Page 43 of The Story of Me

“Cameron King. I’m an old friend of Georgia’s.”

“Jackson Bell, and I know exactly who you are.” I turn and look at Jax with a frown;why so hostile, I wonder.

“Cam, this is my cousin Jackson who I’ve been staying with.” I watch his reaction; his shoulders relax slightly and his frown lessens. His eyes move back to mine.

“Can we talk, Georgia, please?”

I nod. “Of course.” I look around and spot some seats over by a water feature.

Cam follows my gaze, looks back between Jax and myself, and says, “I’ll meet you over there. Nice to meet you, Jackson.” Jax says nothing.

“What’s your problem?” I hiss at him.

“He’s here for you. He’s come all this way for you, George. You haven’t seen him for a couple of years, you speak to him on the phone last weekend, and suddenly he’s here?” Okay, so that’s probably true, but I don’t see why that’s a problem.Should I?

“And your point is?”

“And my point is, he’s come for a reason, and he’s not leaving here without what he came for. Just be careful, that’s all I’m saying.” I lean in and kiss Jax on the cheek.

“This is Cam. I trust him with my life; he would never hurt me.” Shoot other people, yeah, but he would never hurt me; that I’m sure of. Jax nods.

“As long as you’re sure, but if you leave, let me know. I’m gonna go and find my sisters.” I nod and watch him walk away before I turn and head towards Cam. He stands as I approach and reaches out for my hand.

“Let’s get out of here. I feel like we’re being watched.”

“We probably are, but there’s loads of paps out the front. How am I gonna get past them?” He pulls out his phone and makes a call, giving directions to whoever’s on the other end to go around to a back set of doors. He grabs my hand and leads me through the club. Spillers Groove Jet is playing, and I giggle as I start singing “If This Ain’t Love” to myself. Why I’m finding this song amusing, I have no idea.

He leads me through a set of emergency exit doors after swiping some sort of card through a gadget on the wall to get them to open. We then get in a goods lift, along with three bar staff. We remain silent the whole time, then the doors to the elevator open and we are in a service area. He leads me to another set of doors and we are outside, a dark car waiting with the engine running. The driver jumps out and has the doors open before we reach it; we both slide into the back seat.

“Mine or yours?”

I look up at him. “Excuse me?”

His eyes meet mine. “Hotel, Kitten, we going to mine or yours?”

I stare at our joined hands for a moment. My whole body tingling and covered in goose bumps.

“We’re going to talk. Just to talk, Kitten.”

I nod. “Mine, please, I’m leaving early in the morning.”

“Where?”

“Australia.”

“Where are you staying, not where are you leaving. Fuck, Kitten, how much have you had to drink?”

I giggle at my mistake. “A lot, actually.” I’d assumed the last ten minutes my head was spinning because of Cam’s presence, but I think the vodka shots also had something to do with it. He shakes his head as I keep my eyes on him. “Am I frustrating you?”

He frowns as he looks at me. “What makes you ask that?”

I smile at the memory. “I asked you once why you are always shaking your head at me, and you told me it was because I frustrate you.” He brushes his thumb over my knuckles, then brings my hand up and kisses the back of it.

“I told you a lot of things back then.”

“You did.” I hear him let out a long breath, and he leans back into the seat of the car and looks over my face.

“And I meant every word. Now, where are you staying?” He meant every word? He told me he loved me back then; I wonder if he still does. I wonder if I should tell him about the conclusions I have come to regarding my feelings for him. My eyes feel heavy, my head woozy, and for some reason, that horrible lump is back in my throat. “Georgia, hotel? What’s the fucking name of the hotel you’re staying at?”