A Place in the Sun - cash au-

Existence, After Losing Him, Would Be Hell

Cameron POV

"Oh, God..." I hear a familiar voice choke out and I stop my movements as I turn to see who interrupted us.

My eyes widen and panic crosses floods my body as I see Nash with his hand over his mouth and a look of pure betrayal and heartbreak on his face. It's like a fog has been lifted from over my brain and I can think clearly.

My life is over. I know it. I know from the look on Nash's face that this is something that will break our relationship.

Nash turns and start running away as soon as my mind is clear.

I spring into action and quickly leave the shower, ignoring Aaron calling my name as I yell out Nash's name. I wrap a towel around my waist as I chase after him. I have to talk to him, I have to explain what happened.

"Nash! Wait, don't leave baby!" I call out and the elevator dings with the door opening as I'm halfway down the hallway.

Nash ignores me and rushes inside the elevator, I can hear him frantically pressing the elevator button. I don't make it in time, the door is closing just as I make it there.

"Fuck!!" I scream and kick the metal door angrily.

I need to get to the condo before Nash leaves. I need to talk to him, to stop him from leaving me. I need to explain how the hell I ended up fucking Aaron in the shower.

Disgust, rage and hatred for myself course through my body as I rush back to the office to get dressed.

Aaron is there and he's leaning against the doorway to the bathroom with a smirk on his face.

I'm sure this went exactly how he planned.

I know he's not the only one to blame for this. I have just as much blame as he does but I'm angry at him. I'm angry at the situation I'm currently in because I allowed myself to relax in Aaron's presence and drink alcohol while working on the contract.

I never drink.

I haven't drank since my senior year at Columbia because I know I don't behave well when I drink. The rational side of my brain is completely gone when I'm drunk. My behavior changes and it's like I'm another person.

That's why I don't drink.

I make shitty decisions when I drink.

I act like my deadbeat father when I drink.

That's why I don't drink.

It's like a perfect storm.

The most stressful time period of my life coupled with exhaustion made me take the glass of vodka that Aaron handed me.

It made me take the second glass until I was no longer sober, until I wasn't thinking straight. Until I let him give me a massage, allowed him to lead me to the shower under the pretense of sobering up before my drive home.

Except that's not what happened.

Somehow I ended up fucking him instead of sobering up.

But Nash's words and his expression was all I needed to sober the fuck up.

"Get the fuck out of my way," I growl at Aaron and when he doesn't move, I move him.