Chapter 4

    "It's none of your business." I willed myself not to rage at him. Instead, I looked at him calmly, coolly, while my emotions boiled beneath the surface like molten lava ready to erupt.

    How dare him. 

    "It is if you're carrying my baby." His nostrils flared.

    I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him holding my emotions. "Now why would you think that?"

    For a man only too willing to believe I'd slept around, it seemed pretty damn ridiculous that he'd barge into my apartment and my life again, demanding to know whether or not my baby was his.

    "Damn it, Cameron, we were engaged." storms swirled in his eyes, I could see the anger started to get on him but he kept it in check. He took a deep breath as he stared deep into my eyes. "We lived together and were intimate often. I have a right to know if this is my child."

    I raised an eyebrow and studied him for a moment. "There is no way to know. After all, I was with so many other men, including your brother, and your best friend. Too many to mention. You're just wasting your precious time." I shrugged nonchalantly and turned away from him, going into the kitchen. As much as possible I need to stay away from him. He is danger personified.

     "Don't walk away from me." He moved closer to me, removing the distance that separated us in one stride, and he holds my upper left arm. "I gave you everything, anything you want and you threw it away for a little gratuitous sex on the side, what an ungrateful bitch."

    I Whipped around and I look at his golden eyes, the urge to hit him so strong that I had to curl my fingers into a fist to keep from doing just that. "Get out. Get out and never come back. You are not welcome in my house, neither in my life." 

    His eyes glittered with anger and frustration. "I'm not going anywhere, Cameron, not until you tell me what I want to know." Alejandro's voice was cold as Antarctica as he gripped my upper arm.

    I glared at him as I tried to shake off his dead gripped on my arm. "It's not your baby. Happy? Now go." I said with my gritted teeth.

   "Is It Alexander then?" He said with an accusing look in his eyes.

    "Why don't you ask him?" I retorted. With a smirk on my face, I won't give him a reasonable doubt to mock me again.

    "We don't talk about you,"

    "Well, I don't want to talk about either of you. I want you out of my apartment. It isn't your baby. Get out of my life. I did as you asked. I got out of yours." I tried to remove my arm from his strong gripped. Thank goodness, this time he released me.

    "You didn't give me a choice."

    I looked scornfully at him. "Choice? I don't remember having a choice either. You made that choice for both of us." 

    He stared at me in disbelief. "Still the innocent Cameron, I see."

    I walked over to the door and opened it, looking expectantly at him. "Get out. Don't make me push you out. I don't care if you have royal blood."

    He didn't move. "Why are you living this way, Cameron? I can't wrap my head around why you did what you did. I would have given you everything. Hell, I still gave you everything you want. Do you want more money? Just say it. But now I find you living in squalor working a job that is far beneath your abilities."

    A wave of hatred hit me so hard. At this moment I know realized that I truly loved and hated him in equal measure. My chest hurt so bad that I couldn't breathe. My mind went back to the day when I'd stood in front of him, in his grandiose castle, devastated, completely and utterly broken, while he scribbled his signature on a bank draft and disdainfully shoved it towards me.

    I still remember the look in his eyes that told me that he didn't love me. He didn't trust me. He didn't have faith in me. He didn't love me at all.

    When I'd needed him the absolute most, he'd let me down and treated me like a paid whore.

    I would never forgive him for that.

    I slowly turned and dragged myself over the kitchen drawer where I kept the crumpled envelope containing a million-dollar check. My only reminder of broken dreams and ultimate betrayal. I looked at it often but had sworn I would never walk into a bank and cash it.

    I picked it up and walked back over to where he stood, his expression inscrutable. I crumpled the envelope into a ball and throw it at him, hitting him in the cheek.

    "There's your check," I hissed. "Take it and get the hell out of my life."

    Alejandro bent slowly, pick up the envelope, and retrieved the balled-up envelope. He unfolded it and then opened it, taking out the worn check. He frowned and then stared back at me. "I don't understand."

    "You've never understood," I whispered. Tears are evident in my eyes but I need to hold them. "Now, you've got your money back, and you won't leave, I'm out of here."

    Before Alejandro could stop me, I walked past him and slammed the door when I set my foot outside the apartment.