Page 21 of Dirty Little Mistake

Chapter 9

Trystan

Bass vibrated through the floorboards as I pushed through the entryway, the air thick with cheap beer and weed. Rotating lights carved paths through artificial fog—red washing over twisted bodies, then blue, then green. I shouldered past a guy sloshing his drink, scanning the crowd for that familiar mess of dark hair.

Thankfully, I was taller than most, so it was easy to spot her pretty quickly.

"Cam," I shouted over the music, stepping up behind her.

She spun, her eyes widening when they landed on me. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to get you." She knew exactly why I was here—to figure out why she was freaking mad at me.

Her brows pulled together. "What part of no didn't you understand?"

"Why don't we just skip the bullshit, and you just tell me why you're mad at me?"

"Fuck you." She moved to sidestep me. She was madder than I thought.

I stepped into her personal space, blocking her. "If you're hoping I'll chase you, you should know I don't chase girls." I didn't bother hiding the irritation in my tone. I hated games, and I had no intention of playing her games either.

She raised her brows. "Then what are you doing here, Trystan?"

She was right. What was I doing there?

Groaning, I grabbed her elbow and led her out of the crowd, steering her into an empty hallway. "Cam, I'm too old to play little girl games."

Her lips curled into a devilish grin as she huffed out a humorless laugh. "The only one playing games here is you." She raked her gaze over me, her lip curling in disgust as she jerked her arm out of my grasp.

I wasn't playing games, but I could see how she might think I was. I said one thing but acted a different way. I invited her on tour with me knowing damn well I had no intention of actually bringing her. It was like my mind and my mouth were working against each other, and I had no control over any of it.

"See you around, Trystan." She twisted around and strolled off, disappearing into the crowd of partiers.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from growling out loud. If she were anyone else, I would walk away, but if she were anyone else, I wouldn't be here right now. For some fucking reason, I actually cared. I moved through the crowd, glancing around in the direction Cam disappeared.

"Hey, Trystan." Mariah smiled, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder. I knew Mariah from Jaxtyn. She'd been at a few of Jax's parties over the years.

"What's up?" I forced a smile. "Uh, have you seen Cam?"

"That Cam?" She pointed over my shoulder, and I twisted to follow. Cam and a blonde were standing on the kitchen island dancing.

Blowing out a sigh, I nodded. "Yep. That's the one." I flashed her a smile. "Catch you later."

"Hey," Mariah batted her big brown eyes as she tugged on my shirt, "what did she do to get your attention?"

That was an excellent question. A question I couldn't answer. There was just something about Cam.

"I can dance for you if that's what you're into."

I shook my head. "Another time." By another time, I meant never in the nicest way possible.

Pushing through the crowd, jealousy bloomed in my chest as the crowd of men circled her like she was their prey and they were getting ready to pounce.

"Cam, get down," I shouted over the music. My commanding tone got her attention.

She rolled her eyes. "I thought you left." She continued dancing.

Fuck. I had two options I could say 'fuck this' and walk away, or I could rip Camryn off that counter, toss her over my shoulder and lock her in the room until she told me why she was fucking mad.

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