Everything happened so quickly that Cammy didn’t have ti to object before she realized her lips were already locked with Greg’s. His kiss was both intense and passionate.
Within seconds, his tongue explored her mouth, tasting every corner. A soft moan escaped her lips as she clung to Greg’s arm and shirt, feeling slightly lightheaded and unsteady.
She knew it was wrong, her mind tried to resist, but her will was weak against her body’s desire. Her body, heart, and soul all yearned for it. She wanted Greg, and if the circumstances were different, she would willingly surrender herself to him.
Sensing her falter, Greg tightened his hold, guiding her hands to the back of his neck. He wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
’What the hell are you doing, Cammy? Stop this right now!’ she scread internally. But no matter how much her mind protested, her body refused to resist Greg’s pull.
"Damn!"
The clatter of plastic bags and cups hit the floor with a loud splash of liquid, and Eve’s startled voice broke through the mont, giving Cammy the strength to finally push Greg away and stop herself from returning his kisses.
"I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I was just so shocked to see you two kissing that I dropped everything," Eve stamred, scrambling to pick up the scattered plastic cups and food containers. "Don’t mind —just pretend I’m not here. Keep going, really!"
Cammy quickly dropped to her knees beside Eve, eager to help. "Let help you. Don’t worry about it... and forget what you saw, okay?" she said, her voice flustered.
Greg did the sa, taking everything Eve was carrying. "Cammy, open the door so we can put these away."
"I’m really sorry, you guys. I’ll head to the convenience store to replace those bubble teas once I clean this up. Good thing the food containers were sealed or everything has gone to waste," Eve said.
"No need, Eve. There’s black tea and so milk inside. You can use those instead. Go ahead with Greg, I’ll clean this up. I just need to get a mop," Cammy replied.
Eve nodded, took the key from Cammy, and stood up to open the apartnt door, leaving Cammy and Greg behind.
"You finally rembered to call by my na," Greg muttered, loud enough for Cammy to hear.
Cammy didn’t respond, only shooting him a glare, which made him smirk before following Eve inside.
But Greg was caught off guard by what awaited him the mont he stepped inside.
"Mister! What do you think you’re doing?!" Eve confronted him, hands on her hips.
Greg frowned, glancing around, even though he knew exactly who she was talking to. "Uh... ? I’m just going to put these things on the table," he said, referring to the paper bags he had taken from Eve earlier.
"Don’t play dumb with ! You know exactly what I’m talking about! Don’t you dare ss with her!" Eve warned, her voice firm but low.
Greg scoffed and chuckled. "Look, Miss... I’m not playing with Cammy. I was serious when I said I am her future. I’m going to make that happen."
"I know you from the news. You’re a womanizer, and I’m not going to let you break Cammy’s innocent pure heart," Eve continued, her tone full of warning.
"Not everything you see in the news is true. As for my intentions with Cammy, they’re real. And frankly, it’s none of your business. Cammy is an adult; she can make her own decisions without your interference, thank you very much," Greg replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes before turning to place the bag of food on the dining table.
Eve scoffed but didn’t press further. She knew trying to reason with Gregory Cross would be pointless—he would do whatever he wanted, no matter what she said.
’I need to warn Cammy about him. He’s trouble, and I don’t like the energy he’s giving off,’ Eve thought, walking to the kitchen counter to boil so water for the milk tea she planned to make.
A few minutes later, Cammy joined them and imdiately sensed the awkward tension hanging in the air. Greg was casually wandering around, inspecting her belongings wherever his gaze landed, while Eve leaned against the kitchen counter, shooting daggers at him with her glare.
"Let’s eat! I’m sure the food is amazing. It’s either from Ric’s restaurant or sothing he made himself," Cammy said brightly, trying to break the silence.
"Ric said he cooked everything himself, so you can count on it being delicious—especially the milk tea. Too bad it’s gone," Eve replied while serving the drinks she had prepared. "He couldn’t stay and wait for you, though; he had to get back to one of his restaurants earlier."
"You seem close with Mr. Rossi. Now it makes sense," Greg remarked, his tone carrying a hint of sothing unspoken.
"I’ve t him a few tis, and I really like the guy’s personality. He’s such a gentleman—always ready to help Cammy and genuinely supportive of her. Plus, he’s a one-woman kind of guy," Eve said while helping Cammy unpack the food containers from the paper bags.
Cammy stayed silent, watching what seed to be a subtle clash of opinions between the two. Her eyes shifted back and forth between Greg and Eve, trying to piece together what might have happened in the short ti she’d been away.
"You know," Greg said, his tone calm but pointed, "you shouldn’t trust soone just because they’re overly nice and seem perfect. People like that often have hidden agendas."
Eve’s eyebrow shot up, her voice louder than before. "Are you implying that Ric has so hidden agenda with Cammy and that he’s a bad guy?"
Greg paused, smirking at Eve, which only deepened her dislike for him. "Looks like you don’t know the guy as well as you think. You’ve only seen what he wanted you to see."
Eve was about to snap back, but Cammy quickly stepped in, sensing the need to diffuse the brewing tension before their exchange turned into a full-blown argunt.
"How about we eat first and save the debates for later?" Cammy suggested, her tone light and cheerful. "I was still full from dinner, but just looking at and slling these dishes is making hungry again. Let’s dig in, shall we?"
Her words worked, and both Greg and Eve nodded in reluctant agreent.
"Did you know, Greg? Eve is also a web developer like ," Cammy said, trying to bridge the gap. "We all work in the sa industry, so maybe you two can find so common ground and get along."
Thankfully, both Greg and Eve caught on to Cammy’s intention and felt a pang of embarrassnt over their earlier behavior.
"That’s good to know," Greg said with a faint smile. "At least we can agree on sothing, right? Let’s put our differences aside. So, where do you work?"
Eve hesitated, her cheeks flushing with discomfort. Though she had a job, it wasn’t sothing she took pride in. "I’m a freelancer," she admitted quietly. "I mostly take on small projects, and during peak hours, I also help out at the ran shop downstairs."
"Have you ever thought about applying to Cross Tech? We could really use soone with your skills," Greg suggested, his tone carrying a subtle undertone.
’If I can get on her good side, maybe she will warm up to and help convince Cammy to join my plan for revenge...’ Greg mused silently.
The sincerity in his words montarily touched Eve, but the thought quickly faded as she recalled the reasons she chose to keep a low profile and work as a freelancer rather than join a prominent company like Cross Tech, even though it was her dream.
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