|Book 2|
𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃
Carter.
He's hurt. He feels pain. He's full of so much rage.
He puts up a front that fools everyone but the ones that are truly close to him. Carter is angry. The one woman he thought understood everything in h...
*If some of you haven't, please go check out the ending of chapter fifteen. I changed it because I did not like how I wrote it or ended it of. It slightly changed.
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CAMILLE
I stared at myself in the mirror while combing the tangles out of my freshly washed hair. I had just gotten out the shower and I was dressed in a simple black long sleeve shirt and leggings.
I was here in the hotel by myself and Ace was downstairs still punching bags. We haven't really been around each other since our heads clashed.
I sighed. My father has been a nail stuck in our bodies and won't ever come out. I have been over it.
My cell rang and I looked down to see my brother calling. I clicked the green icon and pressed the phone to my ear.
"What's up, Carter?" My voice calm.
"I need you to go to Paris with me."
Inhaling then exhaling tiredly. "Why?"
"Cartron is there." He didn't have to tell me more than that.
"The flight?"
"Couple of days." He says while I walk out the bathroom and finding a spot on my side of the bed.
"Great." Just then the hotel room door opened and in walked a sweaty Ace. "Call me later about the details. I got to go."
"Alright." And with that, we ended the call after I love you exchange.
Ace dropped a duffle bag by the wall and wiped his face with a small white plush towel. It took a moment for him to settle and look my way.
"Can we talk?" He queried.
I shrug. "Should we? I think your mind is made up." I said, calmly.
He sighed and sat on the bed and I frowned. He was sweaty and he was sitting on our bed. "Can you not sit on the bed. You need a shower."
Ignoring what I said, he spoke up. "I'm sorry how I spoke to you but you know why I'm on edge."
I ran my fingers through my hair. "Why so suddenly. My father has been gone for a month now and you're paranoid to the max so suddenly. You lost me, honestly."
"I don't want to see you hurt, Camille."
Our eyes met and mine soften a bit. "I love that you care so much about me but I'm not much of a useful target in my father's eyes. It's Carter. Actually my niece. And I can take care of myself. I proved it in Colorado, remember?"
A smirk played on his lips and I couldn't hold back the smile at the memories. We've come to a stable beginning now.
"Alright, I'm sorry. Can we call a truce?" His hand landed on my thigh, squeezing it a bit.
