Tapping on his steering wheel, Cameron wondered how much longer Sharon was going to take. It had been half an hour since he had arrived and ten minutes since he had found a parking space. And within that time, she was still not done. She had told him that the queue was long when he had last called her. With it being a Saturday, he could believe her. But he was impatient.

Logan had dropped a bomb on him last night, or early this morning. He was still processing and absorbing. Not that he was even close to absorbing everything. He didn't even know whether he believed his teammate but the accusations were serious. So serious that he was considering calling his lawyers and pay their exorbitant consultation fees. But before he did anything, he wanted to talk to Sharon.

He didn't know why she was the only person he wanted to talk with about this. He was violently reminded of their short acquaintance, barely into their third week of knowing each other. And yet, despite all that, she was first person he had thought of when he wanted a second opinion. He had almost woken her up when he had returned this morning but, even in his inebriated state, he knew that was not appropriate. Which was why he had forced himself to sleep and wait until a more socially acceptable time.

However, when he had woken up, he had been livid to find her gone. All the uncertainty and repressed worry had morphed into rage. He had been ready to tear a strip off her when she had answered the phone. But she had defused his anger with her use of logic. His mind had been diverted from the anger when she had presented a perfectly rational reason, effectively derailing his anger and disconcerting him.

Roughly running his hand over his face, Cameron was officially tired of waiting. And he was not a patient person in the first place. Grabbing his phone, he got out and was about to head to the entrance when he noticed her heading his way with her full cart. He leaned against his door, waiting for her to reach him when he noticed someone, a man, tailing her. Putting on his sunglasses, he stood up straight and eyed the man. He was slight, visible even with the coat he was wearing, and quite short, half a feet taller than Sharon at most. His brown hair was covered with a beanie and his eyes seemed to be fastened on Sharon's butt.

Eyes narrowing, he spared Sharon a smile when she greeted him and moved to the trunk, preparing to deck the man if he began to move faster or acted in any way more suspicious. He was so focused on the man that he was shocked when Sharon began talking to him as she unloaded the cart.

Did she know him?

Stunned, he was rooted to the ground, watching the man help her. But it was when Sharon began to laugh that he moved. Stalking to the back, he roughly took the bag out of the man's hands and stowed it away. His irritation grew when Sharon continued talking to man, allowing him to touch her hand and shoulder. They seemed to be having a rousing discussion about types of vegetables and fruits and their seasons. Mentally scoffing while he made sure everything was placed properly, he had to wonder at the man's flirting skills. Turning back to Sharon after he closed the trunk door, he frowned.

Why was the man still here? Clearly, he was no longer needed. All the groceries had been stowed away, not that he had been of much help since he'd just thrown the items everywhere. Sharon was even heading to her side of the car, indicating she was wanted to leave, and,yet, the man was still there, talking to her.

He knew she wasn't interested in him. She always kept a distance between them, not moving to flirtatiously touch the man or laugh at his jokes. He could tell her laugh now was more out of politeness than any real mirth. So why was she still entertaining this loser?

Narrowing his eyes when he heard her laugh again, he had to repress the urge to get between Sharon and the man. He was an adult. He was mature. He was above middle school antics. So he did what any adult male would do. He got into his car and turned on the most offensive song he had. It just so happened the song had a very strong bass. So the car was actually shaking from the song.

Ignoring the voice in his head that was making fun of his actions, that felt very much like jealousy, and the glares Sharon was shooting him, he sang the song to himself while tapping his steering wheel. He absently kept a lookout for any paparazzis and fans. He had taken his bigger car, having dropped by his apartment to change it. The Range Rover boasted a bigger trunk space than his Corvette and had the double benefit of being lesser known in society. Having known how much Sharon was going to buy, he knew the much roomier trunk space would be welcome as the Corvette had barely contained what they had bought the last time.

Finally, after he had developed a headache from the music, she finally got into the car. He drove off immediately after making sure she had put on her seat belt, ignoring her squeal of surprise.

"Hey, that was rude. You didn't even let me wave goodbye to Gabriel,"she huffed while folding her arms. His hands tightened on the steering wheel.

"Gabriel,"he scoffed as he maneuvered around traffic, ignoring the profanities and horns. "It fits the guy."

"What? Sweet, helpful and cute?" Cute? She found him cute? He had to wonder at her standards.

"More like dweeby, dorky and loser-ish,"he growled as he sharply turned into the street. "Did you even see the shirt he was wearing? Which self-respecting adult would announce their love of Superman like that?"

"Hey, it's cute. And there's plenty of people who like Superman."

"I'm sure there are but no one would wear such a tacky shirt. And why was he even at Walmart? I didn't see him with anything."

"H-he was helping me find some items. I had to join a queue soon after you called me and he had to help me find some things I didn't manage to grab. He even abandoned his cart for me."

