~ Camilla

We barely spoke during the elevator ride up to the hotel suite. I kept my arms crossed the whole time like it would keep his presence from crawling under my skin. He leaned against the opposite wall, still smug from whatever ‘victory’ he thought he scored in the limo. Occasionally, I caught him glancing at me from the corner of his eye, like he knew I was two seconds away from a full meltdown and was just waiting for the show.

I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction.

Not tonight.

Especially not tonight.

When we got inside the suite, I beelined for the bathroom and ignored the open suitcase...