Two Faced Lover - Episode 47

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**** JULIANS POV

I glare at my idiot of a friend, watching him take a huge gulp of his gin and tonic. Bad combination.

I tap my fingers against the shiny wood of the counter, waiting for him to say something.

But he doesn't.

He just blatantly ignores me, pouring himself another drink.

"Do you plan on getting drunk Cameron?"

No reply.

"What was that all about?"

I try again.

Still no answer.

I clench my fists, tempted to smash his pretty face in.

"I f*cking asked you a question Cameron don't make me beat the shit out of you!"

He glares at me from the corner of his eyes, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I'm a much more experienced fighter than you"

I groan in frustration.

That wasn't the answer I wanted.

I down my Scotch, letting it burn it's way down my throat.

"I'm not kidding Cameron. Answer me damnit, what was the need to talk to your wife like that?"

"She was constantly.."

I smack my hands on the counter loudly before he can continue his sentence which I'm sure is full of gibberish.

"She the f*ck up already . Skylar only called you once and that was because she wanted to know your whereabouts

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. There was no need to act like a d*ck towards her"

I seethe, eyeing the idiot in front of me.

He just gulps more alcohol running a hand through his hair in obvious frustration. 

I sigh, he's going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.

I glance down at my wrist watch.

It's almost five pm.

We've been here more than six hours and this idiot is supposed to be with wife on his honeymoon but no, instead here he is drinking gin and tonic and I just wish I can knock some sense into his head.

"Cameron?"

"Hmm?"

He doesn't look at me. He twirls his finger around the tip of the glass.. "You left Skylar all alone at a hotel, a place where she knows absolutely no one just to come here to get drunk? Get up. You should get going, it's almost six now."

"I don't wanna go"

he slurs, the alcohol in his system now manifesting. I groan. A Drunk Cameron can really be one hell of a problem.

"Let's go Cameron. You're wasted"

I reach out to take the glass when he snatches it away. Dear Lord.

"My past will always find me won't it?"

He questions but I have a feeling he's asking no one in particular. I narrow my eyes at him.

"It's weird that you're actually getting drunk just because you found out some bitch who left you at the alter years back came looking for you. Is there something you're not telling me?"

Silence greets me.

"Cameron? What are you not telling me?"

He sighs. Reaches into his pocket, pulls out his cell phone and throws it at me. I catch it just before it can fall.. I stare at the phone for a while and wave it at him. "What am I supposed to do with your phone?"

"Check. Messages."

He slurs, pouring more alcohol. I do just as he said and scroll through the messages. "Ok. What the f*ck?"

"That's what I thought too. What the f*ck"

I scroll through the picture messages, back and forth, back and forth. I stare at the sender of the message. No name. Just an unknown number.

"Do you.. Do you think this Is a coincidence?"

I finally ask, setting the phone down.

"First Chris comes looking for me, then his wife follows and now I'm getting anonymous numbers sending me photos of my past. I don't believe In coincidences" he had stopped drinking now and was leaning away from the counter, all his weight pushed onto the barstool he sat on.

"I feel like screaming at someone. I want to smash someone's face in"

he blurts out so calmly you'd think he was just making a baseless statement. But I knew Cameron better.

He was frustrated.

He's been frustrated for a long time now and all this is adding up to his frustration, building up bit by bit. Sooner or later, he's going to snap. I wouldn't be surprised if he punches someone just because they accidentally spilled a drink on him.

"Come on Cameron. Let's leave.. You need to go back to your wife. We'll talk after the honeymoon"

I get up, pulling him up with me. He grunts in denial muttering incoherent words under his breath. I slap some money onto the counter and exit.

"Get in"

He stares at me.

"Cameron get into the car"

Nothing.

"May God help me, Cameron get into the car right now!"

I shouldn't have let him take a single drop of alcohol.

"Yes father"

he mutters sarcastically, slipping into the car and slamming the door much loudly. I sigh getting into the car.

He can be a child sometimes.

We arrive at the hotel almost forty minutes later.

With loud grunts, I drag a heavily drunk Cameron into the hotel, who's dropped his entire weight on me by the way.

"Are you trying to say you can't walk on your own? You're crushing me" 

I groan leading him to the elevator.

He may be drunk but I'm sure he can at least walk.

If anyone knows how to handle alcohol, it's Cameron

"Where's the fun in that?"

"Idiot"

I grumble balancing him with one arm as I reach out with the other to press the button to open elevator.

It doesn't budge.

Perhaps it's occupied.

I stand back,waiting.

We wait for a while until the elevator dings and it opens revealing a man, a very young white handsome man might I add talking and laughing with Skylar.

It looked like they were hugging or something of that sort. They were so engrossed in they're conversation they didn't even notice the elevator had stopped.

I turn to glance at Cameron and true enough, all the drunkenness seemed to have vanished suddenly.

His eyes were glazed over with rage, anger. His jaw tightly set as he slowly let go off me to stand on his own.

Sh*t. F*ck f*ck. Now Cameron is going to have a reason to vent out his frustration. On the wrong person too. He takes a step forward and I know, I just know that the situation with Natalie and that anonymous threat message and seeing his wife cozy with another man and the alcohol still in his system was more than enough to make him blow up. He was going to cause a scene. I have to stop him.

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FEW MINUTES EARLIER

SKYLARS POV

I climb down the bed after placing the receiver down. I'd just made a call to enquire if the hotel had a restaurant and they'd told me yes. My stomach rumbles again. I sigh, rummaging through my purse to collect the money I had on me.

Luckily, I hadn't spent any of it since I'd moved in with Cameron.

This is the perfect time to use it.

I just hope it'll be enough to buy me a plate of real food, not the Burger and casserole I had left in the fridge.

