Page 57 of Hard Rock Sin

I followed the voices to one of the living rooms. I assumed Cameron was going to be surrounded by another entourage. Maybe I could still corner him and make him agree to talk to me later when he had time. Maybe I could convince him to put off speaking with my brother until we had a chance to talk.

I needed to convince him to let me stay.

"Cameron?"

I heard him swear out loud.

I peeked my head into the room.

My heart stuttered in my chest.

It was an almost familiar scene. Cameron, on a sofa. A gorgeous woman beside him. Her hands were wrapped in his hair, about to pull him down for a kiss.

A distant part of me was thankful they at least still had their clothes on.

The rest of me couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Cameron. With another girl.

He jumped off the sofa. "Shit."

"What's wrong?" The woman on the sofa frowned, looking between the two of us.

"Lily, it's not what you think." His voice was desperate. His fingers twitched, as if he were going to reach out for me, but thought better of it.

"Sorry to interrupt," I murmured, blinking back tears, and slowly backing out of the room. "I should have realized you were busy when you didn't answer my text."

Busy sucking face with some other girl.

The tightness in my chest was like a vise grip. I couldn't breathe around it.

"I'll leave you to it," I bit out.

I fled. I heard Cameron call out my name. I didn't stop.

Tears stung my eyes as I ran, pushing people out of the way. I almost tripped over myself climbing the stairs. The hallways were a blur of carousing bodies.

I slammed my door behind me. Slumping against the wall, I stared blankly at the floor.

Some part of me tried to deny what I'd seen. Maybe it had been perfectly innocent.

But when were the wordsCameronanda hot womanin the same sentence ever innocent?

My breath hitched. The two of them had sat close, practically wrapped in each other's arms. The longer I thought about it, the more painful that grip on my heart became.

There was no mistaking what had been going on.

I wiped my wet cheeks with the back of my hand and went to my closet. I took out my suitcase and began tossing my clothes into it haphazardly.

I'd been hoping to convince Cameron to let me stay. I believed that even if we couldn't be together, we could still be friends.

But the clenching of my chest told me that was going to be impossible.

It had been bad enough knowing about Cameron's reputation with women when all I had was a silly crush.

Seeing him with that woman just solidified it.

I couldn't stay here. I couldn't stay in this place as Cameron brought home a parade of women one after another. The thought of it almost killed me.