Pulling him closer to me, I increase the intensity of the kiss and I feel his hands rest against my backside. Having him hold me in any way is amazing. A cough and a whistle from behind us remind me we are not alone. I don’t turn around. Pulling away from him instead, I place my face in his chest, and he just chuckles.
“Well, shit, my girl has got some serious moves,” Cecilia says, whistling at the end. “The wicked bitch is gone and you just showed her who he belongs to. Trust me when I say he’s never looked as happy as he does right now.” Leave it to Cecilia to only further embarrass me because I’m sure that wasn’t as amazing for him as it was for me.