Kidnapped

Camille's POV

"Miss-"

"No, I won't be taking that jerk's car," I shunned Dane, my driver and walked out of the building. I would rather walk.  

What right did he have to sulk? I would handle it. Jordan was just being crazy. I'd find a few wads of cash, hand it over to him and he would forget all about the ten million. 

And be back in two weeks, my mind taunted. I scoffed , marching down the street, trying to clear my head. I would call a cab sometime soon, but first, first I needed to stop feeling so damned guilty.  

If Gav hadn't pushed I wouldn't have yelled at him.  

But he was only trying to help.  

I had seen the concern on his face and yet I had acted like a total bitch to him.  

"And now I'm mad because he's acting like a total bitch to me too