I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 338

“What if Alexander Ramirez finds out about us?” Camila hissed, her voice trembling with anger.

Mike just shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “Come on. Back when we were together, things got a lot crazier than this. You never worried about the Torres family loser catching on. When did you get so scared?”

“I’m marrying Alexander Ramirez now,” Camila shot back. She grabbed her bag, done with the conversation. “And from now on, unless it’s about the deal, don’t contact me again.”

Mike stepped in close and yanked her collar open, pressing a rough, possessive kiss to her neck. Camila shoved at him, her hands shaking, and only after a couple of tries did she manage to push him away.

He wiped his mouth, his eyes narrowing as he looked her up and down. “You don’t get to make the rules here, Camila. Remember, I know everything about you. Are you sure you want to start giving me orders?”

Camila glared at him, her whole body shaking with anger. She hated that he had this kind of power over her, but for now, there was nothing she could do.

After a moment, she forced herself to calm down, her voice quieter. “This is just business. We both get what we want. When it’s over, we’re done. You don’t owe me and I don’t owe you. Stay out of my life.”

Mike pretended to think it over, lips curling in a mocking smile. “Maybe. I’ll consider it.”

Camila didn’t bother replying. She just shot him one last glare and turned to leave, fixing her collar as she walked toward the door.

She had barely opened it when the door across the hall swung open. Eric Bailey stepped out, and his eyes met hers. For a second, neither of them moved.

Camila felt her face burn, a flush spreading across her cheeks. Eric’s gaze darkened as he took in the scene. “Why are you here?” he asked, his voice low.

She forced a smile, nerves jangling, and tried to sound casual. “Mr. Bailey, I was just talking something over with a friend.”

Camila was already on edge from Mike. Now Eric’s interrogation was the last thing she needed.

“Why are you following me?” she snapped, fed up.

“What’s going on between you two? Camila, are you seriously seeing someone else behind my back?” Eric’s voice was rough with anger.

The fury in his eyes made her shrink back for a moment. She tried to steady her voice, but it wavered. “He’s just a friend. He’s French, they kiss on the cheek as a greeting. Don’t get the wrong idea.”

“A friend?” Eric’s laugh was cold, his suspicion clear. “Do you think I’m stupid, Camila?”

He pointed at the mark on her neck. “And this? Is that some kind of French custom too?”