Camille's POV"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" Gavriel Donovan was a hard man, to please. It had been a month since I began working for him, and I couldn't count the number of times he had yelled at me.Nothing I did seemed good enough for him. Currently, he sat behind his desk, glaring at the tablet before him as if it were a piece of disgusting metal. His eyes moved from the device to me, and I pressed my lips together, wondering what I had done wrong this time. "Camille," he said in a deadly cool tone."Yes, Mr Donovan?" I said in a false cheery voice. "What is this?" He gestured at the PowerPoint presentation playing on the tablet. "Your presentation, sir," "Why," he gritted his teeth before he continued "does it have pink doodles all over it?!" I blinked. That was what he had a problem with? The doodles? I resisted the urge to facepalm myself. Every single time I forgot, he was way older than me, he reminded me by acting like this. And how could I not forget? He looked so ho
Gavriel's POVFuck it all! I was done fighting. I grabbed her arm, yanking her towards the glass wall that surrounded my office and pressed her up against it. She let out a loud gasp of surprise when I pulled on her hair, tying it around my hands. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?!" I hissed, leaning down to lick the back of her ear. She jumped, arching deeper into my hands. Her smooth slender neck, arched so delicately, I ached to wrap my hands around it. "Yes," She panted, a smile on her face. Her chest heaved. Her tits moved, bouncing lightly, driving me nuts. Like they had in the past month I had applied self control. "Of course," I gritted my teeth, trying to search my head for all the gazillion reasons why I couldn't touch her. Why I shouldn't even consider it?And yet my hands reached for the dress that had been driving me crazy all day and yanked it up. Smooth pale flesh winked up at me, looking so supple. My mind flashed to when I had whipped that perfect ass on my
Camille's POV"No! You're not going anywhere, and that's final!" I glared at Dad, wondering what he wanted now. I had arrived from work to take a quick shower before I headed out to see my client. Dad, however, seemed to think he could stop me from going to see him.Perhaps if this was another day, or if anyone else had asked for me, I would have listened. But it was Hazel! He had left me horny and stranded for a whole month. And after the tryst with Gavriel in his office, I definitely wanted him. He knew just what buttons to press. He knew how to use me, to make me his slut. It was so bad yet I loved it. "Dad, let's calm down, shall we?" I grumbled. "I won't be long! I'll just be stopping at Megan's place!" "I don't care, you're not going!" “Argh,You're so annoying!" I yelled stomping off to my bedroom. ** ** **An hour later, I managed to sneak out of the house while my father was in the study. I had to see Hazel. The journey to the club felt longer than expected. I made my
Camille's POVHazel was being a jerk. I had already begged. What on earth did he mean by sounding desperate enough'? He wanted me, didn't he? Then why was he being so difficult? He stared down at me expectantly, and I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth. What did he want me to do? Beg? I could do that. I could do anything as long as he touched me with those skillful hands and made me feel incredible. "I'm sorry I scoffed," I muttered, tightening my grip on his leg. "Please don't leave." "Hmm," he hummed. "Not very convincing pet," "What else do you want me to do?!" I cried, throwing my hands in the air. His gaze on me darkened, and I whimpered an apology. "Keep up with that attitude, and this will be over, pet." "I'm sorry," I sniffed. "I need you, please. I need you so bad!" "What do you need me to do, pet?”My face flushed at his question. "I-I need you to make me cum." "Isn't that selfish of you? And what about me?" "I'll surrender," I whispered, looking up at him.
