Camela's POV
"Did you like the food, sir," the waitress asked.
She has been coming to our table nonstop the whole time we have been here to flirt with Blake. All I wanted to do was beat the s**t out of her. She was acting like I wasn't even there.
"Yes, the food was good. We will take the check now," Blake said
"I am so happy you liked it. I hope you will come back soon," She said and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"He said he wanted the check," I growled. She looked over at me for the first time.
"Sure, I will get that for you," She said and walked away. My hands were bald in fists. It was taking a lot for me not to cuss her out. I looked over at Blake, who had a smile on his face.
"What?" I asked
"I guess you do feel it," he said.
"Feel what?" I asked.
"Our bond, deep down,
