Page 30 of Her Filthy Grump
“Why didn’t you call me?” He stomps through the threshold, and eyes Kameron up and down. “You should have called me.”
“Ignore him. He has nothing to do with this. He’s the equivalent of an Uber driver. Pretend he’s not here.” I run my tongue over my top teeth, making a smacking sound as I dismiss him.Asshole.
Chapter Eighteen
Kameron
So, this is what it feels like to be on the wrong side of little Miss Sunshine. I’m surprised she didn’t wave her hand in the air and say, ‘Bye. Bye, Felicia.’
Gavin studies her. “I heard he saved you from George Butler.”
“Yeah.” She shrugs. “He did.”
“Don’t you think you should be a little more thankful.”
Her chin tips out, and my heart slams into my throat. Is she going to rat me out? Wonderful. Gavin’s going to kick my ass. The muscles in my back tighten in anticipation of a gut punch. George punches like a pussy. There’s no way Gavin does. And then, he’ll tell the chief, and he’ll castrate me for letting this entire night happen.
“I’ve thanked him enough.”
“Fine. As long as you’ve thanked him.” He shakes his head and grabs Layla by the upper arms. “You could have gotten hurt. What were you doing climbing out the window in the first place?”
“To get away from George,” she sighs. “He cornered me at the bar after Kameron left.”
His eyebrows arch together. “Kameron left?”
“Yes, I was talking to Kameron, and he got up and left.”
“Were you drinking?”
“Yes.”
Gavin drops my arms and spins around. “You left her alone at the bar drunk?”
“Hey, I didn’t say I was drunk.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Don’t you dare make this about anyone but George. He’s a total fucking creep. It wasn’t because I was drinking, and it wasn’t because Kameron’s a pussy.”
“What?” Gavin jerks backward, and his eyes shift between the two of us.
Fuck. She went there.She smirks as I squirm. Gavin thinks of Layla like his little sister. His pure, sweet sister. The one who’s never been tainted by the bad boy. And she knows it. She’s intentionally trying to get my ass kicked.
I should be pissed, but I deserve it. I promised myself I’d stay away from her. And what did I do? The first time we were alone, I ravished her.
She deserves someone better than me. What do I have to give? My mom–she left. My dad’s second marriage lasted two months, and she skipped too.
Gavin’s hands ball into fists as if he’s finally reading the room’s tension and is ready to explode. “What’s going on?”
“He wouldn’t play me in a game of pool.”
“Pool?” Gavin glowers. “You expect me to believe that?”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “I suck at pool.” I can’t believe she saved my ass. Gavin wouldn’t want someone like me sniffing around Layla.
“Whatever.” Gavin rolls his eyes. “You two play your games, but Layla is a classy woman. You ‘hit it and quit it,’ and I’ll kick your ass. Along with my two brothers.” He arches his eyebrows. “And when my uncle finds out, he’ll lose his mind. Do you understand?”
“It’s not like that.” I raise my hands in defense. “We…. It’s not like that.”
“Nothing’s going on.” Layla grabs Gavin’s arm and leads him to the sofa. Her limp is more pronounced as she walks. “Kameron was kind enough to drive me home, and now, he’s leaving.”
“You need to sit down and rest your ankle.” I glance toward the kitchen. “Where’s a towel I can use? You should ice it before it swells too much.”