Manchester, UK August 2020
The next day

"Babe? Can you see if my glasses are in the bathroom?" Camille called out from the kitchen, placing the leftover chicken in the fridge. She really had to keep better track of where she placed them. They always seemed to disappear from where she originally placed them-which was her face. She took a step in the direction of the bedroom at the same time David was walking out. Camille couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, six feet tall of dark muscle with broad shoulders and a dark trimmed beard that still made her weak in the knees. God, she had missed him.

They faced each other. "I'm going to have to get you one those lanyards that old people wear around their necks sweetheart." he teased with a grin, gently pushing the glasses up her face.

"Shut up." Camille said wrapping her arms around his naked upper torso, feeling the drops of water against her fingers. He had just gotten out of the shower and smelled like clean soap.

David chuckled leaning in pressing a chaste kiss on her lips. "You'll probably lose that too."

Camille traced one of his larger tattoos on his right bicep with her finger. "Hmm. Whatever." she mumbled distracted. His tattoos were always a turn on for her. One of her favorites was the one she was playing with at the moment, he had gotten it in memory of his grandfather when he had turned 20 years old. His grandfather's initials and favorite flower.

"Sweetheart." he started. "I thought you were going to show me around the city?"

"I am. But I've missed you." Camille started. He had gotten in around 11:30pm the night before, exhausted. She had not been surprised when she walked back into her room and found him fast asleep and under the covers. She had gotten up at 8, gone for a run, got her usual coffee and pastry, along with some extra groceries she had forgotten to get the day before, half expecting David to be awake by the time she got back. But had found him still asleep. So she decided to start on lunch so it would be ready when he woke up. Finally a little after 11 he had gotten up to eat and shower.

"I missed you too." David said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "But we have the next 4 days together. So let's go out and enjoy them." he reminded.

Camille knew he was right. But damn it, she was also a woman with needs and right now she was fucking horny and all she wanted was for fiancé to take her to bed. She didn't feel they had a proper hello yet. Not that sex was something that David owed her, but it would be nice to get some. Her vibrator could only do so much in 4 months. She needed the real thing. She needed him. David was not the show your emotions type of guy, never had been and never would be. His actions always spoke louder than his words.

"C'mon babe, let's go get ready." he urged.

Camille dropped her arms from around his waist. "I'll go get in the shower." walking toward the bedroom.

"Is my suitcase still in the living room?"

"Yup!" she said over her shoulder, letting down her curly hair and slipping the shirt over her head. She tossed it into the dirty hamper in her closet, reaching for a clean towel, smiling to herself. Maybe she had been projecting her doubts and insecurities a little too much the last few months. They had not fought once since he had landed. It felt almost normal. They had talked over lunch just like they had done so many times before. He had talked to her about what was going on in the law firm offices he worked in, and she told him about everything she had done in the past 4 months on set. He told her about everything that was going back in LA with their friends and his family and she did the same.

Bending down she slipped her jogging pants off, ready to head in the direction of the bathroom, but stopped when she heard her phone beep. Glancing around the room she spotted it on the dresser and grabbed for it. It was probably Florian asking how things were going. Giving the phone a screen a quick glance, she realized it was David's phone she was holding. "David!" she called out. "Phone!" She was about to place it back on the dresser when it vibrated, someone was calling him now.

The phone screen blinked the name: "Ashley" Before Camille had the chance to call out for David again. His phone dinged with a new message.

Ashley:
Baby, why aren't you answering my calls. Are you okay?

Camille blinked in surprise when she read the message. His phone dinged again.

Ashley:
4 days is too long for us be apart. I miss you already.

Camille felt as if the air in the room had been sucked out as she read the messages. She was reading them wrong. She had to be. This could not be happening. His phone dinged again.

Ashley:
Call me when you get a break from work okay?

She shook her head, hoping by doing that she read the text wrong. Besides she shouldn't be reading his message. Trying to take in breath she ran her fingers through her curls. Squeezing David's phone in her hand she walked back out of her room in her bra and panties. David was bent down looking through his open suitcase, he looked over his shoulder when he heard the footsteps. "I should have brought an extra pair of jeans." he said with a small smile, standing back up. "I thought you were gonna take a shower?" he asked.

