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

Chapter 41

Present

Camille

Scott was recovering quickly, and he was using crutches to walk. Since Maura flew to Paris for fashion week I was taking care of him. She hated me near her fiance, but she knew she could not do anything about it because she knew I took care of him better than anyone else. Scott and I were becoming closer to each other. Scott liked me taking care of him. I could tell through his always smiling face. 

 

“So what’s in dinner today?” Scott asked while entering the kitchen. His crutches were making a strange sound as he walked over to me. “I could smell something delicious.”

 

“Cobb salad and pot roast,” I said, chopping onions and carrots. 

 

“Mmm…” He licked his lower lip, coming even closer to me. My heart skipped a beat when he placed his hand on my waist. His sweet and spicy smell flooded my nostrils, making it harder for me to concentrate on dinner. “It looks luscious.” He grabbed my finger and licked mayonnaise sauce from my index finger. 

 

“Scott!” I scolded him and snatched my hand from his grasp. “What are you doing? Stop it now!”    

 

He broke into a laugh and rested his chin on my shoulder. I froze when his huge body covered mine. He was tall, strong, and muscular. His injuries didn’t make him look any less attractive. I closed my eyes, releasing a sigh and feeling his warm body. I was feeling protective and comfortable in his arms. 

 

“You don’t know how much I missed you, Cam,” he whispered in my ear. “I so fucking missed you. Damn, where have you been these eight years? I wanted to be there for you when that man…” he stopped in mid, letting out a sharp breath. “I’m sorry.” I spun around. Our eyes locked. His gaze was furious but softened in a moment. “I’m genuinely sorry for not being there for you.” 

 

“What about the things you did to me in the last few months? Are you feeling sorry for that?” I asked, holding his eyes. 

 

“I don’t want to talk about that.” His jaw flexed as he tore his eyes away from me and turned around. “Is dinner ready?” 

 

“Yeah, it’s almost ready,” I said, walking over to the microwave to check the meat. Since it had been five hours, it probably got cooked. “Kat and Archie are coming over for dinner today.” 

 

“Yeah, that’s fine,” he muttered and was about to walk away, 

 

“And Conan also…” I knew he wouldn’t like Conan’s presence there, but I invited him anyway. I should not have cared much about Scott’s likes and dislikes as he didn’t care about mine. 

 

“Who invited him, by the way?” Scott asked with clenched teeth. I winced at the way he was speaking about him. It revealed how much hatred he had for Conan. 

 

“I thought…” 

 

“You thought a lot about him.” Scott cut me off sharply and didn’t give me a chance to finish my sentence. 

 

“He is my friend.” I spat without looking at him. “And he would like to see you.” 

 

“I don’t want anyone to come to my house.” 

 

“Shall I refuse him, then?” 

 

“Let him take advantage of my vulnerability,” he said in sarcasm and stormed out of the kitchen. 

 

“What’s wrong with him?” I mumbled, resuming my work. 

 

After an hour, we all sat at the dining table, eating our food quietly. There was a glaring war between Scott and Conan. Instead of sitting next to one of them, I sat between Kat and Archie. I was more than welcome to put a little space between them. I giggled when Archie reached out to Kat and held his hand under the table. Kat grinned and winked and red blots appeared on his face. I loved them. Their love for each other was unconditional. 

 

“So how is your Ink Kingdom’s shooting going? I heard this is Eliot’s big project,” Conan munched his salad while asking Scott. 

 

“It’s fine,” Scott said roughly, ignoring the rest of his words. 

 

“You seem pretty effective in King Ink’s role.” Conan grinned, glancing my way. “I saw a few video clips when I attended Elliot’s 56th birthday party last week.” 

 

“Thanks.” Scott grabbed his wine glass and took a sip. His eyes narrowed on Conan. “How was your weekend?” 

 

 

 

I frowned when he asked that.

 

 

 

Conan let slip a sardonic smile on his lips before leaning against the chair, staring back at Scott. “It was so damn enjoyable with a damn hot woman.” Scott clutched the glass, his jaw clenched and his expression hardened. “You must have asked Camille.” 

 

Scott’s nostrils flared as his shoulders heaved with rapid breathing. 

 

“I forgot to put salt and pepper shakers on the table. Let me get them from the kitchen.” I sprang to my feet and disappeared into the kitchen. I slammed my hand on my chest, feeling my rapid heartbeat. “They are indeed assholes…” I gasped. “Why the hell are they rubbing me between them?”

 

Shaking my head, I reached for the refrigerator and took out a bottle before pouring myself a glass of chilled water. They were undoubtedly real enemies. The atmosphere was so heavy that I was unable to eat and drink properly. I was relieved when cold water went into my system. 

 

“If you don’t stop them, they will start fighting any time soon.” Kat headed into the kitchen with a horrid expression. “You made such delicious food and we’re unable to enjoy it properly.” He pouted. 

 

I almost broke into a laugh but held it back because he appeared to be serious. He really wanted to enjoy my handmade food. He had been telling me for a week to treat him to dinner. 

 

“They are stupid bastards!” Archie entered with his plate in his hand as he was forking the meat. “I really want to kill them for disturbing our dinner. You should have given Scott food in his room.”

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