43: Worsening Mood

Camilla "You're delusional," I told Shawn, as he was really crazy. "I don't want your money, Shawn. I don't want anything from you." He raised an eyebrow, and a grin popped up on his face. "Oh, but I think you do. I can see it in your eyes, Camilla. You can't hide your desires from me." "You're wrong," I retorted, glaring at the idiot. "I want nothing to do with you. And if you dare touch me again, I swear I'll make you regret it." His hand reached out once more, aiming for my breast, but I was faster. I seized his wrist, pushing it away with all the force I could muster. My glare intensified as I felt my hand collide with his cheek, the sound of the slap reverberating through the limo. "How dare you!" I spat, heaving with fury. "You're a despicable, pathetic excuse for a man. I don't know what twisted fantasy you've concocted in your head, but let me make one thing clear: I am not interested in you, your money, or anything you have to offer. Do you understand?" Shawn's eyes wide