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for you?” My eyes drank her in and still…nothing. Sure, she looked good today, with her hair down in soft curls and a clean face, but it was all an act. Cynthia was a viper in disguise. She liked the idea of me, and the money my family had.
    “Go out with me tonight.” It wasn’t a question. She sauntered across the room and kneeled down next to me. Her breasts were pushed together, and her lips were puckered. If this was her way of enticing me, she fell very short.
    “I make no promises, Cynthia.” What the fuck was I doing?
    Her eyes lit up then. She leaned in close and laid a tiny kiss on my cheek. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
    “I’m sure you can.” Cynthia’s touch repulsed me. Hers weren’t the lips I craved, and that pissed me off. Fuck Amanda for playing with me and the life I had created for myself. “Now, get back to work, and I’ll talk to you before we leave tonight.”
    She stood up then and sashayed her hips across my office and through the door. My cock couldn’t have been softer.

    It was around the early afternoon that I grew enough balls and called Amanda. My chest heaved with every breath I took as I brought up her name in my contacts. Nerves wracked me. Deep inside, I knew I was making a huge mistake, but it couldn’t be stopped.
    As much as I craved her, I needed my independence more.
    “Hello.” She answered on the third ring. Just hearing her sweet voice made me feel sick—I was going to hurt her. There just was no other way.
    “Amanda.” Since when did I call her by her first name?
    “Hey, Camden. I swear I’ll be on time.” I didn’t laugh at her joke. Didn’t find any humor at all in what the last few sessions with her had done to me. This was all her fault, not mine. “Is everything okay?”
    No, it fucking isn’t.
    “Yeah…” I lied, and cleared my throat of the sudden knot stuck there. “Listen, I have to cancel today’s appointment. Something’s come up, and I need to leave within the next few minutes. Sorry.” Tone cold and detached, let her make of it what she will. Amanda should hate me. It was the best thing that could happen.
    She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Is everything okay? Can I help—”
    “No,” I yelled out. “Seeing you will crumble my resolve.” The last part I mumbled too low for her to make out.
    “Are you sure?”
    “I don’t need your help, Amanda. Everything will be fine, okay? We’ll reschedule once I’m back.”
    “Okay.” What else could she say? Don’t go? It wouldn’t have stopped me. My mind had been made up. “Don’t worry, Camden. I’ll see you...” I hung up before she finished, the dissapointment in her voice crushing me.
    “Who kicked your puppy?” Oliver asked, and I snapped back to the present. After ending my phone call with Amanda, I just stood there, looking at the small piece of plastic in my hand with distaste.
    For the first time since I could remember, I felt remorseful.
    “What?” My answer only caused him and his wife to laugh.
    “You okay, Cam?” Was I? No.
    “I will be.” Somday. Maybe. Fuck you, gatita.
    “Okay.” Stacy giggled and pulled herself closer to Oliver. He smiled at her action. Innocent yet coquettish. She needed the closeness. “We’re heading to Rage tonight with some friends, you down?”
    “Yes.” Fuck, yes, I was. A night out in one of Miami’s hottest clubs would do wonders for my cock. “Is Cynthia coming?”
    “Why would I invite that bitch?” It was no secret that both women hated each other. Sure, they were cordial while on the clock, but off it was another story. I’d stopped enough fights between them to last me a lifetime.
    Then why was I adding fuel to that fire by forcing them together?
    “She’s my date for the night,” I stated and watched the disgust overtake both their features.
    “It’s your dick that’ll rot off,” Stacy replied snidely.
    Oliver laughed before adding, “Meet us at ten by the lower level bar.”