"You're phone was ringing." Camille started carefully, ignoring his question.

"Yeah? I'll call work later." walking toward her direction.

"It was Ashley." she said watching his expression, but it did not change. Instead he rubbed her bare arms.

"Honey go take a shower." he stated.

"Who's Ashley, David?"

David broke his gaze from her for a split second and shrugged. "Ashley is coworker. I've mentioned her before to you."

Camille gave a small nod 'no' and asked. "Are you sure?" Feeling her skin begin to boil with anger. He was lying straight to her face. There was no guilt in his eyes. How was this happening right now?

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Yes of course."

Breaking away from his touch she shoved the phone into his chest. "Don't fucking insult my intelligence! You might want to check your damn messages." her voice raising. She didn't wait for his response. Walking back into her bedroom, sitting down on the edge of bed she tried to catch her breath, she was suddenly dizzy. She refused to cry. She would not give him the satisfaction.

"Ille-" David starting, using one of her nicknames from when they first started seeing each other.

Lifting her head up to look at him she glared. "Don't! Don't ever call me that again." she muttered bitterly. "Because what I saw has no fucking explanation David. None."

David slowly walked toward the bed. "Nothing is going on." he started in a pleading voice.

"Are you serious right now? Are you fucking listening to yourself?!" she was yelling now. "Those text are not just nothing you fucking asshole! You've been seeing someone else! We are supposed to be getting married and you've been fucking someone else!!!!"

"You've been gone for 4 months-" David's voice rising as well.

Camille quickly stood up from the bed and took a step toward him. "So since I've been out of the country, fucking other people was on the table? I didn't get that damn memo David."

"Camille-"

"No! NO!!" shaking her head. "We didn't even make it one day without arguing." she muttered more to herself. "You know I should be surprised but I'm not. I don't know why expected anything better from you-"

"That's not fucking fair!" David's nose flaring.

"And this is? You fucking someone else is fair to me?" face to face with him now. "You told me taking this job was important. You said to take it. You said our relationship could survive this." her voice wavering, tears beginning to form in the corner of her eyes. "Instead of being honest with me. Instead of fucking talking to ME! You took the easy way out. Your way of dealing with shit. Because it's your way right?! Right!!?" yelling as she gave him a hard shove.

David took a hold of both her wrist. "Baby-I'm sorry-"

Camille shook her head hard and freed herself from his grip. "Why couldn't you talk to me?" she said in a sad whisper. "Talking is beneath you right? You're an action man." she said bitterly, chewing on her lower lip to keep from crying in front of him.

"You've been so busy and I didn't know what to do and she just happen to be there..." he said lamely.

"How long David?"

"That's not important-"

"It is to me. How long have you've been fucking her?" Camille insisted. But deep down she knew the answer. It had been in front of her face for months now. She was just too scared to realize it. "This was going on before I even left wasn't it?" David kept quiet. Letting out a sarcastic laugh, Camille wiped a tear with the back of her hand. "Why did you ask me to marry you? Why?" she asked him.

"Because I love you Ille. You know I love you." moving an inch closer to her.

Camille put both of her hands up. "Don't touch me. Stay right there." she warned. "You don't love me. You don't do what you've done to people who you are supposed to love." She needed to calm down, her breathing was coming in short again. "Is she good?"

David shut his eyes giving a slight shake of his head. "C'mon don't do that." he pleaded.

"I have the right to know don't I? It's the least you could do." She knew she was pushing his buttons and she didn't fucking care. She wanted him to hurt the way she was. She wanted him to feel just a smidge of what he was making her feel. "Tell me David!!! Is Ashley good? Does she give you good head? Hmm?"

"Calm down Camille." he warned, his face glowering now.

"Or what? What can you possibly do to make this worse?"

"You always do this." David started, rubbing his hand over his face. "Always your career first. Always. First it was school, then this new job. And then you shut down. You shut everyone out." his tone getting harsher. "You fucking shut me out."

