I Woke Up - Novel Short

Ch. I Woke Up 6 I Woke Up 6

Chapter 6 Fiorella’s Decision

Cameron’s chiseled features gave nothing away. His straight nose cast a shadow over his face, and his piercing eyes held an undeniable authority.

He stood rigidly, his muscles defined beneath his perfectly tailored black suit. His build was impressive, with broad shoulders and a strong, tapered waist.

Years in the military had shaped him into something raw and untamed. He was hot and full of rizz.

The moment he walked in, every eye was on him.

Fiorella barely remembered how Cameron had crushed the Huerta family in her past life. She had been bedridden, her mind hazy. All she knew was that Jamila had upset him.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself.

She wasn’t letting that happen again.

“I’ll keep us out of his way. Nothing is gonna happen,” Fiorella told herself.

She forced a smile, making sure no one noticed her unease.

“Mr. Finley, nice to meet you. I’m Fiorella.”

She gave a small bow, smiling politely.

Cameron responded with just a quiet hum.

With his looks and vibe, he was the kind of guy women couldn’t help but stare at.

They gravitated toward him, always making the first move.

And, naturally, he carried himself with a touch of arrogance.

Fiorella wasn’t bothered.

“I heard you’re playing in the 17U hockey league,” Cameron said, watching her.

Fiorella stiffened slightly but kept her cool, meeting his gaze with a smile.

“Yeah. You’re into hockey?”

“I like anything competitive. Watching people fight their way to a trophy—it’s entertaining, don’t you think?”

Fiorella wasn’t surprised. Most guys his age were into sports.

“Who’s coaching you?” he asked.

“No one, really. My gym teacher is a huge sports guy. He’s all about extreme sports. I used to play basketball, but he thought I had potential in hockey and convinced me to give it a shot. He even signed me up for my first competition. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be here, so I owe him a lot.”

Her gratitude was real.

Cameron caught the flicker of warmth in her eyes.

She was a bit uptight, but she carried herself with poise. Among regular students, she would stand out.

The school uniform couldn’t hide the fact that she was born into privilege.

Standing next to Cameron, she fit right in.

Nearby, Jamila watched them, jealousy burning in her eyes.

“If Fiorella hadn’t shown up, Cameron would have met me first,” she muttered.

Everyone knew about the Finley family’s influence. Any woman would kill for a chance to be with him.

And now, Fiorella was going to be the lucky one.

Jamila couldn’t take it anymore. Even if it meant taking a risk, she had to act.