My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 44: Series of Slaps

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"It’s alright, he is my boss, and it’s my fault. I am supposed to be with my team now but I spent it with you. I will just clear up the misunderstanding. I’ll message you later, alright?" Cammy spoke softly, her eyes pleading with Ric to let it go and avoid provoking Greg any further.

Greg slid his hands into his pockets, a smug smirk spreading across his face as he locked eyes with Ric in a silent challenge.

Ric, frowning, shifted his gaze from Greg to Cammy, then gently took her hand. "Alright, message me after work. Let’s meet up."

Cammy nodded and was about to walk away but to her surprise, Ric grabbed her by the waist pulling her closer before whispering, "Be careful with that man. He is dangerous. He might be worse than Duncan." His eyes briefly flickered toward Greg before placing a kiss on Cammy’s cheek.

Cammy froze, momentarily caught off guard, but quickly tried to rationalize Ric’s actions. ’He’s just trying to protect me...’

"I’ll talk to you later," Ric murmured.

Cammy turned and walked toward Greg’s car. As she passed by him, she felt his hand glide from her upper back down to the small of her back, taking her by surprise as he opened the door for her.

Ric’s jaw tightened, and his fists clenched at the sight of Greg’s hand on Cammy. The moment he had dreaded had finally come... He found her and was ready for a fight to claim her.

After shutting the door behind Cammy, Greg turned to Ric with a smug grin. "Told you I’d find her," he said, oozing with confidence as he moved toward the driver’s seat. Ric’s anger flared, but he maintained full control, determined not to let Cammy sense his fury.

Cammy remained silent in the car until Ric’s restaurant disappeared from view.

"I missed the team lunch because I needed to gather more evidence for Atty. Perez before our Friday meeting and that man has some pictures."

"I know," Greg responded curtly, causing Cammy to frown.

"You knew? Then what was all that yelling about? That was humiliating and completely unnecessary!" Cammy’s frustration, bottled up since the night before, finally erupted.

"I don’t like that guy. He’s into you and just wants to get in your pants," Greg said, his eyes focused on the road.

"And why do you care? It’s my life, my pants!" Cammy shot back, her voice rising in frustration. Suddenly, she yelped, "OH SHOOT!" grabbing on her seatbelt and on her seat after the car took an unexpected abrupt turn.

Without warning, Greg swerved the car into a narrow alley, driving deeper until they were far from any passersby. He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, trapping Cammy in her seat by bracing one hand against the car door and the other behind her headrest.

"So, is that what you do, huh? Let men get in your pants, just like you did with me?" he sneered.

*SLAP!*

*SLAP!!!*

And yes...Greg was met with two hard slaps from Cammy, the second one landing even harder.

"How dare you! Who do you think you are? I don’t care if you’re my boss or the almighty billionaire Gregory Cross! I could sue you for harassment—don’t test me, you bastard!"

*SLAP!*

And yet another one...

"Get your hands off me!" Cammy yelled, shoving Greg in the chest. Though still stunned by the series of slaps, he held his ground.

Her slaps burned sharply against his left cheek. He saw the fury in Cammy’s eyes and slowly backed off. ’Great! That went terribly wrong and it hurts! Good job, Greg, now she’s even angrier at you,’ he cursed at himself.

As Greg leaned back in his seat, Cammy tried to unlock the door, only to find it had been child-locked earlier, with no way for her to unlock it manually from the inside.

"Let me out!" Cammy demanded, her voice rising.

Greg ran his hands over his face in frustration, letting out a deep sigh. "Cammy, I’m so sorry. That came out wrong. I was just so angry when I saw him touch you like that and the audacity to kiss you is making me want to shove his face on the ground. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you."

Cammy’s body relaxed slightly as she leaned back in her seat. With her anger subsiding, the rest of her emotions flooded in. Her hands started to tremble, and before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face. She sniffled, trying to wipe them away quickly.

Greg heard her and immediately glanced over. ’Shit! What have I done?’ he thought, panicking.

He hurriedly grabbed some tissues from the center console and handed them to her. "Cammy, I’m so sorry. God, I’m such a jerk. Please don’t cry. I wasn’t mad at you—I was mad at Ricardo Rossi."

Greg notices Cammy’s shift in attention when he mentions Ric’s name. She turned to him, wiping away her tears and sniffles. "You know him?" she asked.

"I met him at the resort. He refused to give me more information about you. I figured he must like you ’too’—that’s probably why he turned me down, even though I was a VIP guest. Who on earth would not like you anyway?"

Cammy picked up on the word "too," but chose not to dwell on it.

"So what if he likes me? You don’t own me," she replied, tears still streaming down her face.

Greg ignored her comment, silently telling himself that things wouldn’t stay that way for long. Instead, he handed her more tissues. "Cammy, please stop crying. I really messed this up! But why are you even crying if you’re angry with me? You are welcome to slap me again just please don’t cry."

"Because you’re scaring me!" Cammy exclaimed.

Greg froze, finally realizing the impact of his actions. A wave of regret washed over him as he grasped how much he’d frightened her.

"I’m really, really sorry. Please forgive me. It won’t happen again, I swear."

"Do you promise?" Cammy asked, her tears slowing as she heard the sincerity in his voice.

"I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye," Greg said, miming the gestures in a serious manner, which made Cammy let out a small chuckle.

Relieved to hear her chuckle, Greg sighed quietly and remained silent, giving her the space she needed to calm down.

When she finally calmed down, she asked, "Why are you doing this to me, Greg? What do you want from me?"

Greg swallowed hard, taken aback by her question. "I’m sorry. I don’t know why I am doing this... You make me lose my mind every time I see you or think of you... My emotions run wild whenever you are near. I-I can’t explain it... Maybe, I just think that Mr. Rossi is not the right man for you..."

"And who is the right man for me huh? Is it because I am already a mother, he’s a bachelor, and that’s why he’s not right for me?" she asked, her voice trembling as if she might cry again.

Greg immediately picked up on the change in her tone and quickly responded, "No, no. I didn’t mean it that way. What I meant is you deserve better."

"Stop it, Greg... I like working for your company and I want to keep working there. But you are making it hard for me. You said it was just for one night but here you are confusing me and meddling with my life... Please, let us stop here. Let’s go back to our normal lives and forget that night."

Greg gripped the steering wheel tightly, her words cutting through him, leaving a deep ache in his chest that he couldn’t understand.

"What if I don’t want to forget that night? What if I don’t want us to stop here? I don’t want to let go of you, Cammy," Greg uttered softly with his head lowered for a moment before turning back at her.