Pt. 25: So...Last Night

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Have you ever seen something so horrific happen right in front of your eyes, yet it happened so fast, all you could do was stand there and watch it happen?

That's what just happened to me. 

"Go sit down," I barked at Chance. He was squaring up to Cami and she looked just as pissed as he did.

"This is ridiculous. I refuse to be around him right now," Cami growled.

"Go take a shower, Cami. And come right back when you're done, because we are gonna talk this out."

"But…" they both began, but I threw up a hand and stopped them.

"Just do it!"

Cami stalked off and Chance sunk into the couch, pressing on his temples. "What the fuck is is wrong with you?" I gave him a harsh glare and a kick to the shin when he wouldn't answer me.

"Hey!" he snapped. "This isn't all on me, ya know? She's guilty too!"

"How the hell did this even happen?"

Chance shrugged and ran his hand over his face. "I don't even know."

"I do," Cami announced as she stepped into the living room with wet hair and a hand on her shorts covered hip. "Chance was a jealous ass and was cruel to Kyle."

Chance jumped up and got in her face. "So that meant you just had to go home with him?? What the fuck, Cami? Do you have any idea how worried I was?"

Cami scoffed. "So worried that you went back to The Wharf and brought home the nearest available warm body to screw?"

"Chance, go!" I ordered. "Get a shower and then we can talk...calmly."

Chance glared at Cami and then took off. "Go wash that hooker stank off of you!" Cami shouted after him. He replied with a slammed bathroom door. I shook my head at Cami and wondered how it got this bad between them.

When they returned from Seattle and Cami was so upset about what she thought she had seen Chance doing with his boss, I knew then she was falling for him. I wasn't surprised. Her crush on him had always been clear as day to me. And I was fairly certain Chance wanted her just as badly.

Now I don't really care either way if these two end up as a couple or not, but if we were all going to keep living here together, we needed some peace. I can't have them fighting like they were earlier.

Well, I guess I should backtrack to when I woke up this morning. The bathroom door was shut and I assumed Cami was in there. I knew that she had spent the night in Chance's bed sometimes, but not at all this past week. But I was surprised to look up from my cup of coffee to find a haggard looking Chance walking an unknown blonde to our front door. He spoke to her quietly and it was obvious to me that he just wanted her gone. That was totally fine with me considering I wasn't too happy about Chance bringing a stranger home. 

Especially when I knew how badly it would hurt Cami. And maybe everything would have been okay if Chance hadn't opened the door to find Cami standing there...with her arms wrapped around some guy I didn't recognize. But Chance knew exactly who he was and wasted no time grabbing him by his hoodie and shoving him against the wall outside our place.

So then the scene unfolded. Chance reared back to hit the guy, while Cami tried to pull him back by his bicep. The blonde grabbed Cami and shoved her, causing Chance to release the guy. At which point, I told the unknown guy and girl to get the fuck out before our neighbors called the cops. 

The whole thing was a mess and I knew one thing. These two needed my help getting them to talk it out.

Chance strolled back in and stood near the couch. "I'm just telling you right now…I don't have shit to say and I don't care what she has to say either."

He was lying. I could tell. He wouldn't even look at her. I crossed my arms over my chest and studied him for a moment. "So…you don't wanna know if she slept with that guy?"

"Kyle," Cami provided.

His eyes cut over to her and he sighed deeply. "And you're fine with her thinking you screwed that blonde last night?"

"Alicia," Cami piped up with an obvious distaste on the tip of her tongue. "And I already know he did."

Chance looked crushed, but took a seat on the opposite end of the couch anyway. I sat across from them, perched on the edge of the coffee table. I wanted to be close in case either of them tried to bolt. But I had sneaking suspicion that both of them wanted answers from the other and this was the only way.

After several minutes of silence and neither one of them offering to speak first, I began asking the questions. "So I take it this all started last night?" They both nodded like obedient school children. "Who wants to tell me?"

