Once Upon A Slap

(21) You Know What? I'm Done With Life

**Chapter 21**

"For fuck's sake Catty, get out!" He shouted, pointing towards the door. Anger radiated off of him in waves as he glowered down at me. I have to say, he looked hot when he was angry.

I recalled the conversation both Cameron and I had an hour ago. Right now, it was 3:30 in the afternoon. Cameron was attempting to teach me how to make bread; the basic food that was sold at the bakery.

Alas, I had managed to scorch dough worth three entire loaves of bread. I had even accidently sneezed into a large bowl of flour, thus sending every last bit of the white dust flying around the kitchen.

That was Cameron's last straw; he yelled at me for a few moments but when he realized I wasn't paying him any attention-I know, I should've been but how could I concentrate with how hot he looked in an apron? I mean, come on. I couldn't even tell him why I was distracted because it was already embarrassing enough thinking about it.-he settled with kicking me out. I'm positive that I'm fired.

I wondered if anybody else knew that he owned that bakery and worked in it as a chef, a good one, at that. I'm not going to hold it over him, though. I think it's cute that he's so passionate about something.

Open the door - Cammie.

Yes, I had set Cameron's contact name as 'Cammie.' If he could set my name as Catty, then I will set his as Cammie. I furrowed my brows. Was he going to professionally fire me or something? Sighing, I picked myself up from the couch and opened the door a crack so that I could only see his face. I'm not sure if I wanted Cameron and Rexie together and in the same house right now.

"What do you want?" I asked, gruffly. What? If he can't accept the fact that he's about to have a child and that he's going to have to settle down, then I shouldn't even be talking to him. He was lucky I was. I should've walked out the second I found out he was the owner of the bakery but I didn't. I couldn't help myself; he looked so cute and vulnerable in his apron with flour dotting his face, indicating he had been hard at work. I couldn't possibly leave. Although, I'm not about to go easy on him now.

"Let me in." Cameron demanded but there was a twinge of pleading to his tone. I stepped back, confused at his blank expression. He entered and plopped himself down onto my favourite recliner which I was seated on moments ago.

"Get up, that's my seat." I scowled at him, my arms folded against my chest. I stood in front of him defiantly. That was my seat; nobody else was allowed to sit on it. He patted his lap, smirking slightly. My scowl deepened. When I wouldn't move, he too frowned.

"What's the big deal? It's just a seat." He spoke, giving me an odd look.

"No, it's not just any seat," I countered.

"That's Orean's seat." After realizing what I just said, a small gasp escaped me.

No, no, no, no. This can't be happening. I let it slip. Fuck, I let it slip.

A wave of confusion overtook Cameron.

"Who's Orean?" He asked the well awaited question.

Who's Orean? My everything. Sean's my every god damn thing.

"Nobody." I spoke, lying. How could I call him nobody? He was my everything; my heart, my soul, my life and very well my only reason to have wanted to live. I choked back tears but a few slipped. There goes my vow of never crying. Cameron narrowed his eyes accusingly.

"I don't like it when you lie to me, Catty." He told me, getting up from his seat, standing centimetres from me. His hot breath fanned over my face.