It's almost six pm now, two hours since I called Cameron only for him to say hurtful words to me. 

I blink, grabbing a brush to brush my hair.

I wipe the remnants of teardrops from underneath my now puffy eyes and exit the hotel room.

I make my way towards the elevator when I stop, deciding to take the stairs instead.

I turn and proceed towards the stairs when I bump into someone.

I groan stepping back.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry"

deep velvet voice fills my ears as I look up, rubbing my forehead. A red haired young man stood In front of me, breathing heavily.

"I..it's fine" 

I say

"I'm really sorry, I wasn't looking and... Are you crying? Did I hit you that hard? Christ I'm.."

'I'm fine. I'm not crying"

I was but now I'm not. He nods, sighing heavily.

"Uhh..have you per chance come across a little blonde girl? She's four years old and wearing a flowery dress"

"No, I haven't"

"Damnit, my wife is going to have my head for losing her again"

he grumbles and I smile.

"Uhh. I think you should inform the security, it'll be easier to find your daughter"

I suggest. He considers it for a moment before shaking his head.

"Nah, I'll find her"

he dismisses with a wave of his hand. As if on cue, we hear a loud scream coming from the floors beneath and the red haired man grins.

"Told you I'd find her"

"Uhh, that doesn't sound like a four year old's voice"

I mutter under my breath.

"Yea but that scream was caused by her"

he says as a matter of factly and it takes me a moment before his words sink in. I laugh slightly.

"She must be one hell of a troublemaker"

He groans loudly.

"You have no idea. I can't wait for her to get married!"

"You will have to wait for years to come then"

Another scream echoes through the walls and the man's eyes widen.

"Sh*t."

He practically runs towards the elevator and I watch on. He turns just as the elevator opens

"Aren't you coming ma'am? Thought you were going down?"

"Uhh"

I bite my lip. I was going to use the stairs.

On a second thought, I don't even know why I was going to use the stairs in the first place.

Sighing, I follow him into the elevator.

As we wait for it to take us to our destination, my feet wobbles slightly and the man catches me before I can fall, his arms around my waist.

"You okay?"

"Yea. Fine. Just dizzy"

I blink rapidly. I didn't eat the whole of yesterday and today, all I had was a cup of coffee and two bites out of an entire burger. I'm bound to feel dizzy.. As I try to maintain my balance, the red haired man says something about his daughter which has me remembering some of Sean's antics and I can't help but laugh.

The elevator dings suddenly as it comes to a stop.

"Oh well. I have to go. It was nice talking with you. I'm Logan by the way."

"Skylar"

we shake hands.

"You sure you're okay Skylar? I could call for an ambulance"

"No it's fine. Thank you. You should go after your daughter"

"I should"

he grumbles and I chuckle, slipping my hand away from his, his other arm falling off my waist just as a loud clap interrupts us. I turn. "Cameron?"

"I leave for a few hours and you're already getting cozy with another man?"

I blink, taken aback.

"What? No. I was just dizzy and he helped me..that's all...Are you drunk?"

The smell of alcohol hits me. I turn to Julian. "I tried to stop him" he defends quickly.

"Uhh. I should go"

Logan clears his throat awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, my husband is drunk"

I send him an apologetic smile.

"It's fine. Bye"

he turns and walks away.

I step out of the elevator only for Cameron to lunge forward pushing me back inside harshly.

Julian jumps in too just before it closes.

Once the elevator comes to a stop, I step out and proceed to make my way towards our suite when Cameron's next words stop me.

"You're just like all of them"

"Cameron don't. You're drunk. You're frustrated but don't let it out on the wrong person"

Julian tries to hold him back but his efforts proved futile.

Cameron advances towards me, a certain look I'd never seen before flashing in his eyes, causing me to take a step back.

He's looking at me like I'm someone else.

"You.."

He points a finger at me

"..are such a whore"

I blink.

"Pardon me?"

"I said, you are such a whore!"

He repeats louder and my eyes sting with tears.

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. I push it down immediately. "You..you're drunk Cameron. Let's go inside so you can sleep" 

I say as calmy as I can to avoid any scene but he just continues.

"I left you for just a few hours and you're already getting cozy with some stupid white man?"

"We weren't doing anything. Logan was just helping me"

"Oh would you look at that? She even knows his name. Logan. Ha!"

I bite my lip, trying to keep my emotions at bay. Two wrongs don't make a right.

"Tell me. Did he f*ck you? Did you like it? Was he as good as I was in bed hmm?"

He sneers and I gasp.

"Cameron!"

"Cameron that's enough now"

Julian hisses but Cameron was having none of it. He looked like he wanted to let his anger out and I was the perfect bait at the moment.

"F*cking tell me! Did you like it? Did he touch you like I did? Did you scream his name?" "He..he's a married man Cameron" 

I stutter, tears blinding my vision, emotions clogging my throat.

"Oh so you're into married men now?"

"Shut the f*ck up Cameron. You're crossing the line" Julian warns.

"I asked you a question Skylar answer me damiit!"

He yells and I flinch. From the corner of my eye I notice a few people popping their heads out of their hotel rooms to see what the noise was all about. 

I may not have known Cameron for long, but if there's one thing I know for sure, it's the fact that he doesn't get drunk.

Something might have happened when he left abruptly this morning after that call.

Something must be getting him worked up but that doesn't mean he can vent his frustrations on me. 

I won't let him.

"F*cking answer me? Did you f*ck him for information? Is he one of your victims hmm? Were you assigned to seduce him with your pretty face to get information just like you did to me? Did you like it hmm? You're such a great actress I'm sure...."

"Cameron!"

The back of my hand makes contact with his cheeks as I slap him hard.

Unable to control my rage, I slap him again, the sound echoing through the walls of the hotel.