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Accidental Roommate By Saiyidah Rahman Characters: 14621

Updated: 2018-09-12 16:34

"What the hell, Cameron? I know I let you walk around the office all you want but this? This time? This time has crossed the line. This is too fucking much, "Matt shouted at Cameron, his body vibrating with his anger. Looking at his livid face across the table, Cameron couldn't find anything to say in rebuttal. He could just sink into his seat.

He knew how possessive Matt was, obsessively so in his opinion, so there was no way that he would come out of this unscathed. Even though he hadn't seen anything, having turned around the moment he realised what he had walked in on, Matt wouldn't let this slide.

To be honest, though, he didn't blame the man. If this had been him and his girlfriend, no man would come out of the room alive. As to why Sharon popped up when he talked about girlfriend, he shelved it aside for later consideration.

"Just what is so important that you just had to barge in? Is your life in danger? Anyone in the hospital? Are deaths going to happen if you didn't come in right this minute?" Cameron was barely holding in his wince. Matt was really flailing him with the sharp side of his tongue. Any chance or opportunity to cut in was blocked by his scathing remarks. "Oh, I know. Maybe it's about money. I mean, since your career is in the dumps-"

"Not. Another. Word, "Cameron growled, his own anger flaring into existence. Any guilt or remorse was erased by that attack.

"Or what? You're going to punch me? With your busted shoulder? I'm going to feel that so much, "Matt cried mockingly, leaning over him across the table, his arms braced atop the table. Shooting to his feet, Cameron leaned against the table as well, until their faces were almost touching.

The air in the room was rife with their rage. Even the busy New York traffic was silent, as if not wanting o get into them. Glaring at each other, none of them made a move.

Cameron was aware that Matt was holding himself back. He was as well. But it wasn't for the lack of want. He was aching to rearrange that stupid face, his hands curling into fists on the table edge. He was sure Matt wanted to do the same thing. He saw how tense Matt's forearm was, almost straining against his own skin.

But they both stayed their fists.

For Cameron, as much as he wanted to let his fist fly, he knew that Sharon was going to say something. And the very thought of Sharon looking at him in disappointment drained the urge.He was already here against her wishes. There was no way he was going to add another strike against himself.

But even as he acknowledged this, he didn't know what to do. Looked like his agent was still mad, barely keeping himself back; he was not going to make the first move. And it chafed to even think about being the first. His pride refused to let him do it but-

"Look, "Cameron said, letting out a sigh. It was a cathartic sigh, where he. His muscles lost their tension and he was able to drop into his chair. "I didn't mean to walk in on you and I'm sorry. I would never have crossed that door if I'd known. Like, who needs the sight of your scrawny ass ingrained in their minds? Dude, I have seen a lot of asses and yours is seriously the scrawniest. It is a worry. What will Cindy think? You've got to get you butt game up. Do more squats. Maybe up the weight-"

Cameron was sick about talking about butts. It was worth it, though, when the anger slowly left Matt and his body visibly relaxed. As he continued talking about butt-improvement exercises, Matt took a seat in his own chair and waited for him to stop.

"Are you done?"he asked when Cameron was catching his breath. Meekly nodding, Cameron waited for him to say something. "Putting aside this issue of my scrawny butt, can you tell me why you are here, Cam? Is this about Sharon?"

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"Sharon mentioned it to me this morning." Cameron was surprised. He hadn't expected that. But now that he knew, he was wary for a counterattack. Although he should have prepared for all eventuality. "So what do you want to say about this?"

"I just think that this is not a good use of her capabilities. She can do much more than just admin work. Why don't you get her to try as an agent? I'm sure that'll work out for both of you."

"Well, I'm glad that you are thinking about others. Especially for someone who isn't part of your team or family. It's great

d courage. His nerves had been haywire the moment he had stepped out of the office that he didn't know he had even called Sharon until he heard her voice.

They hadn't spoken about anything important or significant but it was enough for him to get his bearings again. And now, after bare minutes after the call, he'd received another call from her and this time she was the one in trouble.

Wondering what could have happened in between, he slowed down upon passing an alley. His ears detected voices and he could have sworn he'd picked up Sharon's voice. Heading back to make sure, imagine his surprise when he indeed saw her in there. Along with Logan and another woman.

Relieved to see that she was fine, he was about to call out a greeting when Logan suddenly pushed Sharon so hard that she was falling. Were his eyes playing a trick on him? Did Logan just do that?

Watching Sharon catch herself on the wall, he determined that his eyes were working just fine. A burst of outrage igniting within his chest, he ran to them. But his feet slowed to a stop when he neared, unable to decipher what was happening.

He could see that Sharon was unhappy and arguing loudly with Logan. He could hear her voice from the outside so her voice was plenty loud. It was more like berating him since Logan was not responding, a one-sided conversation. He was just listening, a sullen air around him. It was unlike a rebellious teenager listening to their parents' scolding.

"You've just met this woman today and you're going to listen to her? You're just going to ignore everything that I said, things that you specifically asked me, just for this hussy-"

"Hey, who are you calling a hussy?"the woman cried, insulted. Reminded of her presence, Cameron was surprised by her outfit. For a chilly weather, even in the afternoon, her skin was remarkably exposed. Clad in a thin black jacket, white tank top that was stretched out by her huge chest and a tiny mini skirt, he wondered how she was frozen to an icicle, much less not shivering yet. "Am I a hussy just because I get men's looks? His looks?"

Suddenly realising that she had spotted him when she fluttered her lashes in his direction, Cameron hurried to Sharon. He was scrambling to come up with an excuse. He didn't want her to think he was attracted to this strange woman. It was just a case of absurdity. As in she was so absurd that he couldn't help but look.

"Um, what are you guys doing here?"he asked, looking nervously down at Sharon. Her silence made him expect the worst. Was she holding in tears? Why else wouldn't she say anything? Or was she so angry she couldn't say anything?

Looking at Logan for help, he was surprised to see his teammate making out with the woman. They were really going at it, the woman's legs hooking around his waist and his hand digging under her tank top, obviously squeezing her breasts.

What was going on?

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