Camille's POVI took his hand. It wrapped firmly around mine and he tugged me along with him. I shivered, following him into the bedroom. Cool air whipped against my naked body and I wasn't sure if that was what made me tremble or if it was simply desire that poured through my veins. My nipples begged for his attention. No, who was I kidding? Every part of me begged for his attention. "Get on," He ordered, gesturing to the bed. He looked so domineering. His hair had a few strands out of place, they fell over his mask, framing those piercing eyes. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway and there was a prominent tent in his pants. His cock. I pouted as I obeyed his instructions. It was unfair that I was utterly naked before him and he was still dressed. I wanted to see that magnificent cock again. Would he let me explore him this time? I wanted to know every nook, every corner, every teasing fold of his cock. I swallowed my saliva at the thought. The bedsheet felt so cool and soft ag
Gavriel's POVI tried to listen to the voice of reason. The one telling me a gazillion reasons why I shouldn't fuck the stripper before me. All I could think of was why the hell not? She was willing. So fucking willing. The evidence currently resided in my mouth. Her taste. I loved it. I had lapped up every single juice. It was amusing watching her try to flaunt my authority. To watch her think she could make whatever choice she wanted. She belonged to me. She was my pet. My toy. Mine to play with. And recently, the only way I could get over Camille. I gritted my teeth as I folded my clothes and placed them on the bedside table. I was hard as hell. My cock jutted out, dangling upright in the air as I walked, slapping my stomach occasionally. My pet let out a little moan, her hungry eyes latched onto my cock. See? She was perfect. She took my punishments like a good little slut. She loved my cock. So fucking cock hungry and it pleased me. "Want this?" I taunted, wrapping a h
Camille's POVMy eyes snapped open at the loud sound that filled my ears. My phone. I was so exhausted. Tonight had been so damned good. The teasing, his hands, the torture. I groaned as I struggled to sit up. I doubted any of our sessions had lasted this long. My ringtone registered in my head, and my eyes widened. Wait a minute. The only person who could be calling me at such an hour was my father! He had probably found out that I had snuck out of the house. "Well shit," I mumbled, struggling to get off the bed. I walked to the living room with the bedsheet clutched to my chest, where my phone rang to see Hazel hadn't left yet. He stood tall and proud with my bag in one hand and my phone in another. He had worn his clothes, and I wanted nothing more than to peel them off and beg him to take me as hard and fast as he could. "You're still here?" I said, sashaying over to him.He nodded blankly, squinting as he stared at the device in his hands. "Yours?" "Considering we're the
Gavriel's POV"I... Uh, I apologize, Ga-" "I don't need your damned apology!" I yelled, pinching the bridge of my nose. "We were supposed to showcase our designs today. Tell me you contacted the model yesterday." She paused. She didn't say a word, and I knew that she had forgotten. Dammit! What was the point of having an assistant if she was going to disrupt my work further? I was a man of principles, and while Camille's wildness could be endearing, her nonchalant attitude got on my nerves. "You didn't, did you?" I growled. "Look, Gav, I'm sorry. I sort of just forgot after yesterday..." She trailed off, and my brows shot up. After yesterday. Fuck me, how could I possibly forget that? Touching her at work had been madness. And yet I enjoyed every bit of it. That soft greedy little pussy. Then I wanted more. And that was dangerous considering I shouldn't be trying to fuck my friend's daughter. "Sir," The marketing representative for my company, Ted, called. "Delegates f
Third POVThe city of New York had never felt such pomp or excitement in a long time. And that was such a profound statement because exciting things happened in New York all the time.However, there was nothing as exciting as seeing America's finest billionaire bachelor getting hitched. Gavriel Donovan had made waves in the fashion industry and even bigger waves in the media. From the scandal involving his ex-wife to his best friend's death, his exposed relationship with said best friend's daughter, and the kidnap incident he suffered some two months ago.For almost two years, the media never seemed to run out of things to discuss about Gavriel Donovan. And on that very day, before God, men and backbiters alike, Gavriel Donovan would be getting married to the love of his life.Camille Caldwell."This is bigger th
Camille's POV"Wake up, sleepy head,"I woke to murmuring in my ear, a lazy smile on my face."Good morning, baby girl," Came the deep guttural voice that teased my eyes. Hot kisses, trailed down my face, to my jaw, and then down my neck.I moaned lightly when he slid down the bed to brush his mouth against my exposed breasts."Good morning, Gavriel,"My eyes opened to see him staring up at me, his eyes bright and mischievous. The past few days had been bliss. Pure bliss."Well, look who is finally awake," He teased, holding my gaze while his tongue gave a slow hot lick over my nipples.I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks at the double entendre. We had barely gotten any sleep the night before. I didn't shy away from his gaze. Instea
