"Come on, Camille. If you had half the brain she does, maybe you could keep a guy around longer than it takes to tap that and get the hell out."
He shook his head and when he looked at her, there was a hint of disgust. Sometimes, she could be such a bitch. He liked to think she wasn't always this way. She hadn't been this bad when they'd been together. Maybe that was the point, who the fuck knew?
"I'm outta here." Let her say whatever the hell she wanted to say. As always, he didn't have to listen to it.