“Gonna have to drink mine with alcohol just to deal with your ass.”
Elijah releases a deep howl. “Oh, you and me both, princess.”
I take the stairs to my room, drop off Chanel’s dishes, then go back to see Elijah dancing in the kitchen as he flips an omelet. It’s amusing to watch a six-foot-something guy who enjoys the great outdoors move around like Channing Tatum. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was a mountain man stuck in the city. I know he works in real estate, but I’m not sure exactly what that entails.
“If you ever give up on real estate, you should take up stripping. Bet you’d get lots of singles tucked into your G-string.”
Eli faces me, popping a brow. “You picturing me in my underwear now? I think we’re gonna have to discuss boundaries…” he taunts, and I roll my eyes.
Grabbing my phone, I notice Zane finally messaged me.
Zane: Not gonna make it.
What the fuck? I sit at the table and furiously type a response.
Cameron: What do you mean? Where are you?
Zane: Staying in the city.
Cameron: Why? I thought we were going to be together during this time.
Zane: I don’t think this is working out for me anymore.
My blood pressure rises, and I grow more frustrated with each passing second.
Cameron: What the fuck are you talking about, Zane? We had plans!
Zane: I think we should see other people, Cameron. Indefinitely.
Shifting in my chair, I ball my hand into a fist and see red. How fucking dare he break up with me over a text message?
Cameron: GO TO HELL, ASSHOLE!
“Okay, one ham and regular fat cheese omelet is ready.” When Elijah places the plate in front of me, the steam from the food floats toward my face. I wish I could ignore what just happened with Zane, but I’m so fired up that I’m seeing red. “Bon appétit. Do you want orange juice or just your coffee? OJ is full of calcium and vitamin C, which we need at a time like this, so I brought plenty. I’ll even share it with a princess.” He chuckles.
Eli chats as if nothing is wrong while I can’t think straight because I’m in shock. I’m not heartbroken over the loss of Zane, but his text definitely blindsided me. I should be upset, considering we’ve been together for two years, but I’m more outraged than anything. Why are guys such pricks?
As I push back, the chair scrapes along the floor. I stand and grab my mug off the table. “Don’t bother.”
Instead of giving Eli an explanation, I rush to my bedroom before I have an emotional breakdown.
Zane can kiss my ass.
He made me believe he wanted a future with me, but if he’s staying in the city, that means he’s not alone. The bastard is probably with another chick, and considering how easy it was for him to break up with me, he’s more than likely been cheating the entire time.
Fuck him.
Chapter Four
ELIJAH
What the hell just happened?
I scratch my head at Cameron’s sudden mood change and abrupt departure. She can’t honestly be that upset I teased her about the damn cheese. That’d be a stretch even for Cameron St. James.
“Well, I guess it’s just you and me, Bruno.” I shrug, setting my plate and juice down on the table. The espresso machine looks complicated, and I had planned to figure it out later, but now I’m contemplating taking a shower and going back to bed to restart this weird as fuck day.
Moments later, Cami stomps down the staircase, and I watch in silence as she marches to the kitchen. I stab a piece of meat with my fork and shove it into my mouth, keeping my eyes on her. When she’s not shouting at me or having a tantrum, she’s quite breathtaking. Blond hair sweeps along her face and shoulders, her shining blue eyes glance around as her nostrils flare.
“Digging out the alcohol already?” I ask with amusement as she grabs the vodka from the top shelf in the liquor cabinet. Her mood shift has me eager to find out what the hell happened because she obviously has a problem.
She ignores me, opens the bottle, and takes a long swig. My eyebrows pop up, impressed that she swallows it down so easily.
“Did I drive you to drink already?” I grin, waiting to see if she cracks.
She brings the bottle back to her lips, downing another long swig.
“Damn, killer. I made you breakfast, gave you a dance show, and pissed you off all before ten? That’s gotta be a new record for me.”
“It’s not you,” she says calmly, gripping the neck and swinging it as she walks to the table. “Zane broke up with me in a text message.”
I hadn’t expected that. Dropping my fork, I say, “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”
She sits across from me and gives me a side-eye. “No, you’re not.”
“Actually, I am. I was hoping he’d bring pot.”
Cami laughs, and it’s the sweetest, most genuine sound I’ve heard since we both arrived. “You mean you didn’t bring any?”
“Of course, I did. But I figured a rich boy like him would have the good stuff. If you want to wallow, I’ll share mine with you.” I flash a grin.
“How nice of you,” she deadpans. “I don’t smoke it with him. He looked like an idiot but did it around his stupid friends to seem cooler than he was.”
That’s not surprising. Zane’s a fucking moron, especially if he broke up with her.
I inhale half my omelet. “I can teach you. I brought my pipe.”
“A pipe? Oh, my God. What are you, eighty?” She crosses her legs on the chair. Right now, in her non-designer tank top and cotton shorts, she looks normal. Not at all like she’ll inherit billions of dollars before she turns thirty.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Would you prefer to be classier and smoke it rolled in a joint?” I
