Isn’t Rejection What You Wanted?

What have you done?

CAMILLA'S POV

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Looking at the apartmens, my heart falls in love with each one more and more, until we enter a penthouse that has a breath taking view, is quiet, and has a big balcony looking out. It won my heart the second I entered the apartment and saw the open plan, and when there was space for a washing machine and dryer inside of the bathroom, I knew that this apartment was the one, especially after I saw the walk in closet. I love every inch of this apartment, and I don't care what I have to get rid off to live here.

"I want this one," I deadpan as Elle was on her way to the bathroom to show me what it looks like, but I've already been in there, and I know this is mine. Elle turns, her eyes wide as she stares at me baffled, "Don't you want to see the bathroom first?", "Already have," I beam, and a wide smile crosses her face, "Well if you're sure," I could see her getting excited about all of this. "I am, a hundred percent," I beam and she nods, "I will get the paperwork started, this really is one of our bests," she puts her bag onto the counter, and I have another look around.

I could tell that this was a great apartment, not just because of the looks of it, but because of the price of it, yet I have to make sure my ass is covered, "Great, and I need a list of recent renovations and repairs, and if there is anything wrong, I will need a list of that too," Elle's entire body stilled, and she stares at me, "I can assure you there's nothing wrong with this apartment," she doesn't look concerned, but rather offended.

"I know," I shrug, "But for legal reasons, I need it. Plus, you'd rather give it to me before my lawyer comes down here and asks for it, she could be...grumpy sometimes," I shrug, lying through my teeth and Elle starts to smile, "Of course," she beams, "Which bank do you want to loan from?" she asks, holding a pen and I gently tilt my head and frown, "What?" I ask baffled, and scoff, "I'm paying cash," her eyes widen as a smile drags across her face, and she looks pleased with my answer.

"Do you mind if I ask what you do?" she starts writing down on the paper, and I hum, "Unfortunately, I do." I sigh, feeling kind of bad for not wanting to tell her, but with the tricks Derek has been up to, I never know what he knows. "That's fine," she beams, "Actually, can I have someone come inspect it?" I change my mind, and she stares at me with wide eyes and nods, "Of course, we will just have to schedule it or make plans whenever you are ready so that someone can be here for you to open up." she nods, "Well I'm kinda busy, so I can't say when,", "That is totally fine, I am flexable," she beams.

Now I know that she truly believes what she says, but I will have to get someone to inspect the apartment before buying it, just in case she's just telling me what I want to hear, but at the looks of everything...it seems like there couldn't be anything wrong with it. "Can he come now?" I ask, and she smiles, "Well, we are going to be a while with these papers, so why not?" she shrugs, smiling all the way and I call one of the guys at work that maintains my office building to come have a look.

After Luke had inspected the building and I did the paperwork and p*****t, Elle handed me the keys to my apartment and a wave of joy, accomplishment and relief fills me. Overwhelmed, I start to cry because of how happy I am, and Elle drops me off in front of Jared’s gate where she picked me up, and earlier I complained how far the house is from the gate, but with the new joy in my life, I beamed all the way into the house.

“Jared!” I call his name excitedly. Finally, I won’t be his problem anymore. I won’t be anyone’s problem again. “Cami?” he calls out to me as he jogs down the stairs in a pair of work out shorts, his skin coated with sweat, giving him a disgusting glow. His glow makes him look hot, but God, he smells awful. “Guess what!” I beam, swaying back and forth onto my toes and heels. “What?” he tilts his head, looking at me with curiosity. I could tell he knew that I found a place.

“I got a place,” I beam, holding out the keys in front of my face. His eyebrows raise, and then they narrow as he straightens his head. His eyes lock on the keys, and there is yet a smile to cross his face. “Don’t worry, I had it inspected and I really, really love it. It’s gorgeous and full of light, it has a walk in closet and a balcony, and the view…Oh my…”, “You bought it already?” he asks in a unpleasant voice.

Baffled by his sudden interruption, I frown, “Yes, it’s a very beautiful apartment and there was nothing wrong with it.”, “You don’t just go out one morning and buy an apartment!” he raises his voice at me, “I didn’t! I went to look at houses too, but it just wasn’t me,” I sigh frustratedly. How could he not under that I need my own place? I can’t just stay in his house forever. “You could have at least called me and asked me to come have a look.” he scoffs, and I take a step back as I frown.

“No. It’s my apartment. Why do I need your approval?” I retort, and the muscles in his face relax. “That’s not what I meant,” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Then what did you mean?” I snap. “I just want to make sure you’re in a safe place,” he speaks softly, and I wonder if he thinks that I’m dumb. “It is a safe place, it has high security and I need a damn key for the safety gate and door.” I deadpan.

Jared takes a step closer to me, “And why do you think that the apartment needs a security gate?” his voice soft, but his words chipped and cold, hinting at the thought that it might be dangerous. “Jared, it’s to make sure someone doesn’t enter the damn apartment, what else is the safety gate for?” I snap. How could he not be happy for me?

I thought he would be, I really did…But seeing his reaction now feels like I’m not allowed to move into my own apartment.

“Normal apartments don’t have security gates,”, “And as a woman who will be living alone, I am happy that it does.” I deadpan, and he rolls his eyes. “Fine,” he sighs, “I will move out tomorrow.” I announce, and I notice every inch of his body tensing. His eyes bore into mine, a fire setting alight in his icy blue orbs, “I will help you,” he nods, once, and I scoff, “No worries, I will have a moving truck come over.”, “No. Not just anybody comes onto my property, I told you this, haven’t I?” he snaps quite harshly.

“Fine,” I throw my hands in the air, showing him that I give up on trying to do things my way. I suddenly feel trapped like I’m not allowed to leave this house, and to make a point, I turn on my heel and head for the door. “Where are you going?” he doesn’t yell, but speaks loudly like he’s trying to show me that he is in charge. I turn on my heel, walking backwards, “Out,” I deadpan and leave in one of his cars.

Five missed calls, twenty texts and that’s all before I get to the restaurant. It’s Wednesday, and I am going to eat all the sushi I can before going back to Jared’s place. I don’t know why I feel so overwhelmed and annoyed, I know that Jared just wants what is best for me, but it also feels like he wants me to stay in his house, but why? He probably wants his old life back, and he’s barely had any special guests over since the last time I caught him in the sinful act itself.

Sitting in the corner all by myself, I have a sudden cold shiver running down my spine, which is weird since I’m not anywhere near a window and can’t feel a breeze. I glance around, feeling like someone is watching me, but I don’t see anybody so I focus on the sushi in front of me only to be buried in a shadow a few seconds later. I glance up, almost choking on the rainbow roll when Derek slides into the seat opposite me, and he carelessly opens his blazer and pulls out a paper, silently sliding it across the table.

“What’s that?” I frown, my appetite is suddenly gone. “Marriage papers,” Derek shrugs, and I frown as the anger pulses through me. “You married Alison?” I snap, and Derek starts to laugh, “No,” he scoffs, “It’s our marriage certificate.” he leans back, and I snatch the paper from the table, too shocked to say anything as my eyes flick over the words. This is the papers we signed at the wedding, the one where he knew he was going to leave me before the time.

My eyes drag up to the top of the paper, and they meet his knowing gaze, “What the hell have you done?” I growl.