"Cameron!" I screamed.

I waited exactly five seconds for him to respond. When he didn't, I shrieked at him even louder.

"Cameron fucking Nash."

I heard footsteps walking down the hallway towards the bedroom. I picked up his pillow off the bed and prepared myself for battle. I was going to hurl it at his oversized head as soon as he stepped foot inside the door.

"Jess, darling, what is it? It must be serious if you are using my middle name."  He grinned like a fucking shark as he stepped into the doorway. 

I launched the pillow in his direction. Unfortunately, Cameron batted it to the ground before it could hit him. 

"I am going to kill you!"  I said as I picked up and threw everything within reach that I could find at him. If it wasn't bolted to the floor, it was flying at his head.  I would have wrapped my hands around his neck if I knew I could get close enough to him before he could stop me.

Cameron smiled at me as he dodged the aerial assault with his ninja skills.

No. it wasn't a smile. It was a smirk. That asshole was fucking smirking at me like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.

My eyes were searching the room for something else to throw, but Cameron was a minimalist with his bedroom décor. There weren't many good options.

The only thing left was the curtain rod above the window.  I could rip it off the wall and beat him over the head with it. He deserved a few stitches after what he had put me through over the last sixteen hours. 

"You are so sexy when you are feisty in the morning, darling." Cameron leaned against the doorway and crossed his arms over his bare chest.

"Don't you darling me, you...you...you...little fuckhead." I screamed and pulled at my hair.

"Love you too, gorgeous." He laughed.

"Bite me." I flipped him off using both hands.

"Get over here and bend over. I'm a little hungry, I got quite the workout last night and I haven't had breakfast yet." He chuckled.

I was beyond angry with him right now. It was not the time for sexy banter.

Cameron knew the exact reason why I was so upset and it just made him cheese at me that much more. Why did I ever think I could win a bet against him?

Fuck, I swear his presence near me made me the stupidest person alive.

"The ring is on the dresser." He said softly.

"I don't care." I huffed.

"You made a bet. You can't back out now. You lost fair and square. Do it, Jess, put the ring on and marry me."

"No." I frowned.

"Come on. You know you want to." He stood up from the doorway and sauntered up close to me.

"No, I don't."

"Yes. You. Do." He leaned in to kiss my nose between every word.

He wasn't completely wrong, but I was never going to admit it.

When I was growing up, I had never pictured myself as the type of girl who would settle down. The only thing I ever dreamt about was having a music career and seeing the world. There was never anything beyond that.

That was until that damn frustrating, sexy golden-haired boy challenged me in every way possible.

No matter how old we got or what happened to us in the future, he would always be that same little boy who held my hand every step of the way.  He was the boy who kissed me for the first time as we laid on the grass underneath the warm sunshine.  He was the boy who found me when I was lost. He was the only boy who had ever truly broken my heart. But, he was also the one who pieced me back together.

He had always been the glue that held me together. He saved me when I didn't know how to save myself.

He was my missing piece.

Cameron Nash was my hero.

The same infuriating hero that I wanted to hit over the head with a large object right now.  I wasn't picky; any large object would do.

I wondered if that crowbar was still hanging up in the garage.  That would be perfect. One perfectly timed swing to the balls would do the trick. 

"Don't you ever get tired of fighting me? You know I have ways of getting you to submit to me, Miss Miller. Or would you prefer if I called you Mrs. Nash?" He cooed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed into me. He stole the opportunity to cop a feel while I was distracted with visions of myself chasing him around the house with different objects.

"I swear I am going to knock your ass to the ground if you do."  I hit his shoulders and struggled to break free from him.

"I'll just pull you down on top of me so you can ride me while I'm down there." He threatened.

I felt the moisture building between my legs.  I hated that he could say the smallest little thing and my body reacted to him this way.  We didn't have time for the things I wanted to do to him right now and I would probably hurt him if he let me get my hands on him. I was feeling overly aggressive.

Of course, he might like it if I hurt him just a little.

"Oh, Jess, you're thinking about it." He teased.

"Well, I can't help it. You were the one who said it."  I pushed him back and sunk down to sit on the edge of the bed.

I curled up into a ball and tucked my knees into my chest.  My head was buried in my arms so I didn't have to look at Cameron. I was losing my self-control bit by bit as each second passed.

I started counting through the E minor scale in my head to calm myself down, but it wasn't working.  I couldn't let go of the thoughts racing through my head.

Today was going to be horrible.

I was supposed to head to the studio this morning to sign the new contract we had laid out in the negotiations and then begin packing to go back to LA. Instead, I was going to have to spend all day on the phone backing out of the verbal agreement I had made to go back out on tour. The label was going to tear me to shreds when they found out. There was a ninety-nine percent chance they would be taking me to court for breaching the original contract. They had played pseudo-nice because they thought I was going to sign the new one. All bets were off now, I had just placed a huge target on my back and they were already lined up, ready to fire.

Here's to hoping that the clause Link built into that contract about my mental health could hold up. Dr. Schroeder might have to put off his retirement for a few more weeks to come to my defense against them.

"Everything will be alright, Jessa. Look, even Puddles thinks so."  I raised my head up and saw Cameron holding a distressed-looking Puddles in his arms, making him wave at me.

"I hope he pees on you."  I reached out for my little pupsicle.

"Still prefer that over him humping my leg." He joked as he handed his puffy butt to me.

"You're not funny. You are making this worse." My lip quivered as I snuggled up to Puddles.

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to call off and stay with you? I know today isn't going to be easy for you. I can see you are a bit off this morning. Leaving you alone right now isn't a good idea."

"No." I sighed. "You need to go to work. One of us has to have a job."

"I can call your mom and ask her to come over to sit with you." He offered.

"Please don't. I need to be alone for a while and I don't want to talk to anyone. I just want to lay down and try to get some rest.  I'm exhausted and I don't feel well at all." I let Puddles go and he jumped off the bed, forgetting about me instantly.

Puddles had a determined look on his face like he was on a mission. I thought he was going to go after Cameron for me, but instead, he headed straight into the bathroom. He began growling and yapping at the evil toilet brush in the corner.

I rolled my eyes. I can't believe I forgot the toilet brush. It was going on the list of things to hit Cameron with.

"You have to promise to call me if it gets any worse, no matter what." Cameron looked at me, concerned.

"I will. I love you, Cami." I tried to smile at him. It was forced and he knew it. I couldn't help it; I was still annoyed with him.

"I love you too, Mrs. Nash." He bit the inside of his cheek and turned to strut towards the bathroom to get ready for work.

That little fucker.

I threw myself back on the bed and pounded it with my fists in frustration.

"I am not marrying you!" I shouted.

"Yes, you are."