Page 36 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
Yes.
Not to punish me, not to drag me back kicking and screaming. No, Camden will come in like a storm, silent and inevitable, wrecking everything in his path just to look me in the eye and ask why. And the worst part of it all? I don’t have an answer.
But I’m not his.
I’m mine.
“Sebastian?” I say as I lock the door behind me and creep into his living room.
“Oh fuck me sideways, Saige! I thought you were someone with nefarious intentions!”
“So you thought you’d what? Pummel them to death in fuzzy slippers, a silk bathrobe, and a, what are you even holding? Oh god, please tell me that’s not . . .”
“Tommy.”
“Put Tommy away. I don’t need to see your toys. Wait, how the fuck does that thing fit?”
“Thought you didn’t want the details, ladybug?”
“You’re right, I don’t, I’m delirious right now.”
“It’s not that I’m not happy to see you, but you look like shit. Too many drinks with your new friends?”
“Something like that . . .”
“Well, thank fuck Wally already left, he was into some freaky shit. You do not want to know where he wanted to stick it.”
“Seb . . .” I say, exasperated as I collapse onto his couch.
“My fucking dimples, Saige. My dimples.” I pop back up, my eyes squinting at him. “Oh, you heard me correctly, he wanted to fuck my dimples.”
“I’m assuming you kicked him out?”
“Oh, no, honey, we tried it. I do not get what all the fuss is about, but I’m not about to yuck someone’s yum. Don’t knock it till you try it! Anyway, you look like you’ve been hit by a freight train and then left to rot in the sun.”
“You’re so nice to me. I literally just escaped the Heathen’s hell house, and I get here and you’re talking about how Dennis fucked your dimples, with a gigantic dildo in your hand.”
“Wally.”
“What?”
“Wally fucked my dimples.”
“Jesus Christ, Sebastian! Let me sleep, I’m feeling a bit crazyright now.” Seb takes a seat at my feet, pulling them onto his lap.
“Well, lucky for you, your underpaid therapist is sitting directly across from you. Spill the beans. Is it Camden?”
“It’s everything.”
“Well that sounds miserable. You fucked him, and it got you all twisted up inside, huh? Goddamn cocks, always rearranging our heads when all we want is for them to rearrange our guts. But for real, start talking or I won’t let you sleep.”
I spend the next hour laying it all out for Sebastian, going over most of the details before falling asleep. I should feel better, I should feel free, but there’s this piece of me that is yearning, missing, calling me back somewhere I know I don’t belong.
Chapter Fourteen
CAMDEN
“’Bout time you got here. Where’s Kinsey?”
