I stayed indoors. Despite my better judgement I stayed indoors.
It would be been fine but Camille kept coming in everyday. She would waltz in, swinging her hips from side to side and she would squeak at the top of her voice "good morning"like everything was peach perfect.
Her voice was always chirpy and her expression was even more so. She would drop the breakfast tray on the table and then she would act like we were long lost besties that have lived a couple of years without each other.
I wouldn't have hated the company if she didn't talk about men so much. Don't get me wrong, I'm not hating her for it, I just hate how her every conversation revolved around it. She just seems so excited about everything, especially being alpha grayson's prospective pleasure doll.
Somehow, she thinks
