Room 47 (Camren)

Chapter 4

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You feel renewed after getting a shower and into clean clothes. Your heart has stopped pounding the blood throughout your body at an unusually fast rate and your mind is clear of Camila, well, about as clear of Camila as you can get. You can't stay in here forever though. You've put on a simple t-shirt and jean shorts; you guess you'll be safe if you sunbathe out on the porch. Nothing will happen then right?

You walk back out and the sun is further up in the sky, it's kind of at a perfect angle bearing down onto the chair just outside the kitchen window. You take a chance and peek around the edge of the house toward the chopping block. It's empty, only the axe is left wedged on the stump. You sigh in relief and sit down on the chair. Camila was probably away checking the rest of the land, and this place is huge so you think you're safe. For now.

You've been sunbathing for about 30 minutes when Brad drives up in his truck. You sit up and watch as his grey-haired, small father come out along with Connor.

"You both look like shit" you smirk at them as they all walk up onto the porch.

"Stop yellin'!" Mr. Simpson grumbles at you.

You just laugh because he's usually a grumpy old man anyway but he seems even more so now.

"They have hangovers" Brad says and gives you a faux sympathetic look.

"Would have never have guessed" you say rolling your eyes. You don't know how Mrs. Simpson copes with a family full of immature boys, and that's including the elderly Mr. Simpson. Were you looking into your future here? Were you and Brad maybe going to have kids one day and you'll be stuck in the kitchen doing all the work as they goof off?

You shift in your seat uncomfortably.

Mr. Simpson hobbles inside.

"Woah...who is that?" Connor asks as he nods out toward the distance.

You stand up and see Camila walking over the fields toward the house. She's wearing what she was before and your stomach clenches for several reasons. Here's the thing about the Simpson family boys, they don't hide their attractions, at all.

"Camila, Lauren's counselor, she's also the buyer of this place" Brad says.

Connor frowns and gives you a weird look.

He's a good for nothing southern farm boy and you're a successful woman in the city, yet, you're the one who's feeling embarrassed right now.

"Damn, she is so fucking hot, I think it's about time she said hello to the Connor" he smirks and is running off before you can stop him.

Fuck.

You feel kind of sick. You don't want him meeting her or talking to her or touching her. If you noticed Camila's lack of bra and her sweaty body and...

He certainly will.

"Tell him to back off, Brad," you say warningly.

Brad just chuckles, "That's Connor for ya," he shrugs.