He's My Kryptonite

19. Trouble

• Camille

"Um, Camille? Somebody is at the door for you."

"Who?" He shrugged.

"I don't know, some Terry Crews looking ass nigga."

"Terry Crews?"

"Yeah, I said it." He spat causing me to laugh. In the middle of my laughing, my stomach turned and I immediately felt sick.

"Can you tell them to come back later?" I groaned. "I can't even get up anyway."

"Why you can't?"

I smacked my lips and gave him the side-eye. "Because my legs are fucking numb that's why." I spat. He chuckle.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"Well I'm kind of curious who this man is. What if I carry you?"

"Carry me downstairs to meet someone but ass naked? I don't think so." I protested.

"I gotchu." He walked over to my dresser and grabbed a hoodie, and some boy shorts. I giggled as he sat me up, slid the hoodie over my head and slid my boy shorts on not before kissing my inner thigh teasingly.

"Your going to fuck around and start something you can't finish." I joked.

"Please. I always finish."

He scooped me up and prepared to walk us downstairs. As he was walking down the steps, I couldn't help but think of my life if I was married to Chris without Candice in the picture. I mean don't get me wrong, I love her to death. But you can't blame a girl for dreaming. Just as Chris got close to the door he put me down.

"Yes?" I question getting the mans full attention.

"Camille Rose?"

"That's me."

"Your father is here to see you." I froze. My father?

"Your father?" Chris mumbled.

The man then walked away and back out to the car. I quickly closed the door and turned to Chris. "How the fuck did he find me?!"

"That's what I want to know!"

"Fuck, I can't see him like this." I exclaimed.

"What you mean? You look fine."

"Yeah but I smell like sex, I have hickeys on my neck, and my ass is hanging out!"

"Calm down. He probably won't even pay attention to all that."

"Sure, help me over to the couch." I mumbled limping my way towards him. He nodded and took me over to the couch where I took the pillow and placed it in my lap.

There was a knock at the door that grab me and Chris attention. Chris looked at me before walking over and answering the door.

"Come in, Mr. Rose sir."

"Thank you." His deep voice replied. He walked in and turn towards me, a smile on his face that soon disappeared when I didn't return it.

"Camille."

"Calvin."

He sighed and sat across from me. Chris being unsure, sat next to me and looked from me to my dad.

"You left your family behind? Again?"

"No they are here. I just sent them off to the hotel." He mentioned. I scoffed. "Who is this?" He asked looking at Chris.

"I'm Chris, Cand—"

"My boyfriend." I spat placing my hand on his knee.

He scoffed. "That explains how you look right now."