The Billionaire's Claim

I can't describe how lost I've been these last few weeks. I had hoped that Nate would return in the next few days after he left England, but he actually didn't. When he still didn't contact me that was the final straw. A small part of me was relieved when he didn't come back with that woman. But he made sure to announce to everyone that he was enjoying the single life.

What a fucking insult that was.

George had stormed over to Nate's apartment the minute he heard news of Nate's return. I was thankful that George was fighting for me, but when George returned with a busted lip, I pleaded with him to stop.

What could we do? Nate had made up his mind.

My little brother, Eaton, led an intervention with my parents. He was the only one who, without saying a word, could drag me out of my bed.

I knew that I needed to focus on myself and not think about Nate, which was why I had been blogging more recently. I was trying to get back into it and was falling in love all over again. I now had my own photographer to help create photos for me. Cameron knew all of my right angles. He knew how much lighting was needed for the right picture. Honestly, I was not paying him nearly enough.

One thing that worried me was that I think he liked me more than a friend, but I just didn't feel any attraction towards him, which sounded awful. I had been thinking about talking to him about it all day yesterday when we were filming in Oxford, but I didn't get the chance.

Cameron was supposed to be here any minute to drive us to Tammy's dress fitting. When I saw his car pull up outside, I grabbed my bag and ran out of the house.

"Loretta you're aware that if we're late Tammy will—" he starts to shout with his head poking out the window.

"I know I know we're dead!" I said, panting as I ran to the passenger side of the car. I was late to a meeting for her wedding once and she nearly killed us both because we were outside taking pictures. In my defense though, she forgave me the minute I pulled her in for a picture that made it onto my blog.

"Dan messaged me and said he's having a party tonight. We could go together if you want?" Cam broke the silence. I froze when I realized what he just said. Together as in a date…not just as friends. Right?

"Um, Cam I don't know. I haven't really thought about it,” I said quietly.

"Loretta get over yourself. I just want to go as friends,” he said jokingly. That was harsh but I guess he was right. So, he wasn't asking me out on a date. I may act like I am over Nate but in reality, I'm anything but over him.

"Can I ask you a question, Cam?" I'm now fully turned in his direction. He glanced at me still trying to keep his eyes on the road. I guess I better sort this out now before I further embarrass myself.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked him seriously. Cam turned onto a side road and switched off the engine. He finally turned to me. When I looked at him my eyes widen at the smirk on his face.

"Loretta, I'm married,” he said simply, practically looking constipated because I knew he was dying to burst into laughter.

"You're married!" I all but shout, my heart raced with total embarrassment. Seriously Loretta. My eyes moved over to his left hand that rested on the steering wheel. A simple wedding band sat on his finger. How did I not notice that before?