All Chapters of The Fated Fake Marriage: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Trust is earned.And little by little, Cameron has earned it. I think the turning point for us was when he came back for me in New York.Furious beyond belief, yet he came back.He lost his ever-living shit and didn’t talk to me for a week.But he stayed.Every night, we stayed together as a family and, although he wasn’t talking to me and it was torture, he was in my bed and I felt safe.That was twelve weeks ago and our little family has gotten into somewhat of a routine now. The nights that Cam would have had Owen, we stay at his house, and the nights that I would have had Owen, we now spend at my house. Cam cooks for all of us and has us in stitches with his sense of humor. Jenna and Cameron are getting along famously and life is surprisingly good. Of course, there is still a power struggle between the two of us at least once a day. I have to admit Cameron usually wins, simply because I can’t be bothered fighting with him anymore.It’s funny how things turn out. I’ve stopped sweat

The man narrows his eyes at Cameron and turns back to his partner to continue dancing.Cam pulls me back to him and I giggle against his chest. “Every time we dance, you fly me into someone,” I whisper.He holds me close and looks down at me sexily. “They should get out of my way, I’m a lethal weapon out here.” He kisses me.“À plus d'un titre,” I whisper against his lips.Translation: In more ways than one.His eyes darken. “Allons à la maison, ma belle bombe Bloss.”Translation. Let’s go home, my beautiful Bloss bomb.I smile as we continue swaying to the music. After a few more dances, he drags me from the dance floor and over to the elevators.The bell pings and my eyes flicker over to him as he smirks.Oh no.“You know, small things amuse small minds,” I whisper.The doors open and reveal three people in the elevator. He raises his eyebrow sarcastically.“I wouldn’t know. I don’t have either.” He holds my hand in his and walks into the elevator and we take our place at the back.

Two weeks earlierCameronAshley smiles into her cocktail glass as she sits across the table from me, and I feel myself melt.This woman will be the death of me. No matter how long I look at her each day, it’s never enough.“Are we having dessert?” she asks as she opens the menu.“You’re my dessert,” I reply as I watch her.She smiles and raises a sexy eyebrow as she peruses the offerings.It’s Friday night—date night—and she’s all mine. It’s been a long week. I lost a patient in surgery on Tuesday and, as always, Ash was there to pick up my pieces.I don’t know what I would do without her. I can hardly remember what it was like before she and Owen came into my life.It must have been lonely, because they’re my whole world now.“Hmm, that’s me. Sticky date pudding with butterscotch sauce.” She smiles.“Sticky date pudding sounds really, really good,” I reply.Her eyes rise to meet mine, and she smirks.“Let’s go home and have sticky date pudding?” I whisper.She sips her drink and smi

“But… you don’t have Owen.”I shrug happily. “I’m a family man now. I don’t need to drive a flashy car anymore.”Joshua smirks. “Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”We walk into the hundredth jewelry store in four hours, and I exhale deeply. Murph and Joshua peer into the cabinets while I walk around with my three gift bags safely in my hand.I haven’t found Ash an engagement ring yet, but I have bought her a pair of diamond earrings, a bracelet with a diamond ‘O’ pendant, and I got Jenna a necklace for taking such good care of Owen.I never bought a girl jewelry before. It’s kind of fun, to be honest.“Look, will you fucking concentrate?” Joshua snaps. “This is the last shop we’re looking at today. I want to go home. I’ve had enough of this shit.”“Hmm…” I hum as I look around.“Just find the style you like and then we’ll get one made. I think that’s the best idea,” Joshua suggests.“What about this one?” Adrian points to a square-cut diamond ring.“Yeah.” I purse my

2AshleyMy heart beats fast as Cam kisses me slowly while he pulls out of my body and rolls off me, falling onto the bed beside me.“Hmm.” He smiles happily. “Good morning, Miss Tucker.”I smile sleepily. “Why don’t you wake me up like that every morning, Dr. Stanton?”“Ask your son,” he mutters dryly. “I’m quite sure he doesn’t want to see parent porn before pre-school.”I giggle.It’s 5:00 a.m. and we have been blessed with a childfree morning. Owen slept in his bed all night long.“Surgery today?” I ask.He rubs his eyes sleepily. “Yeah, full day.” He rolls to his side and kisses my temple as he puts his arm underneath my head. “What have you got going on today, Bloss?”“I’m in ER.” I sigh as I throw my leg over his.He curls his lip in disgust. You have to be a special kind of person to work in ER. Cam and I are not those people. I mean, it’s good in some ways. The experience is invaluable, but it’s hectic and you never know what the hell is going to happen on your shift. Drug ad