The Carrero Contract - Finding Freedom (Book 3 of Contract Trilogy)

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I stand for the longest time in the kitchen area of the lower floor, knowing I'm delaying the inevitable. Alexi upstairs barging around like a crazed panther and looking to take it out on the person who just publicly disobeyed and humiliated him. I can almost visualise him in all his vicious glory. Caged, wild and ferocious while his family try to contain the eruption.

We were to be a secret ... I have made that impossible now.

I feel like I can't breathe, lungs constricted and wrapped in chains. My body is heavy, running cold with the profound acceptance that this will only end badly for me, and I can't stop shivering. I'm so jittery. Avoiding him is delaying what I deserve but facing him is a fate worse than death.

I need air; I need space; I need solitude. My head is spinning a million miles an hour and the pain from his 'date' revelation is numbing out as logic and sense filter through to give me a massive shake. Regret replaces anger for what I just did; apprehension replaces the satisfaction of purging my club of his past conquests. My brain has stopped her impulsive hate attack on the man who wronged me and is now in the 'maybe I overreacted' frame of thinking.

I'm an idiot sometimes. Too fiery and kick out without thinking at all. Actions from reactions and little to no thought about what truth is staring me in the face.

I did overreact ... her response solidified what he said upstairs. 'It wasn't a date, it was business' in other words, paid to accompany him and act like an adoring mistress. He doesn't pay for company or sex; he doesn't need to. So, she understood she was playing a role and it was going nowhere. He separated it by making it clear it was a business arrangement and nothing else. Took any hopes or misunderstandings out of it so she wouldn't get the wrong idea. Something he would never do for a screw.

Her attitude said it all. His attitude said it all. He was mad because I questioned his truths. He isn't the type to lie to me about cheating. He would just say it how it was. That's who he is. He was angry because I accused him when he knew he was being honest.

And of course, he wouldn't see it as a detail he had to tell me about. She served a similar purpose to the extra men he takes with him, even if they're not needed. It's all about appearances and letting his enemies see only what he wants them to see or know what he intends, and yesterday was all about keeping me secret and safe. She was just a number to his party and not anything of importance.

He didn't lie.

He put on a show to hide the fact there is a woman he cares for.

Me.

And now because of me being a complete idiot, he will have to work ten times as hard to protect me as big-mouthed pissed whores run amok and tell the world how Alexi Carrero's hostess threw a jealous fit and sacked his past conquests. It's just painting a huge red arrow over my goddamn head. Women who already move in dangerous circles and their gossip could be overheard by the wrong people. Rumours spread like wildfire when it's something like this.

Absolutely fucking great, Camilla. Gold star for brightest brain in the building!

I feel sick with the realisation that I acted like a complete mental case consumed with jealousy and pain because I'm insecure and untrusting and carry a million issues relating to that man. I didn't stop to let it filter or think it through and now ... well, we are at war and he is probably storming around, trapped by Mico, and venting like crazy about all the heinous things he wants to do to me. Which of course, Alexi will try so hard to control.

I don't think there is enough booze in the world to calm that kind of chaos right now. And yet another little detail I should have picked up on. He was self-medicating right there in front of me to try and keep his cool with me. I was attacking him, and he was trying not to overreact. That's why he was propped at the bar and downing shots one after the other like a thirsty alky. Self-calming that quick to aggression personality of his because he didn't want to fight with me or make things worse.