Page 30 of Property of Camo

She forces her chair back, rolling away from me and forcing my hands to drop. I stand to full height, watching her. My own heart is now hammering in my chest.

Skyla gets to her feet and walks around the desk, putting distance between us, and I fucking hate it. My mind, heart, and soul will always be at war when it comes to this woman. One second, I hate that she gets needy with me, but then the next, I hate that she doesn’t want me to touch her.

The woman in front of me sighs, her shoulders going back, showing her strength.

“You cannot and will not charm your way back into my body, Camo. I have had enough of what you are offering. I know that is not what we agreed to in the beginning, but things change; I have changed. We went into this for the sex, and believe me, Camo, the sex is out of this world, but I want more, and you will never give me that.

“I deserve more, and while I am still sleeping with you, I will never achieve that. You need to look deep down inside of your soul and work out what your deep-seated issues are, or you will die a lonely man. You could have it all, Camo. The love, support, respect, and loyalty of a good woman but you refuse to let that wall down.”

“The life I live is fucking dangerous, Skyla,” I growl.

She sighs again, and that sound is like a punch to the chest. I reach up and rub my sternum with the heel of my hand.

“I know that. Everyone knows how bad things can get for the club because we all know what you deal in, but surely if you are that feared, then with you I will be the most protected,” she states strongly.

Her words bounce around my head, some sinking in but others swirling together.

Can I truly have her?

I would protect her with my life, so would my club brothers.

No one fucks with the Kings.

Her gaze bores into mine, pleading for me to say something but I am still trying to process her words. Every nerve in my body feels like a live wire, and my heart is racing as we stare at each other.

I am a fucking coward when it comes to Skyla.

With each passing second, I can feel her pulling away. Her body is tight as she watches me watching her, not saying a damn thing.

It is her who breaks the silence.

“You should go. There is nothing for you here, Camo.”

She steps around me, and I reach for her wrist but she snatches it away at the last second, a glare firmly on her face.

“You have lost the right to touch me. Now leave.”

“Skyla,” I growl her name.

“No,” she snaps, her fists tight at her sides. “I have wasted enough time on you. Go back to your casual fucks at the club.”

When I don’t say shit about me not fucking the club girls, I see a little something die in her eyes, and my gut tightens, but I remain silent.

With one more look, she turns her back on me, stepping to the window and looking down at the whole gym floor.

Feeling pissed that she dismissed me, I turn on my heel and leave, but her voice stops me when I reach the door.

“I hope one day you will find a soulmate who will mean more to you than your fears.”

My fingers curl into tight fists as I leave her office, walking away from her for the last time, it feels like. With each step away, the distance festers and a bad feeling hits my gut, but I pushthrough it and leave the gym, needing to get to the club so I can drown myself in a bottle of liquor.

12

Skyla

“Iam so proud of you,” Eva says, skimming a hand over my forearm.

“It needed to be done.” I shrug.

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