20. Cameron

20

cameron

“Cam, check your damn phone!” Zoe fucking sprinted toward the bar from the back, where she had just been on break, yelling over the din of the place.

My blood ran cold, but I didn’t even get it out because she shoved hers into my hand.

I didn’t want to look. I didn’t want to see myself posted all over social media again. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I almost told Zoe that, but then I realized it wasn’t a video of me, but a live of Sammy. He was sitting on his bed in my old apartment and eating Swedish Fish and drinking a wine cooler while he talked.

“There seems to be a lot of rumors going around, so I want share the truth on everything that happened between my roommate Riley, Cameron Dexter, and me.”

Oh, fucking A. What now?

“Yes, I posted that compilation that has now been removed off TW. Maybe it wasn’t in the best taste, but what does anyone expect when my heart was broken by the love of my life?”

“Excuse me, what?” I looked at Zoe, who seemed just as lost as I was.

“He lost his fucking mind,” she muttered, her eyes glued to the screen. I could only agree, as I was sickly fascinated by Sammy’s confessions. He shoved a handful of the candy into his mouth and leaned back on his bed, completely casual, like he was chatting about the weather.

“Cameron will tell anyone who’s willing to listen otherwise, but we loved each other. We were meant to be. He always denied it. Always said we were just friends and refused to label us anything more serious than fuck buddies, but I knew the truth. We belonged together. I just needed to show him that he could trust me.”

I noticed then that Sammy’s eyes were bloodshot and not quite focused. What the fuck was he on? “I did hide the camera in his room, but it was just so I could keep an eye on him, make sure he was safe. Cam didn’t always make the best choices and needed someone to take care of him.”

Wow, he could fuck all the way off. If I could jump through the phone and wring his neck, I would. Though, I guessed he was right about one thing. I didn’t always make the best choices, otherwise I would’ve never slept with him in the first place.

It also felt like he was trying to somehow cheapen my desire to be in a Daddy/boy relationship by using it as an excuse to what? Watch me without my permission?

“It got out of hand. That wasn’t my fault though! Once Riley discovered what I was doing, he wanted to watch too, and it somehow morphed from more than just a way to protect Cam. We used to jerk off together while we watched some of the tapes.” He laughed and shook his head like it was some amusing story, not him admitting to multiple crimes and completely violating my privacy.

I kept watching, but Sammy’s words just washed over me. It started to hit me as he kept rambling that I almost felt bad for him. He clearly was delusional and needed help. I hoped he’d be able to get it after he got arrested.

At some point, Sammy said that it had been Riley’s idea to have a threesome with me so he could record it. That was a fun tidbit I would’ve been fine never knowing.

I looked at Zoe, feeling shell-shocked. “This is it, right?” I asked her. “Like, this is enough to finally end this?”

She smiled softly at me. “I think so, yeah. Do you want me to call Logan for you?”

I shook my head. “No, he’s at a group therapy session for Ro.” It was later than usual, at 8 pm, but the therapist was making an exception since Ro had been struggling a lot. “I have another contact. I’ll call them.”

I pulled out my phone while Sammy kept rambling. I honestly couldn’t listen anymore. It was sad. Someone needed to stop him before he completely dug his grave. The comments were rolling in, but I refused to look at them. There were probably mostly supportive toward me, but the few that weren’t would probably be enough to shatter me and the little bit of hope that my life could go back to normal soon.

“Can you watch the bar?” I asked her. It was still early, so there weren’t many people there yet anyway.

“Of course. Take your time.”

I thanked Zoe and slipped into the back where it was much quieter.

I felt strangely calm as I called the number of the sergeant that Logan had provided me with, Adam Jenkins.

“Sergeant Jenkins.” He answered the phone on the second ring, sounding gruff and businesslike. I had only met him in person once, when I’d gone with Logan to hand everything over, but I liked him, and Logan had promised me he was a good cop and trustworthy.

“Uh, hi. This is Cameron Dexter.”

“Mr. Dexter. I’m assuming you’re calling about the live video that’s currently being broadcast?”

My stomach twisted, but in a good way. I was kind of happy I didn’t have to explain everything.

“Yes.”

“I was just about to call you, actually. We’re dispatching a unit now to Sammy’s apartment. That confession is enough to arrest him.”

The calmness I was feeling turned to elation at his words. They were arresting him. It was finally fucking over, or at least it would be soon.

“And Riley?”

“We put out a warrant for him as well. Between his confession to you and Mr. Simmons and what Sammy implicated him in, it’s enough for the arrest.”

So many emotions were swirling through me. Most of them good. This nightmare that had been like a dark cloud over my otherwise amazing life was on its way to being over. I could go out with Joel and Luke now and not look over my shoulder wondering if I was being followed and recorded. I could stop checking my apartment every fucking night for any hidden devices. I could live.

But on the flip side, I’d thought Sammy and Riley were my friends for so long. We had been living together pretty much since I’d graduated college. Even after the falling out that had caused me to leave, I’d never ever expected this. It hurt. Riley’s part even more so than Sammy’s.

Sammy needed help, and I truly hoped he got it. I could see it in his eyes as he’d spoken. He’d believed what he’d been saying. He’d thought we were meant to be and that was the best way of making it happen. Sending me the recordings, well, I wasn’t sure why he’d done that, but I was almost glad he had. Otherwise, I would’ve never known this was happening. Who knew how long it would have lasted.

Riley though . . . I couldn’t figure out his motivations. It almost seemed like he’d done it just for fun. That bothered me more than anything else. I secretly hoped, once we got more information, that it wouldn’t be the case, but nothing else made sense.

Thinking about it made me sick though, and I was tired of feeling that way. I wanted to relish in the win, so I pushed all thoughts of him aside and focused on the end result. They were getting arrested. There would be consequences to this.

Sergeant Jenkins and I talked for a few minutes. He explained what would happen next and asked me to come in tomorrow to answer some questions. I agreed and hung up shortly after so he could do his job.

I probably should’ve gone back out to the bar right away, but I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want to leave early, but I did feel unsettled and didn’t think I could deal with slinging drinks until I calmed down some. Plus, I had to tell my men. I didn’t want to interrupt Luke yet, so I quickly dialed Joel, already bouncing with excitement at the idea of giving him the news.