Cami sighed and began to explain. "I got invited out for drinks after work and when I got there, I saw Chance."

"I was out with my work friends too. They had been working really hard and I thought we could blow off some steam. And when I saw Cami there too, I had a drink sent over to her."

"You sent that drink to let me know you were watching me," she accused. "All while letting that Alicia girl feel you up."

"She was just looking at my tattoos," Chance countered.

"With her fingers," Cami scoffed. 

"So you were jealous?" I deduced.

Cami looked at Chance, obviously flustered. "Maybe?"

"This only works if you're being honest."

Cami huffed, "Fine. I didn't like that girl putting her hands on you."

"Did you know she was jealous?" I asked Chance calmly.

He nodded and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "She pretty much told me she was."

"And how did you handle that?"

"I teased her about it. But before that I reassured her that she was just a colleague."

"But then you brought her home and fucked her," Cami spat.

"I didn't," Chance sighed as his head fell into his hands. "When I came home and realized you weren't coming home, I went back to the back and I drank too much. Alicia offered to drive my car and help me upstairs."

"And then you fucked her," Cami whispered.

"I didn't!" Chance argued. "I told her no." He looked down at his hands and swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He stretched his arm out across the cushions with his palm upturned. "I don't want anyone else."

Cami glanced at his hand as it laid close enough for her to touch. He pulled it back after a few moments and threw it over his eyes as he leaned back. "It doesn't even matter now. You...went home with Kyle. And I can only imagine what happened when you got there."

Cami shook her head. "Yeah. Because I just sleep with anyone. That's really me."

Chance pulled his arm away and lifted his head slowly. "I know you like him, Cami. You've dated him and...kissed him."

"That doesn't mean I would just sleep with him. I was mad, but not mad enough to sleep with someone I barely know."

Chance's expression softened, but neither of them seemed ready to apologize yet. I noticed the time, realizing I needed to get ready for my next class. With the gym closed, I had started teaching at a nearby yoga studio and it seemed like a good fit for me. I hadn't told Chance yet, but I wasn't sure if I'd be going back to the gym or not.

"I'll be right back," I told them, slipping away to go get changed. 

"Mother, may I get something to eat?" Chance called down the hall to me. 

I laughed and shouted back at him, "As long as you two keep talking, I don't care!"

I could hear them grumbling, but then they laughed and I knew they were getting somewhere.


I followed Chance into the kitchen, nervously glancing at him as he looked in the fridge. "What sounds good to eat?" He was bent over, shirtless, with those back muscles on full display and suddenly I was very distracted. "Cami?"

I shrugged. "Sandwiches?"

He smiled. "Good choice. I could go for that."

He began pulling out the lunch meat and cheese while I washed my hands and got the bread from the pantry. We stood beside each other as I assembled his sandwich and he was close enough for me to feel his breath on my shoulder. 

"So...last night. That kid behaved himself, right? I mean, he kept his hands to himself?" Chance asked with a shaky breath.

I spun around and found myself nearly pressed to Chance's chest as he leaned over me. I was all set to deliver a snappy comeback when Chance reached out to push my hair away from my face. He let his fingers linger on my cheek for a moment before letting his hand fall back to his side.

I nodded. "He was a gentleman. He just… let me have some space and some time to think."

Chance chewed on the corner of his mouth and sighed deeply. "That's good. That's real good. I know...I was a dick to him, but he's a good guy." He paused and ran a hand through his hair. "He's the kind of guy you should be with, Cami."

My mouth fell open in shock. "Are you fucking serious?"

Chance leaned back, obviously stunned at my reaction. "I'm trying to do the right thing here, Cami. What the fuck?"

"You just wanna give up then? Want me to ride off in the sunset with Kyle? Is that it?" I accused, poking him hard in the chest.

I watched as his face tensed up and he gripped both my wrists, pulling them behind my own back. He backed me up to the edge of the counter and I could see the tick in his jaw. His voice was low and deep when he murmured, "What the fuck do you want from me? You think it's easy for me to let you go?"

