He didn’t pretend, he didn’t say nice to meet you, because obviously, it wasn’t, he just turned and walked back into the VIP bar, “I’ll leave you two to talk.” Bailey kissed my cheek and got up and left.
“Cam, I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to tell you over the phone, I thought you were away till Monday, I wanted to tell you then, face to face.” My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat and in my head.
“I came home early to surprise you, I wanted to see you, wanted to tell you, show you how sorry I was for my behaviour Thursday night. Thursday night Kitten, you remember that? Two nights ago, when I stupidly thought you were in a relationship with me.”
“I was, I was, I… ”
He knocked back the drink he had in his hand, then looked at me and shook his head. “Sean McCarthy, now why didn’t I work that one out, I knew all about Sean, I just didn’t realise it was that Sean. I didn’t stand a chance did I? Me or a twenty-two year old fucking rock God?”
“Cam, please, it’s not like that, I’ve known him since I was eleven, he was my boyfriend from the age of thirteen, he’s the only boy I’ve ever loved.” He looked thoroughly defeated when I said that.
“Thanks Kitten, thanks for that.” Then he turned and walked away. I stood until I couldn’t see him anymore, then feeling like the worst person on earth, so I went to find Sean.
Ash and Marley were practically having sex on the dance floor when I walked back into the VIP bar, the only thing missing was actual penetration but nobody seemed bothered by it. Sean was at the bar talking to Lennon, Jimmie, and Bailey, he didn’t look happy. I grabbed a glass of champagne from a waitress and made my way over to his side.
“Hi,” I said as I slipped my hand inside his.
“Cameron King? Cameron fucking King babe, that’s your Cam? Thanks very much for the warning; so what, do I need to start wearing a bullet proof vest now? Should I expect a horse’s head in my bed?” He’d let go of my hand as he talked.
“I thought these two would have had the sense to keep you away from a bloke like that G, for fuck’s sake babe, he’s fuckin’ dangerous.”
I lost my temper, I don’t know why I felt the need to defend Cam, I knew what he was, I had seen first-hand what he was capable of. “Is he Sean, more dangerous than a fuckin’ rapist, a two timing rock star, who enjoys threesomes with my brother, or am I safe with one of them?”
His eyes didn’t leave mine, I’m not sure what it was that I saw flash through them, but I knew that I’d said too much. “Touché, Gia, touché.” He tilted his glass toward me and knocked back whatever it was he was drinking, walked away from me, grabbed Jill by the hand and pulled her onto the dance floor.
“Way to go George, anyone you haven’t pissed off tonight?”
“Fuck off Len, he wasn’t here, it’s got fuck all to do with him who I was seeing while we were apart but if that’s the road he wants to go down, I’m sure I can start going through the scrap books Mum kindly made for me and dig dirt on some of his fuck whores he’s been shagging for the past four years.” I grabbed another drink from a passing waitress.
“Yeah, coz that’s gonna help the pair of you move on ain’t it,” Bailey adds his tuppence worth. “I’ll tell you, exactly what I’ve just told him, if you two stand any chance, any chance at all of making things work between the two of you, then you both need to let the past go, forget what you had before, forget whatever went on while you weren’t together and focus on what you have now.”
I know what Bailey is saying is true but I don’t want to listen. “Well I thought that was what I was doing by finishing with Cam. Sean’s the one with the issues when he has no fucking right to.”
Bailey and Lennon both shake their heads but Lennon has more to add. “Just for once George, just for once let it go, stop trying to punish him. Calling him a rapist was a low fuckin’ blow, just leave it, just leave the past in the past and move the fuck on, for all our sakes. You two being apart affected all of us, we all love both of you and we all hated watching the pair of you in such misery but we stayed out of it because we all thought that one day you would sort your shit out and get back together, now it’s happened, please try your hardest to make it work.”
I chewed on the inside of my bottom lip, Jimmie has stayed quiet and I look at her with a ‘Well aren’t you going to say something’ expression. “Dya love him George?”
“Of course I do.”
“Can you live without him?”
“You know I can’t.”
“Then get over there, get that slut’s grimy mitts off him and let him know.”
I turn toward the dance floor, Jill has her hands all over Sean, he keeps laughing and moving them off of his arse, then his face, then his arse again, she’s grinding into him and steps closer every time he steps away, his eyes meet mine and he looks at me desperately, I raise my eyebrows and fold my arms across my chest.
