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“Hello.”

“What are you doing?” Dez snaps into the phone.

I jerk my head back and look down at the device. He has some nerve calling me with an attitude as if I’m the one interrupting him. I don’t know why he’s been calling at random times lately in the first place.

“I’m getting some studying done,” I say as I roll my eyes.

He gives a weird laugh. Almost a scoff of disbelief. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Nothing, Maribel. Nothing. You don’t know me well enough to know my limits and expectations.” He sighs like a lunatic.

Then he continues. “This is why I’ll be lenient. I’m sending you a list of honeymoon locations. Pick one. I want an answer within the next twenty minutes. Not a minute more.”

With that, he hangs up. I stare at my phone. I’m not even going to try to figure out what his problem is.

My phone chimes with an email, and I see it’s from Dez. I open the email and find a bunch of links to honeymoon destinations. I’m not about to sit here and waste my time going through them. I want to go on a honeymoon with him as much as I want to marry him.

I count through the top of the list. “One, two, three, four, you’re it.”

Copying the link for the fifth one, I send it back to Dez in a replying email. There, less than twenty minutes. Wanting to forget about Dez and needing to get high, I get up and go looking for Cam.

Hopefully he can fuck my frustration away. I already have a slight high, so I’m struggling to pinpoint what it was about that call that was off to me. A smile comes to my lips as I hear the music playing at the front of the apartment.

However, when I find Cam sitting on the couch with a scowl on his face, I come to a dead stop. I forget all about my nagging thoughts and Dez. I stop in front of Cam and step between his legs as he sits slumped down on the couch.

He sits up slightly and leans in to press his face into my belly. My stomach fills with warmth from the feel of his cheek pressed against me.

I run my hand through his blond locks and close my eyes. For a moment, I allow myself to absorb his presence and the feel of him in my arms.I love you, Cam,I think the thoughts I can never say.

Cameron

I almost told Mina about Cal. Hearing her say she knows there’s something I haven’t told her and that she’s okay with that made me want to spill my guts. Amina is everything I’ve always wanted.

I need to figure things out and find a way we can be together. I don’t want to let her go. She shouldn’t have to marry some old mobster because her father wants her to.

She’s mine. I love her. I think I always have.

This shit is killing me, and I haven’t had to let her go yet. I hate when that asshole calls. I can always tell it’s him.

It’s in her body language and how the mood shifts. I’ve never loathed anyone more in my life. He’s trying to take my world from me, and I hate it.

“Hey, talk to me,” Amina says as I keep my face buried against her belly.

I had to leave the room before I snatched her phone to tell that asshole I was fucking his fiancée. She never wanted him to begin with. She’s mine and he needs to back the fuck off.

However, I’d never do that to her. I see how nervous he makes her. She fears what he’ll do to me more than anything.

For her, I’d take whatever comes my way. I’m not scared of that asshole. He’s a piece of shit in my book.

Not able to say anything I’m thinking, I sit back and pull her to straddle my lap. I palm the back of her neck and bring her lips to mine.

I kiss her with all the passion I feel for her. Placing my hands on her hips, I then push her top up until her breasts are exposed. Breaking the kiss, I look down at her tits and lick my lips.

She tugs her shirt off and tosses it on the floor. I palm both globes and dip my head in to suck each nipple in turn. Amina moans and throws her head back.

“You know I’m never going to be able to let you go,” I breathe against her soaked right nipple.

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