I gulped loudly and shook my head. "Then don't do it."

He lowered his head to my shoulder and sighed. "I'm making you hate me. I'm driving myself crazy with jealousy and that is not me. Something has to give."

Chance lifted his head slowly, his cheek brushing against mine. "I need to do the right thing here, baby."

When he pulled back enough for me to see his eyes, I scowled  at him and shoved him even farther back. "You're a coward," I accuse with venom in my voice.

"A coward?" he echoed. "Why? Because I can't stand seeing you miserable?"

"You're a coward for giving up. Relationships are hard, Chance. You just wanna walk away because I won't fall into bed with you? Fuck you."

I spun around and grabbed a knife, cutting our sandwiches and chewing the inside my cheek to overcome the need to cry. 

"I see that leaving you two alone didn't help." Shayne's voice cut across the room and I could tell she was disappointed. "I guess this calls for stronger measures."

Shayne walked around us to get to the refrigerator when suddenly I felt cold metal closing in around my wrist. I twisted around to see Chance getting the same treatment behind me. Shayne had shackled both of our right wrists together with handcuffs.

"What the fuck, Shayne?" Chance shouted, yanking his arm back and forcing me to stumble back into his chest.

Shayne just laughed and opened the fridge. "I told you two you need to talk. Being connected like this will force you to do so. Anything the two of you want to do, you'll have to work together to figure out a way."

"This is horseshit," Chance grumbled, wrapping both arms around me and using the knife in my hand to fiddle with the lock.

Shayne floated across the room with an apple in one hand and a shiny key in the other. "Sorry, Chance. Those cuffs are the real deal. I didn't get them at a sex shop. The only way you're getting out is with this key."

And with that she was gone. "I can't believe she did this," he groaned.

I sighed, "Grab your sandwich."

"Why? How will that help us?"

"It won't, but I'm hungry!"

"Okay," he conceded, reaching around me to grab his plate. It took us a few minutes of twisting and turning to walk the few steps over to the kitchen table. 

Of course she had to cuff us this way. We could barely move without being plastered to each other, his front to my back. We looked at the chairs, trying to decide how we could sit and eat.

"You gotta sit on my lap," Chance finally said.

"Oh quit it. I will not be sitting on your lap," I declared with attitude.

"Fine," he scoffed as he plopped into a chair and placed his plate in front of him. "I guess you wanna stand instead?"

I glanced down at him, forced to be sandwiched between him and the table. I picked up my food and leaned down to take a bite. "Can you reach the chips?" Chance grinned.

"Oh for fuck's sake," I mumbled under my breath. I reached past him, pulling the pantry door open and grabbing the first bag I found.

"Don't we have bar-b-q flavored?"

"No! Just eat these and shut up."

Chance used his cuffed hand to grip my hip, yanking me down onto his lap. "Stop fighting me," he ordered when I tried to stand back up. 

He spread his legs wide and turned me sideways. When I gave him a scowl, he just smiled sweetly. "Just trying to make you more comfortable, sweetie," he told me in the most patronizing tone.

I finally relented when my hunger won out. "You sure you don't wanna feed me?" he teased.

"Don't push it."

Somehow we managed to finish our food and even get to the fridge for water. We decided to leave the dishes for Shayne when we couldn't figure out how to do it ourselves. 

We shuffled into the living room and in an effort to look at his face, I curled into him, forcing him to wrap his cuffed arm around me. "What now?"

I peered up at him, suddenly overwhelmed at how close we stood to each other. I pulled my lower lip in between my teeth and watched how his ocean blue eyes followed my mouth and grew darker. "Please don't do that," Chance breathed, reaching up with his free hand to release my lip. His thumb lingered there, brushing softly against my skin and pulling down slightly. He never let his eyes drift from my mouth.

Everything seemed too much with him so close. The way she had us cuffed left us little wiggle room. I glanced around the living room and nodded toward the couch. "Should we even try...to go sit down?"

