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Chapter 17

Cameron and I would continuously glance at each other throughout the night. Since the moment he told me that he wouldn’t be able to not kiss me, we only had time to look at each other during the shift. As soon as he made that comment, the bar seemed to become even more busy which didn’t give us any time to talk about what he said. I made the mistake of taking Cameron’s lips on mine as a sign of his liking me, but I was sadly wrong and ended up more hurt about it than I care to admit.

I promised myself to not fall for his charade again, not to fall for those eyes or the dimples that formed when he smiled. I wasn’t going to, I couldn’t. That would only give Cameron even more ammunition to think that he can do whatever he wanted and I would simply forgive him.

I’m better than that - at least, I want to be.

“You are a genius, girl.” I hear Zoey tell me as she pulled on her jacket. I give her a questioning look and she explains, “This idea you had to raise prices may have saved Cameron’s bar. I’m just glad that he actually listened to you.”

“It’s a work in progress,” I smile and wave as Zoey leaves. I only have about an hour and a half left and then I will be heading home as well, maybe then I could actually think about everything more clearly.

I would never be able to think clearly with Cameron constantly in my face. That was an impossible task. Even with myself knowing that Cameron is a bad idea, I know that I don’t always listen to the voice of reason.

When I return to the bar, Cameron asks me to get a new shirt from his bedroom. The color of beer was staining his current one. How that happened? I have no idea.

Instead of questioning him, I simply walk back to his room, surprised that the door is actually unlocked.

It’s rare that Cameron ever leaves his door unlocked, understandably so considering how many people go in and out of the bar daily.

I walk to his closet and skim through his shirts, unknowingly, I began to debate which color looked best on Cameron. I’ve only seen him wearing black or white tshirts, which looked extremely sexy on him, might I add.

“White,” I say to myself before grabbing a white shirt and walking out of his room.

With his shirt in hand, I walk towards the bar but stop abruptly when I hear a commotion happening. When I look up, I see the front door opened but it isn’t until I come closer that I hear people yelling, “Dude! Cops are here!” and “Fuck this, we’re leaving.”

What? Why are the cops-- Oh no. My eyes land on my father from across the room, he doesn’t see me but suddenly everything begins to make sense. The cop that has been harassing Cameron, the one following him and trying to close down his bar, it’s my dad.

I waste no time in running back into Cameron’s bedroom, knowing that if my dad caught a glimpse of me, things would become even worse for Cameron.

As time goes by the crowd seems to disappear along with the noise, I can’t imagine what is happening out there but I can hear muffled voices. I quietly crack open Cameron’s door, being able to hear the conversation happening at the bar between my father and Cameron.

“Do you have any idea how much business you made me lose?!” Cameron’s voice was loud and his anger was clear.

I could hear my dad respond with a careless chuckle, something I’ve never heard from my father before, “It’s past 1:30am, I assumed you would be closed and after some complaints...”

“We close at 3:00, and I’m pretty sure that no one complained,” Cameron shot back, “I will file an harassment complaint at the station so they fire your ass.”

“Oh, son. I’m not harassing, I’m simply following up to make sure your bar is following code,” I hear footsteps and then my dad continues, “Mind if I take a look in the back room?”

No! Oh god, no.

Cameron’s voice interrupted my thoughts, “Not at all, as long as you show me your search warrant.”

There’s a pause and I realize that there is no search warrant. My dad would know that he needed a search warrant, it made absolutely no sense why my dad would be doing this. I almost didn’t recognize the man who claimed to be my father. He wasn’t this terrible person that I was hearing outside the door.

“You’re a smart man, Cameron. Don’t let your guard down.”

What did he mean by that? I hear the door close and a loud shatter that sounded like a beer bottle being crushed on the floor. I take the chance, hoping that my dad has left and I walk out of Cameron’s room - he stands alone at the bar, breathing heavily from what I assume is a fit of rage. As I predicted, a shattered beer bottle scattered on the floor and the wet liquid of the beer was dripping down the wall.

