“Chanel!” Cami runs to her butt ass ugly hairless cat. She grabs her and holds it tightly. My eyes lower to her chest as her tank top slides down, nearly revealing everything.
Swallowing hard, I avert my gaze. “Uh, Cami…you might—”
“You need to leave,” she snaps before I can continue. “How’d you get in? The alarm is on and active.”
“Ryan said I could stay here,” I explain. Her brother is my best friend and gave me the keys and security codes. “Told me to make myself at home, but failed to mention you’d be here too.”
“I haven’t had the chance to talk to him yet,” she says. “But it doesn’t matter because you’re not staying.”
“Yes, I am,” I argue. We’re in the middle of a goddamn pandemic, and as New York City is the epicenter of it, it’s the last place I want to be right now. Not to mention, my three dumbass roommates aren’t taking it seriously and will be exposed any day now because they’re not abiding by the CDC guidelines and staying the fuck inside. All of them can work from home, but they are still going out like nothing has happened. “The cabin is plenty big enough for the both of us.”
“Chanel, stop,” she scolds. The hairless rat is trying to wiggle free from her grasp. Bruno just wants to play and keeping him away from Chanel will be difficult.
“Bruno, heel,” I command, but he’s not always the best listener. I swear he gets way too hyper around other people.
“Big or not, my boyfriend, Zane, is coming tomorrow.”
“Alright, so I’ll stay in my area, and you stay in yours. Problem solved.” I grab my duffel bag, then step around the gigantic kitchen island.
“Like hell it is! You can’t. I’m already here and made plans.” She pouts, and it’s stupidly adorable. Cami is used to getting her way, but she won’t this time. I’m not going anywhere.
“Watch me.” I flash her a toothy grin on my way toward the staircase. “I’m guessing you took the master?” I ask over my shoulder, then continue before she responds, “I’ll take one of the guest rooms on the second floor, so you won’t even know I’m here.”
“I doubt it,” she mutters.
Bruno walks behind me, and she squeals when he gets too close. “Don’t worry, he only bites entitled New York princesses.”
“Funny.”
“It’s called having a sense of humor, Cami. Did you lose yours, or is it still up your ass along with that stick that’s been stuck there since we were teens?”
“You know, I could call the cops and have them remove you.”
“Good luck with that. We’re in a national lockdown, and they’re only responding to life or death calls, so in this case, they wouldn’t come to your rescue.” I throw her a wink, then take the steps two at a time with Bruno next to me. Of course, I’m agitating her on purpose, but if I know Cameron St. James as well as I think I do, she’s about to have a rich-girl tantrum.
“You better keep that stupid mutt away from my cat!” she screams as I reach the second floor. “Or I’ll feed him to the mountain lions!”
I snort, shaking my head at her dramatics. Bruno won’t hurt her naked cat, but he’ll have fun taunting them both in the process. And so will I.
Once I walk inside the spare room that Ryan typically uses when he stays here, I set my stuff on the bed and look around. It’s bigger than my entire apartment, and sadly, I’m not even exaggerating. There’s a bathroom down the hall, and the jet tub alone cost more than a year’s worth of my rent.
I sit and look around. Without knowing, you’d never suspect Ryan is a St. James. He’s two years older than me and an ER doctor in the city. While doing his residency, he’s smack-dab in the center of this epidemic, and that scares the shit out of me. Ryan’s humble and loyal to a fault and will work as long as he needs to fight this and save his patients.
Being his best friend growing up, I know all about Cameron and their family’s billion-dollar fashion company. I’m from a completely different world, and the only reason we met is because my mother was their housekeeper for years. When the sitter canceled at the last minute, she’d take me and my little sister, Ava, with her, and though we promised to stay hidden and quiet, the moment Ryan saw us, he encouraged us to play with him. I was ten years old when he showed me that money wasn’t as important as kindness and compassion. A lesson the rest of his family has yet to learn.
Clara St. James didn’t approve of our friendship at first but warmed up to the idea. Her husband, Bradford, was never around to be with his son, and Ryan needed a real friend because he hated his uppity private school classmates. After a while, Clara approved for my mother to bring Ava and me along. Ryan and I developed a strong bond that’s lasted for fourteen years.
Cami was eight at the time and wasn’t allowed to play with us—Ryan’s rules. He couldn’t stand his annoying little sister, but for some reason, he didn’t mind Ava. Probably because she wasn’t a stuck-up sass machine, but I think that’s why she never wanted to play with Cami either. They were the same age but had nothing in common. As time went on, Cami grew on me, and the four of us hung out and played. It was the first time I felt included in a group.
But that was ages ago, and I’m not that boy who easily gets his feelings hurt anymore.
My mother saved as much money as she could and made sure we didn’t go without even though she had nothing. I never knew my dad but didn’t care much about it based on the stories my