Camille's POVI counted every second until Gavriel walked out of the asylum and slipped into the backseat with me. His eyes were rimmed red and fear gripped me.Had something happened with Nolan?Did he get into a fight and was killed?Crap, all I could think about were gory things. There had been so much death and blood in the past two weeks that I couldn't summon a simple positive thought.At first, I wasn't sure what to ask. And what to NOT ask. What did one say to a man who visited his son in a mental hospital? I wasn't sure. And frankly, I was horrid at this sort of thing.I stuck with calling his name and taking his hand in mine. He gave a wane smile, squeezed my hand, and returned his gaze to the window while Dane pulled out of the driveway.The d
Gavriel's POV"Okay," She whispered. "That's good. You should have seen him. He was very... distraught when he saw you dying."He was?That was relieving.After a hearty lunch with her, Chad and Megan went off to who knows where. Camille climbed into bed with me, her head on my chest, while her hands stroked my chest gently."You're thinking too deeply," I murmured when she sighed. "What is it?"Her blue eyes looked up at me, flickering with concern. "Do I have to go with you to see him?"Nolan. I smiled at her and pressed my lips to her forehead. "It's fine. You don't have to come with me.""Thank you,""Oh come on," I murmured. "I wasn't going to make you come with me either way.""Re
Gavriel's POV"Oof!" I grunted when Camille threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and sobbing into my chest.Her tears made me feel like an asshole. I heard her. All while I was stuck in the damned coma, I heard her talk to me. Her voice was mostly muted and I could barely hear the words properly. But I heard enough snippets that made me ache desperately to see her again."Miss, give us a minute and you can hog him to yourself later," The doctor examining me said with a chuckle, trying to pry Camille off.She refused to let go and I grinned. I feared I would never see her again. That somehow I would lose her. With my free hand, I brushed her hair, murmuring in her ears."I'm sorry darling. I should have woken sooner,""No, no," She sniffed, looking up at me with red-rimm
Camille's POV"Miss Caldwell, what would you say about the current health situation of Mr Donovan?"Oh great, the press was here. I hadn't noticed them gathering in clusters until I was out of the car. I had gone out to get something to eat. It was noon and I hadn't eaten since noon the previous day. I hadn't wanted to leave Gavriel's side. It wasn't until my eyes felt dizzy and I was certain I would pass out that I had tried to find a diner.Two burgers later and a diet coke in the parcel bag clutched tightly between my fingers, I was standing before some twenty reporters waving their microphones and cameras at me.I had almost forgotten they existed. "What are your remarks on the scandal?""Did you know Gavriel Donovan had a twin brother?"My eyes widened on the
Third POVVictoria Harrington was done.Done with holding back. Done with keeping up with the mess in her head. She was a dripping mess. It had taken a few trial and error to escape the policemen. They could be incredibly dumb when it came to handling a woman who wanted to pee.Sure she ended up shooting a policeman in the leg and got slammed against the van that was supposed to transport her, but it was just a mere sacrifice she had to make.Right before her was the bane of her existence. Two of them. Gavriel, her ex-husband, and his young stupid lover. Anger surged through Victoria and she gripped the gun tighter, pointing it right at Camille."Victoria," Gavriel's deep voice filled the quiet wardroom. "Put down the gun,"If Nolan hadn't come to pick her up while she escaped the police van, she probably
Camille's POV"Are you sure you will be fine on your own?"The woman who helped me the night before was Faye. She had heard my screams while she was in her home and had looked out the window to see what was going on. She hadn't wasted time rushing out of the house and driving down the road like she was some passerby.I would always be grateful to her. She didn't just drop me off at the police station and be on her merry way. She dropped a witness statement that I had been kidnapped and a team of police was sent to retrieve Nolan while I gave my report and the recordings of what had happened with Gavriel.We stayed overnight at the station. The team sent after Nolan returned empty-handed stating that the building had been abandoned. Of course, he ran away. Faye had stayed with me today until the evening. She had been a darling. 
Gavriel's POVThe first time I felt hunger in the true sense of it, was when I was sixteen. It had been two days after my birthday and I had escaped one of the foster homes the government had tossed me in. I spent the night in an alley. Found a spot behind a pillar to rest and woke the next morning to some barman chasing me away with a stick.That morning, my stomach felt empty. It growled and grumbled but I couldn't get anything to eat. Not in the trash cans and certainly not from the kindness of strangers. By noon, my mouth was dry, my insides were hot. The next day, my arms and legs were useless, my tongue was stuck to the roof of my tongue. I had a maddening headache and everything started to look tasty.That was hunger. Sixteen-year-old me would not have survived if Old Robert hadn't found me.