“What just happened?” I ask and make my way to Cameron who doesn’t bother to even look at me.

He speaks, anger seething in his words and I’m genuinely afraid of him throwing more beer bottles, “I’m fucking sick of that prick trying to fuck up my life.”

It makes no sense why my dad would just hate Cameron for no reason, my dad had always been the most caring person I knew so this came as a shock to me, but I could see the toll it was taking on Cameron and it broke me to the core.

“Why is he after you?”

Cameron finally looks at me, giving his shoulders a little shrug, “Because he’s a cop, obviously. They have authority and they’re assholes, Olivia. You should know this.”

I raise my brows, trying to make light of the situation, “I’ve always respected higher authority. I’ve never had issues.”

“Not everyone is as privileged as you,” He snaps, causing my chest to tighten once again do to Cameron’s arrogant behavior, he notices that his words stung and quickly apologizes, “I’m sorry, I just get frustrated when he comes around. There’s usually more to follow and I don’t need to lose this place, it’s all I have.”

“I know...” I tell him, looking around the now empty bar and sighing softly, “I’ll clean up and head out for the night, you should maybe sleep on it instead of letting this anger control you.”

Cameron reaches towards me and grabs my wrist, “Don’t go... Stay with me tonight.”

“Cameron, you know I can’t.”

He seems to not want to take no for an answer and he pulls me closer, “Please, Olivia. You want me to calm down? That would require you being here. You’re the calm in my storm and if you leave I don’t know what’s gonna happen.”

I stare at him, my mouth gaping slightly. One part of me hated him for using this against me, but the other part enjoyed being his calm. I never thought that or imagined him feeling such way but I would gladly take on the role. Someone needed to be that for him and if that person is me, then so be it.

“Okay... But I need to leave early.”

That’s what I told myself but if it would happen, I’m not so sure. Cameron smiles at me and walks to the storage room to grab a mop and broom for the shattered glass, in the meantime I text Thea to cover for me if my parents contact her. I would use her as my alibi and I would need her to know the story for back up.

“Do you want me to fill in the inventory for tonight?” I ask but Cameron doesn’t answer me. I turn quickly to see where he is and nearly collide with his chest, “Cameron...”

“Olivia...” He taunts me. He always does that, he just throws my name back at me and somehow manages to leave me speechless without even trying. As he tucks my hair behind my ear he speaks to me in a quiet tone, “Come to my room with me.”

“Oh no. Oh no, no, no...” I laugh awkwardly, this is not happening. I’m not letting this happen, “I’m gonna have to stay here. Sorry.”

“We can stay here, then.” He traces his fingers slowly up my bare arm while his eyes stay locked on mine, “I’m fine with that.”

“Cameron, you’re mad...” I tell him.

He shakes his head, “Not with you.”

Oh jesus. The way he looks at me awakens every sentence within my body and I swallow the lump in my throat, my eyes following Cameron’s eyes. He leans down, brushing his lips against my neck so that I feel his breath on my skin. When he lightly pecks the nape of my neck I feel his hand resting on the small of my back, slowly sliding up my spine and causing me to shiver.


“Shh... ” He whispers against my skin, “Save the name calling for later, okay?”

When he pulls away from my neck he lifts his head to look at me, lust in his eyes and pure adrenaline running through both of our bodies - I could tell by the way his chest was heaving. Cameron’s hands slide down to my butt and he lifts me up, causing me to instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as he walks forward with me until I am sitting on the counter.

“You are so sexy...” He says before his lips press against mine, reminding me just how it felt to have his skin on mine. It felt incredible, unlike anything I felt before. Cameron brings out an excitement in me that I never knew existed.

I kiss him back eagerly. I know that it’s bad and that kissing him will only lead to bad things but I can’t find it in myself to stop. It feels too good to have his attention, as temporary as it may be and as bad as that fallout may become.

Cameron pulls away from my lips and before I can ask him what he’s doing he lifts my shirt over my head and throws it across the bar. He trails sweet kisses from my lips, to my neck and between my breasts as me makes his way down my stomach.

