His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (book series for 12 year olds .TXT) 📖

Chapter 49

Present

Camille

“Ah…” I groaned when my head throbbed with a severe headache. 

 

“Here you go.” Conan gave me morphine with a glass of water. “It’ll relieve you of pain.”

 

“Last night I drank too much.” I swallowed a pill before gulping water in one go. 

 

“Yeah and I enjoyed your slur the entire night.” He broke into a laugh. “And your dance.” 

 

“Oh my gosh!” I covered my face in embarrassment. “What did I do?” 

 

“You gave me a lap dance, baby.” 

 

“What?” I felt my cheeks turn tomato red due to shame. “Shit!” 

 

“You threw up twice on me.” I frowned. “And I changed your clothes because you didn’t leave me a choice. You were a mess yesterday.” 

 

“Oh no, Conan! What did you see?” I snapped my eyes at him and glared at him hard. “Did you see everything?” 

 

“Not everything.” He held his smile back, gazing at me from head to toe. “I’m not that pervert.”

 

“Thanks, goddess.” I sighed in relief, examining myself. I was wearing a blue t-shirt, which was big for my size. 

 

“By the way, you look sexy in my clothes.” Conan smiled, watching me. 

 

“Thanks.” I spat, climbing off the bed and heading straight to the bathroom. I winced to see my dress lying on the floor. I wondered how Conan must have been reacting when I puked on him. I shook my head in irritation. I didn’t want to think about it because I was embarrassed by my stupid action. I should not have consumed that much alcohol. I even did a lap dance for Conan. Did I kiss him? Did we attempt to have sex? 

 

I let out an exasperated sigh and splashed cold water on my face and walked out. Conan was getting ready for work. 

 

“Today is your shoot?” I asked. 

 

“Unfortunately, yes…” Conan gave me an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Cami. I wanted to spend my weekend with you but I got an urgent call.” 

 

“Shut up, Conan.” I smiled and gave him a playful punch. “You’ll focus on your work instead of me. Come on, I am not that weak. You have been looking after me almost everywhere. I don’t want you to do this. It makes me feel needy…” 

 

“Cami…” 

 

“I know you didn’t mean that.” I cut him off. “And thank you for always being there for me.” 

 

“You don’t need to mention it.” He buttoned up his shirt. “And we are friends, rig…” Before he could finish himself we heard the ding of his private elevator and heavy footfall echoed in the living room. “Who’s that?” Conan froze as he walked out of the room. 

 

I followed him. 

 

The moment my eyes locked with his, I froze. Scott was standing in the living room with a furious expression. Shock washed over him when his eyes caught sight of my clothes. His gaze made me feel insulted as he was staring at me with a hostile expression. 

 

“What are you doing with him?” Scott asked. His voice was edgy and rough. 

 

“You are not one to ask her a question,” Conan said sharply. “Get the fuck out of here!” 

 

“I’m talking to her!” Scott barked, advancing on Conan. 

 

“And I’m replying to you basta…!” 

 

Suddenly, a crack noise echoed in the air when Scott threw his fist. “Conan!” I screamed in terror when I saw his bleeding nose. “Oh, my god!” I reached out to him, and held his arm, examining his wound. “You’re bleeding.” 

 

“It’s fine, Cami!” Conan hissed and wiped his blood from the back of his arm and brushed my hold away from his shoulder and rushed to Scott. 

 

“Conan, no!” I cried out. 

 

“Motherfucker!” Conan slammed his fist in Scott’s face, causing him to fly backward. “Fight me all you want but don’t fucking mess with her.” 

 

“You… stay the fuck away from her!!” Scott growled wildly, charging at Scott but I blocked him before shoving him away roughly. 

 

“Just stay the hell away from him!” I said with my clenched teeth, glaring at him. 

 

“You’re coming with me!” Scott grabbed my hand and dragged me to the elevator. 

 

“Where are you taking me?” I shouted and yanked my hand away from his tight grip. “Leave me fucking alone!” 

 

“We need to fucking talk, Camille.” Scott snarled. His eyes burned into me. 

 

“I don’t want to talk.” I protested. “And I’m not going anywhere with you.” 

 

“Are you sure?” Scott asked in a dangerous tone. His expression was deadly. 

 

I bit into my lower lip, my chin trembled as I glanced at Conan who stood with an angry expression but he didn’t try to stop me. 

 

You’re strong, Cami. You have to stand up for yourself. Yes, I needed to stand up for myself. 

 

“No…” I shook my head and was about to turn around when Scott grabbed me roughly and pushed me into the elevator. He punched the button. The elevator door shut in front of my eyes. 

 

“Once I am done with my words, you can go wherever the fuck you want to.” Scott hissed. The veins in his arms bulged due to clenched fists. 

 

The elevator rode down underground parking lots. We quickly got into his car and he raced down the road. 

 

After a while, we arrived at our old place. I climbed out of the car and ran into the house. My heart was racing due to anxiety. 

 

“Did you post our pictures on the internet?” he shouted from behind me and I stopped dead on my track. Slowly, I turned to him with a confused expression on my face. He walked in and slammed the door firmly behind him. His eyes were drilling right through my head. “Tell me, Cam? Did you do that?” 

 

“And why would I show my tits to the public?” I spat with anger. 

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