He had to stop from rolling his eyes. She was making sound like a saint. She was so naive. He knew any guy who was that helpful was only out for one thing.

"Oh yeah? What a great guy. He must not have any ulterior motive,"he sneered. From the corner of his eye, he saw that she was holding onto her seat belt tightly.

"W-what do you have against him?"

"Nothing except that he's an embarrassment to all men. He's like, what, twenty-five and he can't even flirt properly. Did he even give you his number?"he sneered, relieved to see the building approaching. He didn't know where the animosity was coming from. He hadn't attacked a guy who had never deserved it before. It was trash talking but different. Wrong.

With trash talking, at least the guys could trash him back. Right now, he was putting down this guy who had done nothing wrong to him. He had only talked to Sharon, made her laugh. And from the way his fingers were tightening around the steering wheel as he parked the car, he knew he'd found the reason for his anger. And if he was forced to give a reason, he'd have to say it was jealousy. Yet, what did he have to be jealous about? Even though he was attracted to her, he was not a possessive man. So why was he thinking of throttling this Gabriel for even touching Sharon?

Barely resisting the urge to hit his steering wheel, he was about to get out of the car when he heard a sniff from the other side. A wet sniff. His eyes widening, he wondered whether he should say anything. She wasn't saying anything. She was getting ready to leave as well but he knew if he didn't, the subject would fester and she would explode like last time. Treating everything he said as an attack.

"Sharon, what's wrong?"he asked, turning to her. She shook her head even as her head and shoulders were curved forward. Her hair was covering her face but from the way her hands were darting to her face, he knew she was crying. "Sharon, look-"

"Let's get the groceries. My ice cream is melting,"she said, cutting him off. He could see that she wasn't going to talk about it and he wanted to be relieved by it but he wasn't. He didn't like that she was cutting him off. Hiding her feelings from him. So he grabbed her hand closest to him when it was hitching the strap of her bag to her shoulder and waited for her response. It wasn't far from coming. She began trying to pull and push her hand out of his grasp while still keeping her face covered. He just waited.

Until, sufficiently angered, she turned to scowl at him.

"Let me go,"she growled, the light in the underground car park showing her slightly blotchy face that came from her tears. But he didn't see that. He only saw the anger and hate that was being directed at herself.

"C'mon. Tell me why you're crying,"he said softly. From the tightening of her lips, he could tell that she was going to be stubborn. "I'm not letting you out until you talk to me. And I don't care if your ice cream is liquid." Her eyes widened at the reminder of her ice cream but she was still stubborn. He could see that she was thinking about it when her eyes darted to the back of the car and then to her hand. Finally, she looked up at him and sighed.

"It's just that I realise how dumb I am. I'm so trusting. And he was so easy to talk to. Even though I didn't tell him who you are, I didn't even think of the implications of him following me to the car. What you said just made me realise something bad could have happened if I was alone. Which reminded me of my ex-boyfriend and how he hurt me. How it was all my fault. And-"

Cameron waited for her to continue but it seemed that she had come to the end of the sharing session. Honestly, it had not been helpful. He was so confused. How did women's brains work?

"Um, I didn't say anything about you. I was only focused on the guy-"

"Gabriel,"she supplied with a small smile. He wasn't going to even utter that name but her smile made him feel that he was helping so he forced himself to say it.

"Yeah, Gabriel. So I don't know how this led to you being dumb. N-not that I'm saying you are. Out of all the women I know, you're the least dumb person. So that puts you in the same category as my mom and sisters. Well, most of them. The verdict is still out on the youngest. But I digress. What I'm trying to say is that I'm confused." He didn't know where that verbal vomit came from. He, who was so protective of his family and always trying to keep them out of the limelight, just volunteered information about them. And he was surprisingly fine about that. What worried him was the ease of sharing the information with her.

"Thanks, I guess,"she said, mirth replacing the anger and hatred. That made his worry evaporate. Then her eyes darkened slightly, sadness vying with the mirth. "It's just the comfort with Gabriel made me think of my ex. All the feelings that connected with him came back. And after not thinking about him for so long, it was just... a shock."

"So it had nothing to do with what I said?"he asked, still unsure. Her laughter reassured him and he could relax.

"I'm sure it did but you're not the reason why I cried. Don't worry." She patted his hand and that was when he was reminded that he was still holding her hand all this while. Startled, he let her go with an apology, making her laugh again which made him smile. "So, can we finally leave the car? It's starting to smell and I really need to get my ice cream into the fridge."

That made him roll his eyes even as he had to agree about the smell.

AN: Hey guys. Sorry for the late update. I was sick the entire of this week and was not able to really work on this chapter. But it's here now. So YAY!! Shoutout to @AlexiaLeon2 for the push to make me work on this Haha.

Anyway, I've made some edits on the earlier chapters and will update them in the next day or so. Do check it out.

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