Chapter 50 Chapter 50
Maxwell
“You told me this was just a marriage on paper, Maxwell,” Camilla said as I turned to go upstairs. “But what I witnessed tonight doesn’t look like a marriage on paper at all.”
I ignored her and continued walking. She rushed after me and grabbed my hand, forcing me to stop. “Answer me,” she demanded.
I turned sharply, irritation flashing through me. “You didn’t ask a question,” I snapped. “And besides, I didn’t bring you here to question me. This is my house. I do whatever I want in it.”
Her face twisted with anger. “Did you bring me here to watch you put your tongue all over another woman’s body?” she yelled. “You don’t even touch me like that.”
I stayed silent. She stepped closer, her voice shaking. “Are you sure you are not developing feelings for her?”
I didn’t answer, I didn’t owe her one. I walked away and headed upstairs, leaving her standing there.
She followed me quickly and grabbed me again, this time more roughly.
“You kept me locked in a room while you went downstairs to please another woman,” she shouted. “Make it make sense to me. How would you feel if I did the same thing to you?”
I turned to her slowly and smiled, cold and empty. “I wouldn’t care,” I said. Her eyes widened in shock. “I’m not married to you,” I continued calmly. “So I don’t care what you do with your body. You knew this was a temporary arrangement from the start. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
I pulled my hand free and continued upstairs, leaving her standing there in silence.
What I didn’t understand was why she was making such a big fuss out of everything.
Amelia had caught us in the office earlier that day, and she hadn’t caused a scene or nagged me about it. She had simply walked away. So why was Camilla reacting so differently?
We weren’t exclusive, we never were. She was just someone I had decided to keep around for a while, someone to sleep with until I got tired of her. She was on a payroll, so why the fuss.
Yet lately, I had started losing interest in her. Ever since Amelia came back into my life, ever since I touched her at the club, I hadn’t been the same. I found myself comparing every woman I had been with to her, and none of them measured up.
“Then why am I here,” Camilla asked sharply, glaring at me, “if all of this is temporary?”
I stared at her, but no words came. For once, I didn’t have an answer.
I turned away from her and went straight to the bed, lying down on my back and staring at the ceiling. I had brought Camilla into this house to distract myself from Amelia. Amelia was getting into my head far too much, and I needed something to pull me away from her.
I had married Amelia out of revenge, I wanted us both to end up miserable, tied together in a marriage with no love, no future, and no children.
But instead, I was falling for her. I wanted her, I craved her body, her presence, her everything. Being around her made it hard to control myself. Bringing Camilla into the house was supposed to keep me grounded, but it almost did the opposite. I had nearly slept with Amelia that night, completely forgetting that Camilla was upstairs.
Camilla suddenly climbed onto my lap, her hands moving toward my waist as she tried to pull my pants down.
I reacted instantly, pushing her hands away and pulling the duvet over my body. “Don’t,” I said firmly. “I have work tomorrow. I need to sleep.”
She scoffed angrily. “You almost slept with that bitch right there,” she hissed. “And now you suddenly remember you have work tomorrow?”
She grabbed the duvet angrily, yanking it away from me and wrapping it around herself as she turned her back to me.
I lay there in silence, staring into the darkness, knowing things were already spiraling out of control.
It had been a crazy few days at the house. Camilla’s dramatics were nonstop, taunting Amelia at every opportunity and Amelia, of course, tried her best to ignore her. I had been expecting that resignation letter from Amelia by now, but it never came. I guessed she’d reconsidered, realizing that walking away wouldn’t really benefit her company.
Camilla’s presence in the house had, surprisingly, helped me. She distracted me—kept my mind off Amelia in a way I didn’t think possible. And lately, my focus had shifted entirely to one thing, avoiding Camilla as much as I could in the bedroom.
Today was race day, and I decided to bring Camilla along. Amelia was still in the house when we left. I didn’t invite her. Not that she would have come, but the thought alone annoyed me.
We had barely stepped onto the racing ground when the noise exploded around me.
“Maxwell! Maxwell!” My name echoed from every direction as cameras flashed nonstop. I slowed my steps, used to the attention by now.
Camilla stood close beside me, her hand looping through my arm, her smile wide as she soaked it all in like it was meant for her. She leaned into me, clearly enjoying the stares, the whispers, the envy.
Then the screaming shifted. My jaw tightened as another bike rolled in. My rival had arrived, the same man who had deliberately caused my accident. The same man I hadn’t forgiven, I still planned on taking my revenge. Mine would be slow and deliberate.
I turned toward the noise. He was smiling confidently at the cameras, like he owned the place. And then I saw who was standing beside him.
Amelia.
My steps stalled without me meaning them to.She stood there calmly, smiling as he leaned in and whispered something into her ear. Whatever he said made her smile widen just a little.
Something cold settled in my chest.
Author's note: Aura for Aura😂😂, who missed our villian, should I let him cause a trouble