Ending the call with my mom, I feel guilty. I made a selfish choice and I'm now sticking with that selfish choice. But having to tell my mom my selfish choice, was hard. She is disappointed, upset...but I also know that she understands my reason for delaying coming home just that little bit longer. Maci has now dragged her sorry and addicted ass back home to Mom, but that isn't enough for me to change my plans again. I know mom wants me home, sooner rather than later, but I need to do something for myself, first. Just as my mom is disappointed and upset, my record company are furious, but what are they going to do? Fire me? No, I don't think so. They do amazingly well out of me, and I'm usually pretty accommodating to all that they ask of me—but on this, I'm standing my ground.

So now that I've done all that I needed to do today, and pissed off many people along the way, I'm now hot-footing it to Cam's hotel room. He has been doing his best to avoid me. I don't know whether that is wisely or foolishly avoiding me, but enough is enough. He has been conveniently keeping himself extremely busy today, but using my pop star smile, I asked reception to text me the moment that he arrived back to The Hyde. He's been in his room for about half an hour now, so I think it's really time that I have my little chat with him. With two firm knocks to his door, Jules is the one to open it. "Hey." He casually greets me as he steps aside to let me in. "Cam's just on the phone." He casually then says.

Scanning the room, he's nowhere in sight. "Where is he?" I look out to the outside balcony, wondering if he's out there.

"In his bedroom." Jules gestures with his eyes, momentarily taking them away from his mobile phone and the text message that he's currently reading.

Walking towards Cam's slightly ajar door, I hear him happily talking with someone. "Not yet, though I should be." He then laughs, a laugh that is both flirtatious and masculine. "Are you chopping or killing something?" I have no clue what he is actually talking about, but he obviously seems to be enjoying the reply of whoever happens to be on the end of the line; I can tell, because I'm quietly spying on the smile that is wrapped so happily around the lower half of his face. "Who am I to interrupt Clara Thorn from eating her chicken, cucumber and mayo wrap?"

The smile and the flirtatious laugh now makes clear and total sense to me; furious clear and total sense. Without thinking, I just react. "Is that Clara?" Now angrily stepping right into the privacy of his bedroom, I glare across at Cam, wanting him to confirm to me that he's on the phone to my Clara.

"Yeah, it is." Cam is cooler than cool. I honestly just want to slam dunk his big balls down his tiny fucking throat. "Why, do you want a word?" He so casually asks.

He knows I can't speak to Clara right now. I'm too irrationally angry to say a single word to her. Cam knows that, so he's bravely using it against me. Bad move Cameron Carter, a real bad move. Are what my twisted thoughts so heinously think. "No." Is what I eventually say through a jaw that is painfully clenched with such furious tension. Choosing to remove myself from his bedroom before Clara hears anymore of my insane jealousy, I quickly make my exit. Once back in the lounge area, I walk right up to Jules who is still fiddling about on his phone. "Listen, I need to speak with Cameron...alone."

Jules looks up, about to ask why but knows not to even bother. "Right, okay...see ya later, then." He starts getting himself into gear, reluctantly so. "Is everything alright, dude?" Comes his warily asked question.

"It will be." My eyes don't deviate away from Cameron's bedroom door, willing him to walk right out of it so I can sort this shit out with him, once and for all.

Jules grabs my shoulder, giving it a friendly little squeeze. "I'm gonna head back to your suite." He quietly tells me, releasing his amiable grasp on my shoulder.

Turning my head slightly, I now look at Jules right in the eye. "Okay, bud." Just as he turns to leave, Cameron strides confidently back into the room. "Now go." My voice becomes starkly deep as I fix my eyes only on Cam, knowing that I have to rein in much of my unbridled fury. With quiet distaste, I watch him go and sit down on the couch. Because he's been AWOL for most of the day, he's not yet aware of my sudden change of plans because I wanted it to be me who was the one to tell him all about them. Reaching over for his half drunk glass of fresh orange juice, he takes a quick sip before addressing me. "What's up?" He asks, looking both smug and too damn confident for my liking.

With a curious eye, I watch him some more. The guy does have balls, I can't deny that. But for a man of his intelligence, he's really not being clever with those brains of his. With just one phone call, I could make sure that he'll never work in LA again. With just one phone call, he'll be wiping that smug-ass smile right from off his punch-worthy face. Knowing that I'm holding all the cards, I pull my shoulders back and lift my chin high. "Do you think that Clara wants you?" My question is boldly asked as I cross my arms across my puffed out chest.

Cam stills for just a moment, a little taken aback by my sudden directness. Slowly placing his glass down onto the table in front of him, his blue eyes slide across to where I still stand. "Do you think that Clara wants you?" He bravely flips the question back onto me.

Ready for him, I don't hesitate with my answer. "I know she does. More importantly, I want her."

He half laughs, half scoffs. "You only want her today, Rhys. I know you. I know how you operate. Woo and screw, isn't it?" His eyes are now the ones who refuse to let up on their unforgiving stare. "Clara deserves more. I know that and so do you. I think even Clara herself knows that, too."

If we weren't talking about Clara, I'd probably agree with Cam, but we are, so I quickly become defensive. "I don't need to explain myself to you, Cam. Where Clara is concerned, everything is different with her." When I say her, I mean my Clara. Her eyes, her smile, her soft hands and her brains and beauty...I intend for them all to be mine. "There is something happening between us, and I'd like that something to happen without any interference from you, Cameron."

Now properly laughing, he slowly shakes his head. "How can anything be happening when you're leaving in just a few hours?"

I smile, kind of proudly smiling. "I'm not flying out tonight, I'm flying out tomorrow night, now." I'm proud of my decision to stay. I'm proud that I'm giving myself and Clara some more time. "Which is why you're going to give me her telephone number." I flatly add.

Cameron returns his strong stare back onto me. "There's probably a very good reason why you don't already have her number." With that smug smile of his smeared all across his highly opinionated mouth, he leans over and takes another quick sip of his juice before confidently adding more to our increasingly strained conversation. "You're Rhys Ryan, you go and find out her number from someone else, because you're not getting it from me."

Needing to fight back the seething need for my fist to meet that smarmy smile of his, I inhale deeply. "I'm warning you, Cam." My eyes start protruding with hostile anger. "I'll be firing your ass if you don't give me that number!" My voice is raised, about as high as my blood pressure now is. "You'll give me her number and you'll give me it now! Otherwise, you can kiss your high-flying career goodbye." The threat is very real, just as real as my unforgiving anger. I've had enough of Cam trying to interfere in my life. Who the hell does he think he is?

A silent stand-off begins—me and my threat both stand where we are, and Cameron sits where he is—neither one of us wanting to back down first. Although it was only a matter of seconds, it actually felt a lot longer than that before Cam finally started to pull his mobile phone from out of the pocket of his expensive tailored pants. Tapping and scrolling its lit screen, he does it with a wrinkled frown of displeasure sitting tensely on his forehead. "I've sent it to you." He snappily informs me. Then swiftly rising from his seat, he brings himself right before me. "You don't deserve her." With a long blink, he then exhales with growing annoyance. "And now that I've given you her number, neither do I." Walking himself around me, he leaves his frustrated reply lingering in the air.

Turning slightly, I watch him just about to return to his bedroom. "I may not deserve her yet, but I will." Without saying a word, Cameron continues to enter his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

Now that I have what I want, I am keen to leave Cam's hotel room. If I hang around too long in here, it will only remind me of the way in which I did get that number.

Not my finest moment, but I did what was absolutely necessary.

Cam needed to know his place.

I am Rhys Ryan, so I did things the Rhys Ryan way.

Wrong or right, I got Clara's number.