Unthinkable

Chapter 12 :

"Emily's your fiancé?". Ethan ask, a little hurt in his voice.

Well technically I'm his fake fiancé , not by my own free will I might add.

Wait so let me get this thing clear. Ethan, the guy I sort of , kind of like is cousins with the man I confessed to loving? . And here I am thinking my life couldn't get any better.

Cam nods and intertwines his fingers with mine. I was shock and my eyes went wild.

Wasn't he just giving me the cold shoulder?. Wow this is confusing.

"And we have a slight date to attend to". Cam says with a warm smile on his face.

"We do?". I ask confused.

"Yes, we'll catch up with you later". Cam says to Ethan and pulls me out of his office and into the elevator. Once the doors shut he turns to look at me. Letting go of my hand in the process.

"What?". I ask tapping away at my fingers.

"Are you banging my cousin?". He asks me coldly.

"Oh please, you haven't said a word to me in over a week and want to ask if I'm having sex with your cousin?". I shot at him angrily. I point my finger in his face."Your an ass".

The elevator doors fly open and I charge my way outside, not once looking behind me. Once I was inside a cab I sat there and pondered.

How could I of fallen in love with such a selfish jerk? . Oh right, because he sweet talked you and you fell for it.

I face palm myself and pick up my ringing phone.

"Hello bride to be". Ethan's voice says at the other end.

"Don't say that........EVER". I semi yell at him.

"I know my cousin can be a jerk". He says with a chuckle.

"Jerk? That's not the word". I roll my eyes.

He's more of a selfish ignorant asshole. With a handsome face of course.

"Maybe we can have dinner and talk about it?".

"Your flirting with me knowing I'm engaged to your cousin?, Why am I smiling?". I laugh and get out of the cab.

"I'll text you the details". He hangs up.

Why am I getting these ideas that I should hurt Cam? . Something has seriously happened to you Emily Johnson.

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I had a box of Popeye's in my hand as I knock on Carly's apartment door. I hear locks being unlocked and her bright face. Her hair was messy and she looks like she had just gotten up.

"I'm an ass, I know  .....I'm so sorry for blaming you". I apologize.

"Took you long enough, is that for me?". She points towards the box of chicken.

I nod and step inside. Her place was a decent size, also known as my second home. I made my way over to the kitchen and grab two plates as she pours out soda in two plastic cups.

We plop down on the couch. She dives into her chicken as I take a bite of my chicken leg.

"I feel like you just saved my life, I haven't eaten in ages". She informs me.

"Or, your just being dramatic". We both laugh. I take a sip of my juice.

"So....what's the plan?".