A Bad Romance |C.D.

Chapter 3

Cameron's POV:

"I don't know what to do," I sighed laying down on my bed, "She hasn't talked to me in two whole days!"

"Why do you even care?" Nash asked looking over at me, " it's not like she means anything to you. I mean she's your little fuck buddy."

Or is she more than that?

Brooklyn's POV:

"I can't make him jealous, LOX, when he doesn't like me," I sighed.

"Oh yes you can," She smiled, "Cameron loves your body and loves you in bed. So just be all touchy and flirty around guys in front of him. And let me do your outfit, hair, and makeup today."

Mahogany LOX is a very smart girl.

An hour later I was looking at Mahogany's reflecting in the mirror. Hate to say this but I look hot.

I was in a lace peach strap bandeau, white high waisted skater skirt, floral cardigan, and brown sandals on.

My hair was curled and makeup was perfect.

"Don't forget our plan," Mahogany said smiling at me.

Cameron's POV:

"I can't believe you said that to him!" I heard Brook screech.

"He deserved it!" LOX giggled as they both walked in.

My eyes landed on Brook.

She looked extremely hot.

Wait no beautiful.

I heard Jack G. let out a whistle earning jealousy from me and a slap to the head from Sam.

"Hey Tay," Brook smiled sitting really close to him.

"Hey B," He grinned wrapping his arm around her.

What the?

"Scoot over!" Mahogany said.

I watched as Taylor places Brook on his lap.

She looked over at me and winked before smirking at me.

Is she trying to make me jealous? Because it's working.

It's been 2 hours. 2 hours of her flirting and all touchy with the guys. And the thing that made it worse is that they did the same thing back.

I pulled out my phone and texted her.

What are you doing?!?
-Cameron

I heard her let out a small laugh.

What are you talking about, Babe?
-Brook 😍

I glared down at the message.

All up on Taylor? Your mine!
-Cameron

I'm not yours. I'm to young for you and you hate me. Remember? But that never stopped you before. Those countless nights you moaned as I screamed your name. Didn't seem like age bothered you then, or that you hated me, Dallas.
-Brook 😍

I groaned looking down at the message.

Her screams started to come in my head turning me on.

Not a good place for that, Cameron!

I quickly stood up and ran out of the room and to my hotel room.

Not a minuet later I heard my door shut.

I turned around and there stood Brooklyn.

"Couldn't take it?" She asked biting her lip.

She looked so sexy when she does that.

She walked up to me and placed her hands on my chest.

"Why did you run off, Daddy?" She asked.

Major turn on right there.

I always hated when girls called me 'Daddy', but when she called me that it made me want her even more.

"Why, Daddy?" She whispered into my ear.

"Brooklyn," I moaned laying my head in her neck.

She giggled dropping her hands to the waist band of my shorts.

"You always liked it when I called you that," She said tugging on the waist band.

"Like," I mumbled lightly kissing her neck.

I sucked on her collarbone making her let out a quit moan.

"And you like that," I said shoving her onto the bed.

I hovered over her and kissed down her neck making her blow up in moans.

She quickly stopped flipping us over and straddled my waist.

"I'm in control," She growled kissing my lips.

The kiss became to hunger.

Kissing her just felt so right. Better than any kiss I ever had with other girls.

She pulled away and sat up straight.

I looked at her in confusion as she pressed her hands under my shirt.

She smirked before rocking her hips into mine.

The harder she rocked the harder I pressed up on her.

As soon as she felt me harden against her she stopped.

"Brook," I growled.

She climbed off of me and fixed herself.

I got off the bed and walked up to her.

"Goodbye Cameron," She whispered before kissing me.

This kiss was different than any kiss we have ever shared.

I could be crazy if I said I didn't feel the passion in the kiss.

Before she walked out I grabbed her wrist.

"Goodbye?" I asked.

"I can't do this with you anymore," She said looking at the ground, "all the meaningless sex. That's what it is to you. Meaningless. I fell so dirty and bad. It's wrong, Cameron. Find another girl that doesn't care."

With that she left.

What does she mean by a girl that doesn't care?

And meaningless? I thought it doesn't mean anything to her either.

But that night I realized that the thing that means the most to me left. And I didn't realize until she was gone.