A Recipe for Disaster (Clash Of Cliches Book 2)

Chapter 13- Social Experiment is Over

Chapter 13- Social Experiment is Over.

I was downstairs doing laundry later that same night when Kameron walked into the hallway leading to his room. As he passed the laundry room, he spotted me and hesitated. I swallowed hard as I looked at him, unable to stop the remorse from surfacing. I had been so mean to him in the morning, and it turned out to be completely unwarranted.

"Oh, shit, didn't know you were down here," he started, biting his lip as he paused outside the door.

Nodding, I shut the lid of the top loading dryer. "Yeah, just doing a load of laundry."

"I just got home," Kameron said, leaning against the doorjamb, his toned arms folded across his chest. "Meeting, then late-night training."

In the back of my mind, I faintly heard Deshaun's voice crowing, 'that endorsement money!' "Oh, yeah, I heard about your endorsement deal. Congratulations," I said, my voice ringing with pure sincerity. Of course I was sincere. Endorsements were a big deal in the athletic world, and, as dad always told us, you were only as big as your last endorsement.

A look of surprise flitted quickly onto his face and was gone just as fast. "Thank you," he replied, a tentative smile turning up the corners of his lips.

He turned to leave, and I instinctively reached out and lightly touched his elbow before my brain had even caught up to what my body was doing. Twisting his neck to look at me, Kameron raised his eyebrows quizzically. I cleared my throat, dropping my hand from his elbow.

"Kameron- I just wanted to say sorry for this morning." The puzzled light in his eyes gave way to understanding, a look that emboldened me to take a deep breath and continue. "It was none of my business, and I shouldn't have made assumptions."

Sighing, Kameron leaned against the wall opposite the laundry room door, eyeing me frankly. "I'm guessing Deshaun told you what really happened?"

"Yeah." I hung my head shamefacedly.

Apologies are not my strong suit.

Kameron shrugged his broad shoulders. "I told you I didn't sleep with her." he sounded suitably reproachful, and I didn't blame him.

But...

Slumping against the dryer, I looked up at Kameron, a dejected expression on my face. "What does that matter to me though? This thing we have- it's not going to turn into anything real- anything serious." Massaging the bridge of my nose, I added, "You're having your fun, and it will lead nowhere."

You knew it would lead nowhere, yet you went along with it anyway, so who's the dumbass, Janessa?

I knew that I was right, though. Messing around with Kameron was one thing, even though we didn't have any type of mutual understanding and were just acting on lust and hormones. But if any of us caught feelings- if I caught feelings- it could change everything. And I for one didn't want to be the dumbass left crying into my pillow over Kameron while he was living his best life with his groupies. No, it was better to just let it burn. I needed to stop this while I still had my wits about me. Kameron was gorgeous, and guys who were that gorgeous were trouble, in my humble experience.

"I can't be the only one having fun if you're involved." A small smile. "It takes two, BB."

Growling softly to myself, I snapped, "I know it takes two. That's why I'm trying to say..."

I stopped, my hands twisting nervously as my fingers pulled at the drawstrings of my sweatpants.

"What are you trying to say, Ness?" Kameron asked softly, taking a step towards me as his brow creased slightly.