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Accidental Roommate By Saiyidah Rahman Characters: 12725

Updated: 2018-10-27 00:16


"My stomach hurts. It hurts so bad, "Sharon moaned miserably on her bed, shifting to a feral position. Her hands clutching her stomach, she briefly glared at him before closing them again. Barely suppressing his smile, Cameron left her to her room while waiting for the other side to pick up.

She had barely managed to hold it in until they had arrived at the apartment. And it had been a close call. She had been curled up, doubling over in the car while he had been at his most reckless, weaving in and out of traffic. Then rushing frantically after her as she'd danced on the spot.

"Ice cream, you are my best friend and my worst enemy today. How can I love you so much when you've hurt me so? Why do you build me up while tearing me down in the same moment? Why do I hate you but can't forget you? Why?" Her cries of despair echoed through the hall.

She was becoming quite the poet while wracked in pain, he observed in amusement. And he would have been laughing out loud if he didn't feel guilty at the same time.

To be fair, he hadn't known her stomach was delicate today. He had just wanted to share a newly discovered ice cream parlor with her. She should have said no if she knew her body couldn't take it. This was why he controlled her ice cream intake.

On the other hand, he knew how irresistible ice cream was to her. It was like flapping a red flag in front of a bull. She was going to charge at it, ignoring everything else. And that was what had happened.

Imagine his shock when she had collapsed right in front of him while heading back to the office. One moment she was happily licking and biting down on her cone and the next, her cone was splattered on the pavement as she leaned heavily into him. Luckily, she hadn't fallen headfirst into the concrete or there would be scrapes and scratches on top of her upset stomach.

"Hello. Colton speaking."

"Oh hey, Matt." Glad that the call connected, he kept an ear out for any noises from Sharon's room.

"Cameron? What's going on? What did you do?"

"Nothing. I didn't do anything." He was offended but now wasn't the time. "I just called to let you know that Sharon won't be coming back this afternoon. She came down with something over lunch and is at home resting."

"She's with you? You ate lunch with her?"

"Yes. Is there something wrong with that?"he asked testily.

"Wha- No! No, nothing wrong at all. You know, abit weird but- Alright, thanks for letting me know. What happened anyway?"

"She just learned the perils of having too much ice cream. But she should be back by tomorrow. I'll keep you updated. Thanks."

"Wait. Cameron. Wait!" Just as he was about to end the call, the cries of his agent was heard. Curiosity made him continue.

"Yeah?"

"I just got a strange request. From Logan. Do you know why he wants to meet with me this Friday? I know he's been hanging around you a lot."

"What? He's set a meeting with you?" That was fast. Cameron didn't know why he'd want to set one so early but knew be should act dumb.

"Yeah. It's a meeting directly with me. He even asked that Kathryn not be included." That was smart. But he had to have everything done then. Or else Kathryn could sway the decision.

"Will you be meeting him alone?"

"I don't want to. I hate stepping on toes, especially my own employee. But I have to since this is a specific request from him. Do you know what this is about?"

"No idea." Feeling the phone vibrate in his hand, he briefly glanced at the screen before returning to Matt. This was the perfect excuse to end the call. Lying, or misdirecting wasn't his forte. "Hey, I have to go. There's a call coming in."

"Alright, alright. Talk to you soon. Keep me updated on Sharon's status. Maybe she'll lay off the ice cream for a while."

"That's not going to happen, "Cameron responded drily before hanging up. Going to the next call, his brows came together, wondering why he was calling. "Hey, Logan. What's up?" Not wanting to disturb the now-quiet Sharon, he moved to the kitchen, settling onto the island. He was still close enough that he could hear her. "How's your search going?"

"I've got a few people in mind but wanted to run them by Sharon. Do you know what she's doing? There was no answer when I called." His heart at his throat, Cameron had the strongest urge to end the call.

But if he did, that would bring suspicion upon himself. He didn't even know why he felt that way. He had to say something. But he didn't want to tell the truth. As in the two of them were becoming too close for his liking- Ah, not that. Why, why did that come to his mind? Ah, um, ah, right! Sharon was not feeling well. Surely, she wouldn't want any disturbance.

Right?

Right.

"Cameron? You still there?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm here. Look, man, Sharon's got a stomach ache now so she can't come to the phone now."

"Stomach ache? That sucks. Well, I won't bother her while she's sick."

"Yeah. That's a good idea. Sorry I couldn't help-"

"Wait. You still can. I just need someone to look the list over. Do you mind if we meet?"

"I don't know. Someone had to take care of her-"

"Wait. She's at the apartment? That's even better. I'll hang around until she gets better-"

"No! No. I mean, she needs to rest. And I don't know if she'll be better anytime soon. I think I'll see you at a nearby coffeeshop." His heart pounding, Cameron waited to see if his ploy worked- No, not ploy. He wasn't tricking Logan. He was just speaking that truth. Was it wrong?

"Oh, that's fine. I can just stay over again. I mean, the room's still free, right? And I'm more comfortable talking about it at the apartment."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? And if you want to come so much, then come. But don't blame me if she doesn't entertain you." As irritated as he was, Cameron couldn't help but feel relieved.

Logan seemed like another guy entirely. It was like he had been possessed. He had so much energy and so positive. Cameron was glad he had decided on a road and even if that road was rough and bumpy, he would happily help his teammate in whatever capacity.

"Whatever." Cameron could hear him rolling his eyes. "I'll be there soon. Should I get anything along the way? Soup, maybe?"

