Page 8 of Sophia & Cameron
Her hands clutched at her midsection as she gulped in deep breaths. Then the fury overtook her pain, and she stormed toward the elevator. She didn’t need this drama. She didn’t need a man in her life. Brent had taught her that men couldn’t be trusted, and Cameron’s actions had put the nail so deep into the coffin there was no getting it loose.
And Darcy was right. Sophia looked hot tonight. She wasn’t going to just go back to the hotel room. She’d go find somewhere nice to sit to enjoy the evening and some good food.
Not even ten minutes after she arrived at the fancy restaurant did her phone start vibrating. When she pulled it out, Darcy’s number showed on the caller ID.
Sophia frowned. She hadn’t told Darcy what had happened. The girl was too much of a romantic. It would break her heart, too. If Sophia answered the phone, she’d lose it. Her emotions were running hot, and she couldn’t guarantee that she wouldn’t cry on the spot.
She shook her head and shoved her phone into her back pocket.
“Everything good?”
She looked up into the deep brown eyes of a guy who was only about six inches taller than she was. He was handsome enough, but he didn’t make her feel like Cameron did. Sophia smiled and swallowed hard. “Just peachy.”
He jerked his chin toward the dance floor where people were slow dancing. “Wanna dance?”
“Love to.” She moved with him toward the dance floor. He wasn’t the first guy who asked her, and he wouldn’t be the last. She’d spend the rest of the night doing her best to forget the guy who had managed to steal a piece of her heart that, up until tonight, hadn’t been damaged beyond repair.
About an hour later, she felt his presence. She didn’t know what it was about him that spoke to her soul, but the instant he stepped into the venue, the hair on her arms lifted and her heart stumbled. It was as if the universe was playing a cruel joke on her—pushing the two of them together when she didn’t have anything left to give him.
She fought the urge to look in his direction. She wouldn’t give him the chance to see just how much he’d hurt her. But somehow her eyes betrayed her, and they looked directly at him.
He stood several yards from where she danced with some guy. She wasn’t going to waste her time learning their names. They were all the same. But they could make her forget the pain she felt for long enough to keep her distracted.
Cameron looked mad.
More than mad, he was furious. His hands were balled into fists, and his stance told everyone to steer clear. It was probably the reason no girls were approaching him. He was too far away for her to see much more than that, so she glared right back and returned her focus to the guy who had her crushed up against his chest.
She could feel his eyes locked onto her no matter how much small talk she attempted to make with the guy she clung to. Part of her wanted Cameron to hurt just like she was, while the other part of her reveled in the knowledge that he was probably just jealous that she was here with someone else.
A blur came out of nowhere, and the guy she was dancing with was pushed off her. When her eyes focused on the reason, she gasped. “Cameron!”
He whirled on her after telling the guy to beat it. “What are you doing, Red?” he demanded.
She folded her arms. “That’s not my name.”
Cameron stepped into her space. “So, tell me what it is,” he snarled with exasperation.
“No.”
His brows shot up. “Seriously?” He huffed out an angry laugh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “So you finally agree to go out with me, then ditch me. Was this all a game?”
“You tell me,” she snapped.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he demanded.
Before she could respond, a deep voice spoke behind her. “Is there a problem here?”
“No—”
“Yes, actually, there is.” She turned to find a guy with dark hair and dark eyes. He was cute enough and almost as tall as Cameron. They were eyeing each other like they were ready to start the next big war. She put on her best flirtatious smile. “Can we get out of here?”
“Red—”
She didn’t bother looking at him as she reached out and touched the stranger’s upper arm with a trace of her finger. “I could really go for some ice cream. What do you say?”
He smiled down at her and draped his arm around her shoulder, then led her away from Cameron and the wreckage he’d been responsible for.
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