"You're the one fucking around in this relationship and I'm the bad one!?" Camille screamed. "And you could have talked to me about it." she reminded. "But to you as long as I'm keeping you fed and having sex everything is fine. No need to talk about anything else." She really needed to calm down not for him but for herself, reaching for her towel on the bed she walked in the direction of the bathroom. "I'm going to go take a shower...and when I get out, I don't want to see you here okay? I want you gone."

"Sweetheart." David pleaded. "We have to figure this out. Please." quickly making his way toward her.

"There is nothing to figure out David. I want you out of my place got it? Zip up your suitcase and leave." she said as calmly as she could muster. "This is me -shutting down-just like you said." Turning on the bathroom light she gave him a once over and whispered. "Get out." slamming the bathroom door behind her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was 12:37am. What the hell was she doing? Camille tugged nervously on her sweater, as she stood in front of the apartment door after knocking twice. He was probably already asleep. It was late. But then again he was also a night owl. She bit on her lower lip, trying to her best to keep it together. She decided to wait a few more moments, if he didn't open the door then she would go back to her apartment. She had to try and sleep, but laying in bed for the past 4 hours was driving her insane, because all she had been able to do was toss and turn. After David had left, she had gone for another run that somehow had lasted for over 2 and half hours. After running she had wondered around the city, not sure of what to do.

Turning back toward the elevator, the door swung open.

"Camille?" came the soft low voice of Florian.

Quickly she turned back to face his apartment door, giving him a small smile. "Hey...sorry. We're you sleeping?"

Florian ran a hand over his hair, pressing his lips together. Was it her, or did he look a bit flustered? His cheeks looked a bit flushed.

"Uh..no not sleeping." he answered. "What's up?" stepping out of his apartment and gently closing the door behind him.

Fuck. Camille thought to herself. That was why he hadn't answered any of her text earlier. He had company. Great How embarrassing Camille. He had a life of his own. Especially now that he was single. She was glad he was getting back out there.

"Nothing." she stated with a light shrug. "Sorry." she mouthed, taking a step back.

Florian grabbed for her elbow. "Whoa, whoa. What's going on?" Making her face him.

His blue eyes were so warm and caring. If she was going to break down it was going to be right there damn it. Florian had become her confidant, her best friend.

"Flo you're busy." she whispered. "I'll talk to you tomorrow-"

A light blush hit his face. "You never just show up at my place. You usually call."

Grinning slightly Camille said. "I did."

His face turned another shade of red. "Oh. It's on silent." letting go of her elbow to rub the back of his neck.

She couldn't help but giggle despite of her mood. "Yea I kind of figured that out now." Taking a step backwards again. "I'll talk to you tomorrow." she repeated.

Florian grabbed her elbow again. "Why are you here so late?" narrowing his eyes down at her. "Shouldn't you be with David?" Camille blinked back her tears. She wished that was where she was at, with David. Enjoying their vacation. "Camille?" Florian questioned, a look of worry on his Adonis face. He didn't wait for her response. He cleared his throat. "Give me 15 minutes okay?" Trying to catch her eye. Camille just looked down at the floor. If she didn't look at him then she wouldn't cry. "Go back to your place, I'll be down there as soon as I can and we can talk." he said in his soothing voice.

At that comment, she looked back up at him. "Florian- you can't just-"

"What?" he asked. "She's kind of boring anyway." smiling from ear to ear.

"But weren't you-"

Florian gave her a flabbergasted look. "What kind of man do you think I am Ms. Solis? I just met her tonight."

Snorting her laughter, Camille shook her head. "Oh my god Florian."

"We we're just making out for your information Ms. Pervy Perv." he teased. Camille couldn't help but giggle. Florian stroked one side of her cheek with his knuckles. "There's the smile." he whispered. "Just give me a few minutes okay?"

"I don't want you to just-"

Florian interrupted her. "Don't argue with me." glaring playfully at her. "Leave the door unlocked okay?"

Camille knew better than to argue, instead she gave a small nod and made her way to the elevator...