The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(3)

"I don't want to say 'I told you so...'" Jenae said, trailing off.

"But you told me so," Cambry finished for her. "I know. I know. It's just been a while since I've had a calm weekend that I was tired. Well, I am tired. But I'm glad we went out tonight."

Sitting back with a satisfied smile on her face, Jenae nodded. "Next time you protest to going out, I'm going to remind you about this."

"Next time you want to go out, I may not need to protest," Cambry pointed out as the cab pulled in front of their apartment. "If everything works out with Brooks the way I'm hoping, then I'll be glad to go out with him."

Jenae paid the cab driver, giving him a generous tip, and the two climbed out of their cab and took the elevator to their floor. As soon as Cambry had taken her dress off and hung it in her closet, she collapsed onto her bed and fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow.



Chapter 2



The next day Cambry slept until noon. She hadn't planned on staying out so late the night before, but because she did, she was tired and needed to get her sleep. Luckily it was a Saturday and she didn't have any plans, other than to read her book. Ever since she learned how to read she had loved to lose herself in a good book. First it started out with Dr. Seuss and now she found that she loved just about anything that was suggested to her. She spent most of her down time devouring any book she could lay her hands on.

Jenae had managed to get up before her, so there was already a full pot of coffee ready. As Cambry walked into the kitchen, Jenae handed her a full mug. Cambry accepted it gratefully, wrapping her hands around it to warm them. "Thank you," she said after she had taken her first sip.

"I figured we could both use it," Jenae said. She sat at the counter flipping through a fashion magazine, circling the information about the clothing that she liked.

"So who was that guy you spent most of the night with?" Cambry asked as she grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge.

"Oh you noticed him, huh?" Jenae said, raising one eyebrow.

Cambry stuck her tongue out before she replied. "Yes, I noticed him. And how you were hanging all over him. I was just too distracted to ask about him."

Jenae laughed. "I guess I can't blame you. Brooks is definitely a fine piece of ass."

"Yes, he certainly is," Cambry replied. She took her yogurt into the living room and plopped down on the couch, resting her feet on the arm. "Think he's going to call me today?"

Jenae sat in the arm chair next to the couch with her own yogurt in hand. "I can't imagine he wouldn't after that sickening display on the street."

"Like you've not done anything like that before," Cambry said, rolling her eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jenae replied, digging her spoon into the yogurt cup.

Cambry chuckled. "Let's see, I remember that time with Jason," she said, ticking the names off on her fingers. "Carl, Alec, Nathan, and a certain Jeremy, all of which you did something similar with."

"Whatever," Jenae said, her face turning red.

Before Cambry could reply, she heard her phone ringing from her bedroom. She practically leapt off of the couch and sprinted down the hall to her bedroom so that she could answer it. She saw that it was a number she didn't recognize and swiped her finger over the "Answer" button. "Hello?" she asked, trying not to sound as though she was out of breath.

"Hey, is this Cambry?" came the voice from the other end.

She smiled. "Who wants to know?"

"Well you see," the man said, "I was given this number by this really crazy chick last night, but for some reason she intrigued me. I thought I'd give her a call."

"Hey!" Cambry protested.

Brooks chuckled. "I'm kidding. It's Brooks."

"I know," she said and laid back on her bed. "I don't give my number out to just anybody."

"Well don't I feel special then?" he said.

"You should," Cambry told him with a smile. "So what's up?"

"I was wondering if you'd want to go out with me tonight," Brooks said.

Cambry pumped her hand into the air in excitement. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, trying to sound calm.

"I'd like to take you to dinner at this great restaurant I know of," he told her.

"What is it?" Cambry asked him.

"I'd like to surprise you," Brooks replied. "If you don't mind."

"Hmmm," Cambry said, hesitating for a moment. "That sounds great. What kind of restaurant is it? How fancy do I need to dress? And what time should I be ready?"

She could hear him laughing on the other end of the line. "It's not really fancy. Tennis shoes wouldn't be out of place there. But trust me, the food is fantastic."

Cambry was surprised to hear that. Most of the men she had dated always wanted to take her somewhere fancy where they could show off their class. "Okay," she finally said. "I'm fine with that. What time should I be ready?"

"I'll pick you up around seven?" he said.

Cambry nodded even though Brooks couldn't see. "That's perfect."

"Great," Brooks said. "I can't wait."