My eyes meet Bridget’s in horror. We are on another planet in this place. For ten minutes we watch two girls practically dry-hump Cameron on his stool until he finally stands and leads them both out the front door by their hands.
“I guess we know what Cam is doing tonight,” Bridget murmurs.
My stomach drops. How many times has Joshua done just that? Picked up more than one girl and taken them home from one of these pussy parties. Past tense, past tense, past tense, I try to remind myself. I see Ben through the hallway looking around, obviously for us.
“I’m going out to see Joshua.” I frown.
“Ok,” they reply.
“You guys coming?” I ask.
“No, we are good here.”
I walk out to the backyard and see Joshua talking to a group of men. One hand is holding his drink and the other is in his pocket. His eyes narrow when he sees me and he runs his tongue over his front teeth. He’s angry.
I walk over to him and gently link my arm through his. “Hello.” I smile.
His eyes flick to me and the men all continue their conversation. “I will be coming alone to the next party,” he murmurs into his drink.
I roll my lips as I think of an answer. “Because I was dancing?” A waitress walks past and I grab another champagne off the tray.
“No, because I told you to stay where I can see you,” he replies.
I smile. “I won’t let you leave the house to come without me anyway.”
His eyes drop to mine. “Like you could stop me,” he whispers, annoyed.
I smirk. “I could easily stop you if I wanted to.”
He sips his drink as he raises his eyebrow.
“I would just tie you to the bed,” I murmur into my drink.
A trace of a smile kisses his lips.
I smile broadly.
“Natasha, what do you think of LA?” a man from across the circle asks me. Huh? My eyes flick across the group.
“I love it so far.” I smile nervously. “It will be better when I go to work though.”
“Oh what do you do?” another man asks.
“I’m a psychologist,” I reply.
“Oh, healthcare like Cam,” someone replies.
I smile and nod as my mind flicks to Cam. “Cameron left with two girls,” I whisper to Joshua and his eyes hold mine as he thinks of a reply.
“Cameron’s single,” he mutters.
What in the hell is he doing at this moment? Two girls are probably taking turns at sucking his dick. Oh my god, eeww. Gross.
The men keep talking about Cameron’s new role. “What then?” Joshua whispers as he moves us back from the crowd a bit.
My eyes flick up to him and I frown in question as he pulls me from my disgusting Cameron thoughts.
“You have me tied to the bed. What then?” he asks.