Page 66 of His to Seduce
But when in the hell would life turn easy for me?
I left the park, trudging along the path where I’d just run, and ripped my earbuds out of my ears. The fast-speed hip-hop playlist I ran to was suddenly no match for my mood.
With tears streaking down my cheeks, I didn’t bother brushing them away as I reached the main drag and headed for home. I had new plans to make, lists to create, and it wouldn’t do me well to waste a moment of time feeling sorry for myself.
A loud honk from behind startled me and I jumped, turning to look at the car that had made the noise.
“Shit,” I muttered as I saw David behind the wheel of his Escalade. He pulled up to a stop right next to me, and I lost the thin strand of thought I’d been grasping.
“What happened? Why aren’t you at work?” he shouted over the roar of his engine through the passenger-side window.
He must have seen the tears on my face because he leaned over and threw open the door, making me jump back to avoid it smacking me in the face.
“Get inside, Camden.”
I shook my head and swiped across my cheeks. “I need to walk.”
“Camden.” His eyes narrowed. “Get in the car. Or I’m following you home and all the cars behind me will be pissed.”
I looked behind him. There were only three, but the woman in a red MINI Cooper seemed to be two seconds away from blaring on her little car’s horn.
“I’d really like to walk.”
“You’re crying and in no condition to be alone. I’d really like you to get into my fucking car before I throw you into it.”
It was a three-mile walk back home and I was exhausted. I wanted the air, but I really, really didn’t want to cause a scene.
“Fine,” I grumbled and climbed in. When I pulled the door shut and buckled my seatbelt, David pulled back into the street.
