(Oliver's POV)

Waking up next to Camden feels so damn good. She's still sleeping, her bare back facing me and I can't pull my eyes away from her soft skin. I was a complete ass to her yesterday, but somehow, she forgave me once again and I spent every minute of the night showing her just how sorry I was for my behavior.

If I thought sex with Camden was incredible before, it was damn near euphoric last night. There were no more barriers between us, no more uncertainties about our relationship anymore. It was just us, appreciating each other the way we should have years ago.

I run my fingers delicately down her spine and across her lower back, admiring the way my touch causes the little hairs there to stand at attention. She stirs slightly, mumbling something unintelligible and I'm worried I've woken her, but she settles back to sleep almost instantly.

My phone has been buzzing almost nonstop since we left the bar last night. I watch the screen light up on the night stand over and over but I can't be bothered to answer it. All that matters right now is Camden, and besides, I know exactly who's blowing my phone up and why.

I stopped responding to Lily after about the fourth "I just don't understand." I tried to do the right thing and properly end things with her. She's known since day one that I couldn't commit to her, that she'd never be Camden, but she refuses to accept that things between us have to stop entirely.

The other calls were most likely an even mix between my staff and Joe.

Kingston and Lydia were responsible for giving me hourly updates on Jasper's location, his condition, every fucking move that scumbag makes. He knows I'm coming back to finish what I had started on that ship and I know he's planning some sort of counter attack.

But this time I'm going to be ready and I'm not going to leave until he wastes his last breath begging me for forgiveness as I watch the light in his eyes fade to nothing.

I already have my plan set in place and my team is ready to execute it in just a few days. Which, of course, is why Joe is also calling me nonstop.

I'm out of time.

He gave me two weeks at the hospital to get rid of Jasper and in three days, that two weeks will be up. I want to answer him and tell him I've got it all under control, but the less people who know, the better. I need everything to go exactly according to my plan, which means that I can't have Joe Foster running in and trying to take control of the situation.

"Why do you have your 'plotting world domination' face on?"

I turn at the sound of the soft voice to see Camden looking up at me with sleepy eyes. She's laying on her back now, giving me an excellent view of her bare chest.

"I have a face like that?" I respond with an amused smirk.

She smacks my stomach playfully when she realizes I can't tear my eyes from her perky tits.

"My eyes are up here, dickhead!" she scolds.

"Did you really just call me a dickhead?"

"If you'd stop objectifying me I wouldn't have to resort to name calling."

"You didn't mind me objectifying you last night. Four times, if I recall correctly."

"Oh my God! You're an actual twelve year old!" She yells at me in mock horror.

I burst into laughter at the look on her face and she can't hide her amusement anymore. Things quickly escalate into a full on pillow fight. Camden holds me in a head lock until I declare her the pillow fight champion, which I reluctantly do. We collapse minutes later, sweaty and panting, both of us still laughing at each other.

I pull her closer to me, reveling in the way her body molds so perfectly to mine, and we lay like that for another hour, talking and making out and just enjoying having a relaxing moment for once.

I notice her eyes dart anxiously to my phone several times and I feel her getting restless beside me.

"Do you want me to shut it off?" I sigh, wanting nothing more than to chuck the damn thing out the second story window.

"It must be important if they're calling so many times," she whispers.

"They can wait."

She turns her head up to look at me, propping her arm gently on my chest for support. I rub my hand up and down her arm, trying to calm her obviously racing thoughts.

"Is it Jasper?"

Her eyes are wide and frightened, so different from my normally stubborn, head strong girl. Jasper scares her more than she's willing to let on.

"More or less. I'm just having Kingston and Lydia keep tabs on him and give me updates," I admit to her.

She nods her head slowly and looks down as she mindlessly twirls a loose blanket thread between her fingers.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, Princess."

"What's the deal with you and Jasper? I get that he's competition, but it seems like more than that. He seems hell bent on destroying you personally, not just your business."

I let out a deep breath. I knew this question was coming sooner or later and I still have no fucking clue how to answer it. I promised Camden I wouldn't keep secrets from her anymore, but I know telling her would break her heart.

"Well. It's complicated. Jasper sort of, uhh, used to work for me."