A shiver runs up her spine and travels over my own flesh. “That’s not your—”
“Don’t fuck with me,” I hiss out from between clenching teeth. My arm wraps around her waist while the other cups the back of her neck, holding her forehead against my own. “Tell me who he is and why he isn’t here. Does he know you kissed me? That I am willing to destroy whatever it is you had with—”
“No one dictates my life, Jet. I belong to me,” she interrupts, and a growl rumbles up my chest. Millie pushes against me, but I tighten my hold. “Let go!”
“No.” I walk her backwards. Just a few more steps and she’ll be against the side of my car. “Tell me, dammit. Is he in your life? Did you cheat—”
“Screw…shit!” Millie yelps, her foot catching a crack in the pavement, and she tumbles back. My arms squeeze her, pull her toward me as the small wallet she was carrying slips from her wrist. The overstuffed wristlet opens, the small latch popping as a few receipts fly around us.
The hold I have on her slackens as my eyes zero in on her identification card. She stumbles once more, and I don’t rush to help. Instead, I bend at the waist and pick up her wristlet.
Study the fucking card that breaks whatever shred of hope I had for us.
Nineteen. Camille is only nineteen and has a daughter.
“Why?” It leaves me in an angry snarl. “Why fucking lie about everything? Is anything about you real?”
“Please stop and listen to me. Everything has an explanation.” Ignoring her bullshit, I toss the wallet at her. She makes no move to catch it and lets it land at her feet.
“What kind of game are you playing at?”
“Just let me explain. It’s not what you think.” Those big blue eyes look at me full of unshed tears while her bottom lip quivers. Camille reaches a hand out to grab me, but I’m too hurt, and I dodge her touch.
Forgiving her is no longer an option for me. I just can’t.
The girl I thought she was doesn’t exist.
“You’re fired.”
“Please don’t. I need that job, so I can keep my nie—”
“If you come back, I will have you arrested for trespassing. We’re done.” Turning around, I walk around my car while ignoring her sobs. My chest aches, and my body feels numb. This betrayal hurts worse than anything life has thrown at me thus far. Pausing at my door, I throw a quick glance at her. “Millie?”
“Yes.” Her voice is low and meek.
“I never want to see you again.”