Pleased by his thoughtfulness, Cameron was about to answer when he felt a breath on

his ear. Startled, he was about to turn when it spoke.

"Iceeee creeeeaaaam."

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

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"Hey, hey. You are sick because of this. You were just expressing your hatred for that just hours ago. So how can you just eat it again?" Cameron couldn't help but question, watching Sharon scarfing down another bowl of ice cream. She pointedly ignored him and held up the bowl for another serving. Logan, being the fool, readily served her. Cameron snapped. Snatching the tub from his teammate, he snarled. "Stop it. She barely recovered and you're feeding her more poison. At least have dinner."

"Give it back, "Sharon cried petulantly, her eyes following him as he stored the ice cream in the freezer. Once he closed the door, she turned mischievous eyes on him. "You could have asked Logan to get dinner too."

"Shut up, "Cameron mumbled, ignoring her giggle Using the open chiller door, he stuck his face inside to hide the sudden reddening. He couldn't say that his mind had stopped working upon her insidious whisper. That had not even crossed his mind. And he was sure Logan felt the same. "There's nothing to eat."

"Of course not. You cleaned it out last night. How can anyone eat so much in one sitting?

"You have not been around athletes. And are you calling me fat-"

"Alright, alright. Let's stop fighting and get take out, my treat, "Logan said, cutting into what was going to be a big argument.

"Why don't we get the person who's complaining to get the bill?"Sharon responded cheekily. Even he knew she was talking about him. Popping his head out to show her his not-amused face, he took a bottle of beer and walked to the island. Luckily, Logan didn't take her seriously and was looking for places to order from.

"You guys ok with Italian food?"Logan mumbled, staring intently on his phone. Without any response from them, he began tapping on his phone earnestly.

"What is he ordering?"Cameron asked softly, deliberately breathing onto her ears. Brushing her hand over her ear and smacking him gently, she turned her head away. Clearly, she was pouting. Anticipation building, his hand reached out to play with her hair.

Laying his head on his upper arm, he kept fiddling with the ends of her hair. She was tough, holding strong against his provocation. Brushing her hair against her neck, ear, shoulder, he waited for her to respond. Or a reaction. It was fun to play with her hair. It was a dark reddish-brown. And silky. Shiny. Sliding over everything effortlessly.

Of course, her body had a part to play in that aspect. If it wasn't so soft and smooth, it wouldn't be so entertaining. Oh, a twitch. He was wearing her down. His lips lifting up into a malicious grin, he continued but this time, he lightened his touch. Her hair was barely skimming over her skin, connecting one freckle to the other on her shoulder.

He found her freckles fascinating. Where did they come from? There was no way that part of her was exposed to the sun. Her clothes covered all parts of her body. Like everything. He had not seen her wear a tank top although she loved oversized shirts. If he wasn't wrong, the shirt she was wearing now was his. But he didn't mind.

But you hated other people wearing your clothes, a voice called in his head. Turning a deaf ear to the voice of reason, he continued playing with her.

Finally, she snapped.

"Can you stop?"she cried, pushing his arm away. Apparently she was unsatisfied with that because she tried to push him and his chair away. Unsuccessfully. "You're so annoying."

"Well, that is one of my many talents, "he said grandly, sitting up straight and puffing his chest.

"I don't think that is anything to be proud of, "she snapped in return. Glaring at him once, she turned away again. Had she not learned her lesson? Grinning like a loon, he waited. Suddenly, pulling her hair up, she tied it up in a ponytail. The ponytail wasn't special or anything but Cameron found that he couldn't take his eyes off.

Her hair wasn't long, just reaching the middle of her back. So the ends of the ponytail just grazed between the shoulder blades. With tendrils and flyaway hairs fluttering all over her head, the sense of mischief, which had not totally abated, returned with a vengeance. He wanted to tease with those tendrils.

"Can the both of you stop flirting in front of me?"

Logan suddenly turned to the two of them, frowning. Sharon literally jumped out of her chair. If she hadn't jumped in Cameron's direction, she would be sprawled on the ground. He barely held in the laughter as he gently helped her back to her chair.

"Logan, "she cried at the howling man. Her admonishment wasn't that effective and her face slowly reddened to a bright red. "So-so what did you order?"

"It's something good. It's my favourite restaurant in the entire city. You are going to fall in love with it, Sharon." Logan must really like the restaurant. He was gushing over it like a girl gushed over cute things. Cameron was faintly unnerved.

"Ah, great." At her strained voice, he glanced over at her and almost laughed. She was looking at Logan like he had transformed into a cat. Catching his mirthful eyes, she hit him once before turning to Logan again.

His teammate had such a satisfied look that he was tempted to hit him. Just to get the look off his face, not for any other malicious purposes. As if sensing the dangerous mood, Sharon took over the conversation.

"So Logan, why are you here? I mean, I appreciate the ice cream but don't you have other things to do?"

Cameron froze. Those were harsh words. Or it could be interpreted as such. He, himself, heard the concern in her voice. But someone else, someone who was barely coping with a life altering decision, cough Logan cough, could take it the wrong way. Especially when that someone had barely returned to normal.

"I don't really want to see your face again but I need your help." Perking up as if a dog greeting its owner, Logan straightened and leaned over the island. He held out his phone, facing the screen to her. "Look at this and let me know who to choose."

"What is this? Is this inappropriate?" It was funny how Sharon was looking at Logan, suspicion ripe in her eyes. It was so funny that he had the strongest urge to frown. Frown, scowl and growl.

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