Chance shrugged and laughed. "It's either that or one of our beds."

"Let's try the couch," I laughed nervously.

After twisting ourselves around several times and nearly feeling like a pretzel, we finally settled on spooning. It wasn't really preferred by either one of us, but neither was me sitting on his lap for the rest of the time. "Should we watch a movie?" I suggested, suddenly nervous when our cuffed hands curled around my hip and Chance held me tightly to his body.

"I suppose we should talk?" he suggested. His breath fanned through my shirt and I shivered. "Are you cold?"

"No," I sighed, but Chance still tucked his leg between mine and somehow pulled me closer.

"I've really missed holding you like this," he whispered into my hair. "I hate not having you in my bed at night. Do you feel how perfectly we fit together?"

The couch was forcing us even closer than normal and I did miss feeling him hold me at night. But maybe we weren't right for each other. Maybe Chance couldn't get past his issues with having a girlfriend and maybe my body issues would always make me feel inferior to the women who would always be in Chance's orbit because of what he did for a living.

I didn't want it to be true, but maybe this was unavoidable.

Chance lifted our joined hands and brushed the hair away from my neck. He buried his head in that space and fisted his hand inside my t-shirt. His lips on my skin was driving me insane. The way his breath sped up let me know he was getting worked up. I squeezed my eyes closed when he kissed my neck and dragged his lips around the shell of my ear.

I was about to suggest we move until I heard his voice, soft and deep in my ear. "I'm sorry. You were right about why I sent that drink over to you. I was keeping an eye on you and I was disappointed that you didn't acknowledge me. And I know you weren't sneaking off to see Kyle."

I rolled onto my back and peered up at him as he stayed on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. "I'm gonna apologize to Kyle for trying to hurt him last night and attacking him this morning."

"I would appreciate that, Chance. And I know I didn't handle things the right way either. It was wrong of me to run to Kyle instead of coming home and trying to fix it." I paused and let my gaze roam over his face. "I wanted to hurt you. And I knew going home with Kyle would do that. But seeing Alicia standing there this morning...shit that hurt so badly. I wanted to take it all back when you did the same thing to me."

"I really didn't try to hurt you. Alicia promised to drive my car home and take an uber back to her place. That was all. I didn't ask her to come up and I never did it out of spite."

I looked at our joined hands and how Chance had laced our fingers over the back of mine. "How can you be sure you didn't have sex with her if you were so drunk?"

The corners of his mouth turned up a little and he pressed his lips to my cheek. "I slept in your bed. I kept hoping you'd come back and I didn't want you to find me in bed with her. I couldn't do that to you, Cami."

"So where does that leave us now? Keep seeing each other? Break up? What?"

"I just want you to be happy," he tried to convince me. When he leaned in closer, to kiss me, I grabbed his chin.

"That's what I want for you, too. And I am happy with you," I paused to grin up at him, rolling my eyes as I did. "I mean I'm happy when you're not being a jealous asshole."

He raised his eyebrows and let his mouth fall open. "A jealous asshole, huh? You mean like how you were acting over a certain blonde?"

With all the attitude I could muster, I sassed, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yeah, I bet you don't," he breathed with a smile. He held my gaze and I could feel that heated look from him. I loved the butterflies that look gave me and how it warmed me from the inside. He lifted the hem of my t-shirt a little and let his fingers drag circles on my exposed skin. Chance looked down at my hardened nipples, that were now poking painfully against the fabric stretched tight around my breasts.

I guided his hand up further, urging him to touch me like we hadn't done in almost a week. He plucked the puckered skin and my mouth fell open in a gasp of pleasure. "Oh, Chance," I sighed.

As he continued to roll the bud between his forefinger and thumb, I moaned for him to give me more. Chance covered my mouth with his, sipping the sounds coming from my lips. My whole body was quivering with need and shaking from anticipation. 

With his tongue thrusting into my mouth and me more than frustrated I

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