Greg sat frozen, speechless, as Cammy’s foot pressed against his hard, aching cock. His mind raced until Harry elbowed him, signaling to not keep Cammy waiting while her hand hovered over the table.
"Ah... Yes, deal. I trust that you will do better this ti," Greg finally managed to say without thinking, shaking her hand.
"Hold on a second..." Ethan interjected, turning to Cammy. "What do you an by ’won’t disappoint you again’ and ’do better this ti’? Do you two already know each other?"
Cammy suddenly smiled and withdrew her foot from Greg, making him even more nervous, wondering what she was about to reveal.
"I guess there’s no point in hiding it anymore," she announced. "After you went ho that night when you got drunk at the resort, I ran into Mr. Cross—without realizing who he was. I ended up stopping him from drinking more, and I think he wasn’t too happy about it. So, my promise is that I won’t disappoint him again."
"Ahh... now it makes sense why Greg was so eager to help you with your case without asking any questions—since you two had already t," Ethan remarked.
A knock at the door caught Harry and Ethan’s attention, making them turn toward it. Greg, however, kept his eyes on Cammy and winked when she glanced his way.
Still annoyed, Cammy forced a smile and subtly raised her right hand to her left shoulder, out of sight from Ethan and Harry, before flipping Greg her middle finger.
Greg licked his lower lip and chuckled, amused by her defiance. ’So, you’re a fighter, huh? Let’s see who cos out on top,’ he thought, clearly enjoying her frustration.
Once the server handed them their drinks, Ethan lifted his glass for a toast. "Here’s to new friendships!" he said.
"Cheers!" the others echoed in unison, clinking their glasses together.
The rest of their dinner went smoothly, with Greg finally leaving Cammy alone and chatting with everyone normally, without any further teasing.
However, when it was ti to head ho, Ethan was completely wasted after just three glasses of brandy.
"Greg, do you know where Ethan lives? We should call a designated driver to drop him off," Harry suggested.
"Uh, I don’t know where he lives," Greg replied casually.
Harry stared at him. "What kind of friend are you? You’ve been friends for years. You go out drinking and dining together, and you don’t know where he lives?"
"It’s not like I go to his house after that. We always go our separate ways. Besides, this is the first ti I’ve seen him totally wasted."
"Uhm, I know where he lives," Cammy interjected.
"Oh, perfect! We took Greg’s car to go here, and we left ours at the office. Let just book a driver... Excuse for a mont, the signal in here is terrible. I’ll step outside and try to get a better connection," Harry said, heading out of the room.
As soon as Harry closed the door, Greg wasted no ti and resud his playful antics with Cammy. "So, Cammy, can I call you Cammy, or do you prefer Ms. Watson?"
Cammy rolled her eyes, thinking, ’Here we go again.’ She took a sip of water before responding, "You’re the boss. Call whatever you want, I don’t give a fu—" She paused, noticing Greg’s devilish grin as he waited for her to finish that word. "I don’t care what you call ," she finished.
"Really? I’ll call you Cammy, then. Just like I did that night. But honey or love sounds much better, don’t you think?" Greg teased.
"What do you want from , Greg? Are you really so bored with your damn life that you’ve decided to make mine miserable?" Cammy snapped.
"Miserable? Is that what you think?" Greg said, leaning forward. "That’s not my plan at all. In fact, I intend to do the opposite. I want to make your life much better."
"Yeah, whatever..." Cammy muttered, shaking her head as she distracted herself with her phone.
"I did help you keep your job and find a good lawyer, didn’t I?" Greg reminded her.
Cammy shot him a sharp look, clearly irritated. "And now you’re using that against ?"
"Not at all," Greg replied calmly. "I’m just pointing out that I’m not here to make your life miserable. You wanted revenge, and I can help you with that," he added, his tone suggestive, waiting for her full attention.
"No, thanks," Cammy replied curtly.
"And why not?"
"Because you’re bad news, Greg—soone I should’ve never t or spent the night with."
Greg scoffed, "Are you telling you regret that night? Because I don’t—except for the part where you disappeared without saying a word."
Cammy’s expression soured. "And why should I have stayed? What was there to talk about? Should I have thanked you the next morning for giving such an amazing night that my mind literally exploded after those multiple orgasms? Or maybe praised your impressive stamina that left passed out after going at it multiple tis? Wow, Mr. CEO, you really are one egoistic maniac!"
Cammy glared at Greg, panting from her outburst, while Greg stared back, jaw dropped and blinking in disbelief at her sudden anger.
"Wow, Cammy. I had no idea you’d been thinking about and that night so much," Greg said, recovering with a smirk. "I’m flattered. Seems like I kept my end of the bargain. I really did make our night unforgettable, didn’t I? Did I impress you that much with my performance, or are you just scared to get too close because you’re afraid you might fall for ?"
Cammy closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and let out a loud sigh. "Oh my God... Your audacity is amazing! You really are sothing else. Gosh, you’re so infuriating!" she snapped, standing abruptly and storming out of the room.
"Ms. Watson!" Harry called after her as he noticed her storming toward the restaurant’s exit.
Cammy paused, rembering she still needed to help them with Ethan and quickly thought of an alternative.
"Mr. Parker, I’m sorry, but I need to leave. Sothing urgent ca up. How about I take Ethan ho in a taxi? He lives with his parents and sister, so once we get there, I can call them to help bring him inside," Cammy suggested.
"Are you sure? Did sothing happen?" Harry asked, concerned. He had seen Greg’s behavior earlier and could tell sothing had upset her.
"Everything’s fine, I just really need to go now."
"It’s alright. I’ll just call Ethan’s secretary for his exact address. Be safe on your way," Harry replied.
"Thank you, sir."
"Call Harry in private, Mr. Parker at work."
"I’ll rember that," Cammy said, before quickly making her way out.
Cammy hailed the first taxi she saw and left without looking back.
Harry returned to the private room and found Greg pouring himself another drink. "What did you do? She looked upset!" Harry asked.
"I was just teasing her, nothing more," Greg replied nonchalantly.
"Well, it’s clear she didn’t appreciate it. What are you even doing, Greg?"
"Doing what?" Greg’s expression darkened as he continued drinking.
"You said you just wanted to keep an eye on her for the next nine months to see if she’s pregnant. She’s your employee now—you could just schedule a dical checkup next month and find out. Why go out of your way to annoy her?" Harry pressed, seeing Greg act like a schoolboy with a crush, trying to get attention by annoying her.
Greg poured himself another drink before finally answering. "Because..."
"Because what?" Harry asked impatiently, watching Greg, who was now clearly drunk.
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