Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
It was a wonder she’d managed to hold it in this long, but once the dam opened, there was no stopping it. She rushed to her bedroom, kicked off her shoes, and threw herself onto her bed.
How had this happened? She’d trusted Cameron, and he’d betrayed her. She’d let him into her life in a way most people would never consider. She shuddered at the memory of him taking care of her so intimately. She’d even let him into her bottom every day. The only thing he hadn’t done yet was fuck her in the ass.
She cried harder as she let those crude words spill into her mind. Had he been laughing at her all this time? He had to have known she would get reprimanded by her supervisor in her annual review. He’d been the one to sign off on those complaints.
Frustrated, she punched the mattress and screamed into the pillow. When she reached her hand out to pat the bed next to her, she remembered she didn’t even have her favorite stuffie. Rexy was in her crib at Cameron’s house.
Tears kept falling. They wouldn’t stop.
How had she been so duped? She pictured Cameron laughing at her with her staff. Would he tell people about her kink?
She stopped breathing as she wondered if he’d known who she was even from the moment she’d sat down on his barstool that first night. He’d given her a tour of the club before finally telling her he’d recognized her. Had that been part of the ruse too?
Her mind went wild concocting the only possible truth. Cameron had already received all those complaints before she’d gone to Blaze that night. He must have seen her, known who she was, and thought he could toy with her.
More tears fell. She sobbed so hard she couldn’t catch her breath.
A voice in her head told her none of that was true. Cameron was her Daddy. He loved her. He took care of her better than she could have ever expected. Why would he move her into his house and waste so much time grooming her to be his Little girl as a joke?
He wouldn’t do that. Surely she wasn’t that bad of a judge of character.
But he had signed off on those complaints. That part was indisputable. Mr. Lambert had said so. He wouldn’t lie. Had Cameron thought it would be easier for her to hear about the complaints from her supervisor rather than warning her they existed himself?
That was possible, but it was mean. What had he thought would happen when she found out she’d been placed on probation and denied a raise? Had he expected her to run to him and jump into his arms looking for consolation?
When he’d met her, he must have thought she was the most incompetent employee on earth. After all, no matter when he’d recognized her—immediately or thirty minutes later—his first thought would have been to realize she was a slug. As far as he’d known, she wasted a lot of company time and was careless. Why would he want to date someone like that?
Shivering, Aria rose to her feet, removed her uncomfortable work clothes, and climbed under the covers in just her panties. She pulled her spare pillow up to her chest and hugged it, though it was a poor substitute for Rexy.
And then she started crying all over again. She might never see Rexy again.
Chapter Fifteen
Cameron glanced at his watch for the tenth time in half an hour, wondering where Aria was. Surely she wasn’t still in her review meeting. How long could such a meeting take? He knew Stephen Lambert. The man was busy. He would have been quick and to the point. He would have raved about Aria’s work, given her the raise she deserved, and probably added a bonus.
Maybe Aria had returned to her desk to get more things done. That was something she would do if she felt behind. If she had though, she would lose a magnet for the day. She was already a stellar employee and an overachiever. She didn’t need to stay in the office after hours to prove anything to anyone, not even herself.
Rising from his desk, Cameron headed toward her end of the building. The area where she worked alongside several other employees was empty. The lights had even been dimmed. He headed toward her desk anyway and then froze.
The first thing he saw was the three magnets he’d given her throughout the day. They had been tossed haphazardly on the desk. The second thing he noticed was the absence of anything personal. He couldn’t remember what exactly she’d had on the desk, but he did remember a silly bobblehead and a picture frame.
“Cameron?”
He spun around when he heard his name. “Mr. Lambert. Do you know where Aria is?” His first name was Stephen, but Cameron never called him by that at work.