WORKING FOR CAMERON DALLAS *BWWM

Chapter 16: Suicide

My phone is buzzing out of control with notifications as I'm leaving my hotel room, finally. I meet Cameron in the front of his door, with a sour look on my face.

"What's that look for?"

I stare at my phone and show him what I see. He reads from it, silently. He then grabs it and looks more into it. I want to cry.

"Is this real?" He asks.

I just nod.

"I'm sick of this sh*t!"

"No, Cam--"

"Cene, no! This has gone too far. Have you ever heard of children killing themselves because of cyber bullying?"

"I'm not going to kill myself." I reach for my phone and he pulls back.

"Regardless, words are too powerful and I'm not putting up with it as long as I work at this damn store. Let's go!"

Cameron grabs my back and we go downstairs to check-out. In his car, he's totally furious, swerving in and out of lanes, stopping swiftly and revving the engine. "I didn't mean to holler at you, Cene."

"It's fine Cameron. It's not your problem. It's mine."

"As a manager, it's my responsibility to handle anything that has to do with employees bullying each other. And as my girl, it's your job to let me handle it."

I like how he's still claiming me. Let's just see how he acts when we get back home. The girls from the store are openly bashing me online and are bold enough to tag and @ me in their tweets. They're bitter from me winning the contest. I hate being hated like this. I stare out the window, teary eyed, thinking about how to handle myself when I get back to the store tomorrow. And I wonder how they're going to treat me.

"I'm sorry still." He rubs my thigh. I just shake my head, trying to hold back tears. I start sniffing in my efforts and Cameron grunts a little, holding the back of my neck. He then grabs my hand, trying to comfort me while driving fast.

"How much money do I get from the contest?" I try to change the subject.

"Uh..you get 20% plus the commission you made. 4 grand."

I try to compose my excitement and smile wide. "Good. I'll wipe my tears with my paper."

Cameron busts out in laughter.

"Then I'll wipe my ass with it." I laugh. "Do you have any tissues?"

"No, babygirl. You can use my jacket." I pull his hoodie from the backseat.

"I have eyeliner on, though."

"Perfectly fine." He smiles, switching lanes. "You gonna take me out to eat and shopping though right?"

"If you're nice to me in the mean time."

"I'm always nice."

I give him that look. He laughs and stares back forward. "Look in that glove compartment and pull out that envelope for me please?"

I do so. It's thin.

"Open it up, babygirl."

I pull out its contents and hold 2 Rihanna tickets and 2 Lakers tickets. My eyes light up. I forgot all about this! Cameron grins at me.

"Hmmmm! Which to choose? Which to choose?" I analyze the two and finally make my choice.

"Rihanna, huh?" He asks.

"Without a doubt." I smile.

"Not a bad choice. She's bad."

"She's hot. So what happens to the Lakers tickets?"