BitterSweet

Chapter 35

I'm now sitting across the room at the bar as I watch her smiling and laughing with the women that surround her; my family. She's looked around the room a few times and I've come to the conclusion she's looking for me because she'll always pause when she finds me only to quickly look away and no longer look around. Then she starts again at the last place she saw me, if I'm not there, she looks around until she spots me. We will talk at some point tonight even if I have to kidnap her.

My blood boils when I see Hailee's brother, Tristan put his arm around Camila's waist and pulls her close. And what's worse, she lets him! As he leans in close and whispers in her ear, I grip my drink glass so tightly, I'm surprised it hasn't shattered. She's clearing enjoying whatever he's saying to her, smiling sweetly at him, even going as far as giggling. Fuck, I miss her giggle. He says something else to her and I find myself trying to read his lips.

"Another round, sir?" The bartender asks me of my empty glass.

"No." I snap like he just interrupted my chance at hearing what Tristan said, but it's impossible for me to hear anything at this distance and my lip reading skills have never been that great.

"Anything else you need, sir?" He continues to bother me. I don't say anything, I just turn to glare at the bartender. Go. Now.

Turning my attention back towards Camila, she smiles at Tristan while she nods her head and sets her drink down. This fucker leads her towards the dance floor just as a slow song begins to play, and of course it has to be about love. No. Fucking. Way. I will not stand by and let her dance with this fucker to a song talking about loving her. I see my opportunity to get to her. I'll take her away from him while they're dancing, men cut in all the fucking time.

Standing from the bar, ready to take her away from him, I march my way towards the dance floor.

"Shawn, there you are." Lauren pops in front of me out of nowhere. Shit like this has been happening all night. People unintentionally interrupting my chance at getting to Camila. It's not going to work this time.

"Not now." I push passed her.

"I want to leave." She pulls my arm back to stop me.

"Then leave."

"You're my ride."

"I drove your car." I don't see what the problem is.

"I'm wearing heels." She says like that would explain why she can't drive.

"Then take them off or you can grab a taxi."

"I'm your fiancé." She says like it's absurd that I suggested this to her.

"About that." I finally turn my attention away from Camila and towards Lauren as I run my hand through my hair. She stands waiting for me to continue with her hands on her hips and her brow raised.

"The deal is off."

"What?!"

"You heard me. I'm not going through with it."

"You can't do that."

"I can and I did." I explain. "We're done."

"What are you going to do about getting money for your company? You need me just as much as I need you, Shawn Mendes, it's $100,000."

I shake my head at her because it's no longer about the money. I don't want it. Not if I can't have Camila.

"I'll give you more," She insists, "how much do you want?"

"Are you fucking serious?"

"As a heartbeat."

"Why?"