Page 106 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
“Camingo?”
I huffed out a watery laugh at Tristan’s ridiculous name for me despite the fact that my heart was breaking. Sam was a part of me now, and though I’d tried to deny it, I loved him with everything I was. His pain was my pain, and knowing that I’d caused it made the knife slice that much deeper. “I’m here, Tris.”
He rushed to me at the sound of my hoarse words. The rain had lessened to merely a damp mist. “Cammy? Are you okay?”
Tears fell down my already soaked cheeks as I started sobbing, shaking my head over and over again. I couldn’t stop doing either. “No, Tris, I’m not.”
His arms instantly wrapped around me, soothing me, but I felt like I didn’t deserve it. I knew I didn’t. So I pulled away though my body was screaming at me not to.
Tristan held me away from him as he surveyed my current sorry state. “Cameron, why are you all wet? Have you been out here all this time? Where’s Sam?”
“He left.”
“He—” Tristan cut himself off, shaking his head before throwing an arm around my shoulder and dragging me toward the door. “Let’s get you inside, honey. We can talk once you’re out of the cold.”
I let him lead me through the side door, but I didn’t want to talk. I wasn’t even sure what I would say at this point anyway.
“I’m actually just gonna go sit at the bar, think about some things, okay, Tris?” I asked him just before our table came into view. “I’m not ready to talk yet.”
He eyed me before nodding. “Okay. But I’m here; you know that.”
I nodded, leaning in for a hug. He pulled me close to him, and I loved that he would always have my back. He’d promised to take care of me until I found my forever Daddy.
And I had. But now he wasn’t here because I’d pushed him away.Fuck.
We parted ways, and I headed for the bar. I didn’t need more rum, but I could nurse a sparkling water while my brain processed everything that had gone down tonight. I needed to give Sam time to clear his things out of my place anyway.
The thought shot a lance through my heart, and I whimpered under my breath before climbing onto a barstool at the far end of the bar, near the unused stage. Henry found me a minute or so later.
“Hey, Cameron. You okay?”
God, I probably looked like a train wreck. “Yeah, just got caught out in the rain.” I chanced a glance up at him, pursing my lips. “Is it that bad?”
Henry laughed, a deep, booming sound that would’ve carried if this place wasn’t so full of half-naked gay men bumping and grinding on the dance floor. “You’re okay. Maybe just mess your hair up a bit, and you’ll be fine.”
I bent in half, shaking my hands through my sopping wet hair under the bar so I wouldn’t spray any customers. When I sat back up, careful not to knock my head on the underside of the bar, I found Henry’s gaze again. “Better?”
He grinned. “Sure.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ugh.”
He laughed again. “What’ll it be? Another rum and coke?”
I shook my head. “Nah, it’s time to sober up. Sparkling water?”
He nodded once, reaching for a glass. “You’ve got it.”
After pouring my drink and sliding it in front of me, Henry headed off to wait on other customers at the bar. I got the feeling he loved it, despite the fact that he always seemed short-staffed, a little harried, and a lot tired. To each his own, I supposed.
I sighed into my drink as I played with the stirrers Henry had put in my drink, like he always did.
Always.
The word gutted me, and I wondered if Sam really was going to clear out of my place. I wanted him there more than anything. Hell, I wanted him to move in. I wanted to give him all of me, let him see all the broken pieces.
Somewhere along the way, I’d learned to trust him. I’d learned hecouldbe trusted. I’d learned that he wasn’t perfect, but that he was perfect for me.
Fuck, I hoped he’d take me back. He’d said he would, that he always would . . .always. There was that word again. The word he’d used to end every email back when it made no sense for him to confess such a thing. But he’d proven it to be true. He’d proven hisalwayswas real.
