Breaking Hollywood [CAMREN]

Chapter 19

Lauren

After feeling sorry for myself for a few minutes, I got mad with the big jerk and decided to do what she'd said to do. So, I took the day off.

Gucci and I went to a dog park and had fun. A lot of people were interested in her, so I got to chatting with a few of them, which was nice, and it took my mind off of Camila the asshole.

After I dropped Gucci back at the apartment and fed her a lunch of hay and carrots, I went shopping alone.

Solo shopping always helps to perk me up.

I bought some new pajamas and sunglasses. And a pair of Choos that I couldn't afford. Also, I bought Gucci a new coat and a water bowl.

When I was done, I stopped and had sushi.

I didn't really feel that hungry, but I thought I'd better eat.

When I finally came back to the apartment, I was expecting to encounter Camila. But there was just Gucci waiting for me.

So, I let her out onto the terrace, cleaned up after her, and then made her dinner. Then, I got started on dinner for Camil and me. Even though I wasn't hungry, I figured she would be.

Turned out, I was wrong because she didn't come home for dinner.

I broke down and texted her at nine to check if she was okay. But she never replied.

And, now, it's ten thirty, and she's not back. She's been out all day.

Even though I'm still mad at her, I am getting kind of worried.

I know she's a grown man, but she's also on crutches, and getting around for her isn't the easiest.

I'm not really sure what to do.

I'm sitting on the sofa with Gucci when there's a commotion of voices and laughter in the hallway.

Picking up Gucci, I get to my feet just as Camila comes hobbling into the living room, minus her crutches, with about ten people accompanying her. And one of those people is beautiful and tall and blonde, and she has his arm around her.

Just like she had it around me last night.

Pain and jealousy shoot up my spine.

"Speedy." Her voice slurs a little, and there's a smirk on her face, but nothing's cheery about the way she's looking at me.

Her eyes are cold and empty. Like she's telling me with her stare thats he doesn't care about me or what happened between us last night.

And it really fucking hurts.

"Is that a goat?" the woman propping her up says.

I ignore her.

"Where are your crutches?" I ask her.

She shrugs. "I lost them."

"You lost them? How the hell do you lose a pair of crutches?"

"I don't know, Mom. I just did."

The blonde laughs. Camila slips out from under her arm and walks—well, staggers closer to me. She reeks of liquor and cigarettes.

"Now, be a good little employee, and get my guests some drinks." She taps me on my nose with her fingertip and moves past me.

Um, what the fuck just happened?

I turn, my eyes following her. "What the hell was that?"

She stops and looks back to me. Her eyes are almost black.

Her friends have all scattered around the living room, some going out onto the terrace.