“H-Holy shit...” I speak my thoughts aloud. What is happening and why can’t I say no to him? As I ask myself these questions internally, I grip into his dark hair and pull him back up to me, “It’s not fun unless I get to undress you too.”

He seems surprised by my words but a smirk forms on his lips and he raises his hands up for me to pull the shirt from his body. His toned and tattooed chest becomes visible to me and I feel the excitement building between my legs.

“Hey...” Cameron’s voice snaps me out of my trance and he continues when I look at him, “Don’t overthink it, okay?”

I nod my head, leaning my body up to kiss him again. Wrong. This is so wrong. But gosh, does it feel so damn good.

The door of the bar opens up and I seem more aware than Cameron because I pull away quickly, looking towards the door and seeing Zoey standing there with a shocked expression on her face.

“Well, shit. I just forgot my phone at the bar... Did no need to see this,” She comments.

Cameron pulls away from me, chuckling and not bothering to cover himself. I, on the other hand, panic to find my shirt to cover every insecurity I have about my body. Cameron doesn’t lack confidence in the slightest, and why would he? He is perfect visually. He has some things to work on internally but you can’t see that when you look at him.

“Zoey... Welcome back,” He comments casually, leaning over me casually and reaching over the bar to grab Zoey’s cellphone. He holds it in his hand and looks at her, “This what you’re look for?”

She nods and walks towards us, taking her phone from Cameron’s hand, “I’ll leave you two alone then.”

“That’d be great,” Cameron agrees, having no shame in his voice whatsoever.

“I will see you guys tomorrow,” Zoey smiles, giving us a small wave before exiting the bar.

The door closes loudly behind her and Cameron runs his fingers through his hair as he looks back at me with a grin on his face, “She has terrible timing.”

“Yeah... I guess she does,” I reply, finally allowing my thoughts to come together for the first time since Cameron put his lips on my neck. I hadn’t been thinking straight since and now it was clear how dangerous this could be for the both of us.

When Cameron leans in to me again I place my hands on his chest to stop him. He looks at me with furrowed eyebrows, “What? You changed your mind now?”

“I just don’t think that this is a good thing to jump into... We should think about the consequences,” I tell him. I’m underage and shouldn’t be working here. I’m still in high school but he thinks that I’m 21. My dad is the cop that’s out to ruin his life - there’s so many things to consider.

Cameron shakes his head, not understanding where I was going with this, “What consequences, Olivia? It’s sex. It’s consensual. You won’t get fired for fucking your boss because I am your boss.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It was five minutes ago,” He challenges me, “Are you embarrassed because Zoey walked in? Don’t be. I fuck a lot of girls, she knows that.”

“See, that is a problem,” I tell him as I slide off of the counter. I grab my shirt that had been slung across a table, “I’m not a hook up kind of girl, Cameron. And it’s okay that this may be your thing, but it isn’t mine.”

Cameron seemed to be at loss for words, possibly for the first time since I met him, “I’m not just a random hookup. You see me everyday. I won’t fuck you and never talk to you again.”

I hold my hands in front of me, giving Cameron a look of desperation, “Please stop calling it fucking. It just sounds all the more degrading.”

“Sex isn’t degrading,” He starts to chuckle, not in a joking way but a way that sounds like he can’t believe the conversation that we’re having, “It’s fun. It’s exciting. It’s a way for people to show their attraction for each other. Jesus fuck, Olivia. I’ve been wanting to fu-- I’ve been attracted to you since the moment you walked through that door with a resume in hand. You yell at me, you tell me how I’m a shit person but that just makes me want you even more. I know that you want me too and you’re just hurting yourself by not allowing it to happen. You’re a challenge and I like that about you.”

I’m not sure where that speech came from but it was well thought out and incredibly impressive. For a moment he had me wondering why I’m holding off when he’s right - I do want him. He’s something bad that I can’t help but feel infatuated with but my mind is clear and I remind myself exactly why I’m keeping myself distant from the situation.

“I’m sorry...” I tell him, “I want to be more than just a challenge to someone.”

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