Gavriel's POV
The cold night air whipped against my face depicting the anger in my bones. A fucking party. I wanted to punch something. Hard.
What the hell was Camille thinking?! I had been clear on what I wanted. Dinner with her. That was it. So why the hell had she hosted some damned party?
“Gav!” She yelled behind me.
I looked over my shoulder to see her storming towards me. There was a livid look on her face.
Livid? Yeah right, the one person who deserved to be livid was me. She had tricked me!
“What the hell was that?!” She fumed, stopping right before me.
It was unfair that she looked so fucking beautiful. Her red dress clung to every delicious curve. It billowed around her legs and I tried for a minute to imagine she hadn't thrown me some ridiculous par
Gavriel's POVVictoria. I would know those dark eyes anywhere. Her pale skin contrasted heavily against the black dress she wore. If anyone asked me, I would say her heart was way blacker than her dress.If I was angry before, I am livid now. The last person I wanted to see was right before me."What are you doing here?""Really?" Victoria said coyly, arching a brow. "What will you say to your wife after twenty years?""Ex-wife," I snarled, my hands clenched into fists beside me. "And what the hell are you doing here?"Fuck did Camille know about her? My relationship with Victoria wasn't exactly private, it had caused enough scandal and scars to last me a fucking lifetime. But I didn't want Camille to find out about it. I wanted her to remain the pure untouched part of my life.&
Camille's POV"Can you believe him?!" I screeched over the phone. "I worked my butt off to balance work and planning a party for him. I worked my ass off trying to hide it from him so it would be a surprise. And guess what? Turns out I shouldn't have bothered!""Just to be clear," Megan's voice reached my ears. "You've left the party?"I glanced up at Dane who drove me home and shrugged. "Yes, I did. What's the point? Gavriel got mad at me for trying to make him happy. The whole party is a mistake!""Camille, calm down. It could be that he's just not a fan of crowds.""He's the owner of a multi-billionaire industry and attends events and conferences more than the president. I've attended these things with him and he does well with crowds, Megan." I yelled.Well technically, he did try to reduce his interaction
Camille's POVWhen Megan opened her door, I could imagine what she saw.Me in a dumb maxi dress, eyes swollen from crying them out, and a huge tub of ice cream clutched in my arms."Oh my, Come here," Megan murmured, pulling me in for a hug.She slowly helped me inside and locked the door behind us before settling me on the sofa."I didn't even know he had an ex-wife," I sniffed. "Did you know?"Megan shook her head. "He didn't mention it to you at all?""Not even once!" I sobbed, clutching my tub of ice cream like it meant my life. Because it most likely did. "He hid her from me. And then after he insults me, he goes on to frolic with her!""Well they were just talking in the picture," Megan murmured and I shot her a g
Gavriel's POVI had messed up. Big time.I paced the sidewalk, my palms clasped together as I waited. I had sent the first half of the day before worried like crazy about Camille.I had gone to work in hopes that I would see her. I would apologize for being a total dick at the party and then I would tell her about Victoria, finally.It turned out that Victoria beat me to it instead. I had known she had a plan with the paparazzi but considering she had lost a huge chunk of her wealth to a scammer, I had assumed it would take a long while before she could strike again.And that was a huge fucking mistake.One night, Victoria had pictures of us swarming the media. She was right, she had the public on her side. I had underestimated her again.When Camille did not
Camille's POVI ran like my life depended on it.Well, it didn't. But my heart did. I had almost given in to Gavriel in the car. And that terrified me.I had been mad at him for a whole day, and yet within a twenty-minute drive, I had managed to be enraptured by him again....I was afraid I would lose you...I didn't even get the logic behind those words and yet I had melted into a fucking puddle when he spoke them. It didn't help that he had looked so anguished. So torn.I was ready to forgive him there and then and that, that was terrifying."Camille slow the fuck down!" I made the mistake of looking over my shoulder to see him and screamed when I saw he was much closer than I had expected him to be. Dammit, wasn't he nearing fifty?! How on earth was he so agile?&nb
Gavriel's POVCamille's dainty hands covered my large ones, the one over her clothed breasts. I kneaded the soft mound impulsively, not wanting to let go yet, but thrilled because I knew where her hands would lead.I watched, hungrily, as she guided my hand over her stomach and then above the junction between her thighs.My body hummed with awareness and I loosened my legs which I had used to pin hers down some minutes ago.“Here,” she whispered, cheeks heated and rosy with desire. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and shaped like half moons. Beautiful.“You want me to touch you here?” I teased, stroking her navel with my thumb. Her stomach flexed under my wandering fingers. Her neck arched when she tossed her head up to look at me.“Lower,” My sweet k
Gavriel's POV"Do we have to go home?"That was the third time Camille had asked me that question. She stood by the bed I sat on, shoving a bra on reluctantly. We had spent the day as well as the entire night in the cabin by the beach. I loved it, I spent most of it wrapped up somehow in that addicting body of hers.But while I loved spending all my hours with her, I had a lot of things to deal with. First, we had two days' worth of work piled up already. Second, I had to get rid of the silly rumor Victoria was spreading around, that we were back together.I would rather drink a bottle of pure cyanide than have anything to do with her. But of course, the media couldn't know that. A simple way to discard the rumor would be to introduce to them another woman with whom I was in a deep relationship.Camille.&
Gavriel's POV"What is it?" I demanded, trying to keep a level head.Nolan hadn't exactly had a normal childhood. His mother had dropped him off like he was a hot potato when he was barely two years old. She had been having an affair with my boss and when I found out, she figured she didn't have to spare my feelings anymore and filed for a divorce.She had done everything to avoid gaining custody of our son. An unnecessary move, because there was no way I would leave Nolan with her. She was crazy, controlling, and manipulative. I didn't want my son to end up like her or even worse."Well, we checked with Dr. Peterson first," The PI spoke, obviously taking his time in delivering whatever awful news he had coming. I tried not to lose my patience. "She says Nolan has been doing fine and he doesn't need the sessions anymore."