My Angel Baby

Chapter Eight

*Sia*

I watched him leave.

And I didn't say anything about overhearing their conversation either. So, Cameron was going to have his heat cycle soon. That was nice of Bill to allow him time off because of it. And it doesn't bother me one bit that he was planning to go out tonight to have some stranger to caress his body and do all kinds of pleasurable things with him.

Nope, doesn't bother me at all.

In fact, he can screw all the guys in the world, and I would be okay with it. He can go out there to find some good looking Alpha who was more than willing to give him exactly what he needs. Honestly, it's not getting to me.

"Sia."

I mean what do I care what he does with his own time? Sure, he's Tristan's best friend so maybe I should look out for him a little. But he's a grown ass adult that can do whatever the hell he wants.

"Sia."

It's not like I have a problem with him going out there looking for anyone just to fuck his brains out, someone who will see him naked, kiss those lips, and give him the release he's obviously looking for.

The sudden memory of his moaning sounds from the other night plague my mind like a sledgehammer.

Yep. Not fucking bothered at all.

"Sia!"

"What?!" I snap.

"I think the counter is pretty much clean fifteen minutes ago, you can see your damn reflection in it." Toby snaps right back.

I look down at the counter realizing I was wiping it a little too hard. I had completely zoned out thinking nothing but of Cameron and his potential night. Throwing the towel in the bucket on the ground behind the counter I look at the time. Shift started five minutes ago, and I wasn't even aware of it.

"You alright there buddy?" Bill asks me as he comes up to the counter on the other side.

People were already starting to trickle in. "Yep. Fine." I say as Toby, a part timer, starts taking the first orders of the night.

"You seem a little tense."

I turn to grab a few mugs for some draft beers I overheard one of the customers requested. "Just getting ready for the night, is all."

"Mmhm." He gives me a look but doesn't say anything as he walks away starting a conversation with one of the locals of this place.

And me, I couldn't help but look up at the clock on the wall at the time. What time was he planning to head out to the city? Was he going to wait a couple of hours or head out right away? Why did I even care?

Once my first break hit at seven thirty I immediately called Tristan.

"Hey!" His voice sounded a bit chipper this evening making me wonder if Axel was home for the night.

"Hey, I wanted to call and see how you were holding up." I shuffle on my feet, looking at the breakroom door for any of the other employees who might interrupt.

Namely, Bill.

"I'm doing alright. Axel's home so everything is good."

Knew it. Tristan only sounded that happy when Axel was around. "How's the baby?"

"Good. Kicking up a storm and demanding weird food combinations. But good."

"Cool." I say and bit my lower lip.

Silence ensues. "Okay, what is it?" He asks with a tone bordering knowing that I called for a specific reason.

"Nothing. Just wanted to call my favorite person in the world and see how he was doing." I play it off.