“Na,” I say to Jim. “Let him suffer for a bit longer.”
Jill suddenly lunges at him with her mouth, that’s when I move. “Oi!” I yank her away by her hair. “You’re taking the piss now love.”
She shrugs and walks away. “Come on, can’t blame me for trying,” she calls over her shoulder but I’m not listening.
Gloria Estefan’s ‘I don’t wanna lose you’ starts to play and he grabs my hand and pulls me into the middle of the dance floor.
“I’m sorry,” we both say at the exact same time.
“I’m a jealous fucker, it’s done, you’ve finished with him, I won’t mention him again, and I love you.” He kisses me, softly on my mouth.
“I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was spiteful and not what I think, I love you too.” I kiss him gently on the mouth.
He smiles at me. “Then listen to the words G, listen to the words of this song, I don’t wanna lose you again, ever and no matter what, we will get through this somehow, because this, what we have got, blows all of the others out of the fuckin water, Romeo and Juliet, Bonnie and Clyde, Sandy and Danny, even Baby and Jonny, they can’t touch us. They couldn’t write our story, what we have, there aren’t even words invented yet to describe it.”
A lone tear runs down my cheek and he licks, yes licks it from my face. “Shall we go home so you can show me your tits?” he asks with a grin.
“You’re such a charmer Maca.” He gives me his full on, rock star on the front cover of a magazine, smoulder.
“Yeah, you think, am I good enough to get into your knickers later?”
“Erm babe, you did that about an hour ago, over my brother’s desk.”
He looks horrified. “Aw shit, was that you? Sorry, I thought that was some random bird, throwing herself at me.”
I stop dancing and put my hands on my hips. “That’s not funny.”
“I’m joking, I’m joking, come on, say goodbye to your mates and let’s get out of here.”
“Mine or yours?” I ask.
“Well I’m assuming Marley won’t be leaving without Ash so let’s go to yours.”
We say our goodbyes and leave the club by the back doors as apparently there are number of reporters waiting out the front. Milo walks us out and jumps into the front of Sean’s Land Rover that’s waiting outside for us. I’m introduced to Dave our driver and we’re driven through the night back to my flat, me trying to keep Sean’s hands from sliding into my knickers all the way there.
CHAPTER 21
My Dad had this lame saying that he used to quote to my brothers; it was usually when my Mum asked who had made the mess in her kitchen. De Nile is not just a river in Egypt, it never failed to make us groan but I had had that saying going around in my head for two weeks now and I was unsure why. Well I wasn’t, not really, I knew why and if De Nile was just a river in Egypt, I was drowning in it, I had drowned in it, for two weeks, I had felt like I had stones tied around my neck and I was firmly weighed down and on the very bottom of that river and the reason being was the guilt I felt over Cam. Not for what I had done, not for the way things ended but for the fact that I missed him so much. I loved Sean; I love Sean with a passion that defies logic. We have spent every spare moment together this past two weeks and he’s been in my bed every single night, we’ve woken up together every single morning, we’ve talked and talked and talked, we’ve decided not to waste time, we’re already looking for our own place. The press haven’t worked out where I live yet but they know who I am. Last weekend one of the Sunday tabloids run a front page and a whole double spread inside about mine and Sean’s ‘Great Love Story’. How we were childhood sweethearts and how we were ripped apart by his fame, they didn’t mention the rape incident because the accusation was withdrawn, charges dropped and the press threatened with legal action if they ever mentioned the incident, without making it perfectly clear that it was a fabricated story so it was just never mentioned but because the press knew who I was. They had camped out at the gates of my parents drive and the house had been bombarded with phone calls and post for me, lots of the calls were abusive from fans, lots of the mail were hate filled threats for me to back off. Sean was theirs and I needed to stay away. Some letters were actually really sweet, telling us that what we had was something special and wishing us well. Some were just plain weird, pictures of blokes’ dicks, with notes telling me I was beautiful and that they bet Sean wasn’t as well-endowed as they were. In the end, everything sent for me to my parent house was put in sacks and sent to Sean’s personal assistant Andrea. She siphoned through it and only sent us the things she thought we would like to read, which wasn’t much. All of the publicity had done wonders for trade at the shops, lots of new customers coming in, buying something small, just to see if I was there but I had stayed away.