Camille's POV
"Neither can I," I whispered, watching him knead the soft mounds through my shirt. His breathing grew slow and labored, stroking my face.
"You didn't wear a bra," he murmured, staring in awe as he squeezed and toyed with my breasts.
My nipples pushed through the shirt, begging for his attention.
Gav flicked them with his fingers and I sucked in a breath from how good that felt. He repeated the action, flicking my nipples until they grew even more turgid and stiff.
My pussy ached. I wanted to be flicked down there too. Oh, the sweet mix of pain and pleasure.
Yes, please.
He wrapped two fingers around both nipples and pinched down on it. The pain shot through my nerves like a dopamine hit and I squealed, writhing as he held on tight.
Camille's POVI managed to yank down my skirt and get off the desk while Gavriel helped button my shirt and straighten whatever looked off about me.We couldn't do anything about my greedy nipples poking through the shirt, so I turned my back to the elevator.When the elevator pinged open, I grabbed a document as if I were reading what was on it while Gavriel stared in amusement.Of course, he was amused. We almost got caught, and he thought, "What I was doing was funny?”"Sir?"It was the head of the marketing team. I glared at the older man over my shoulder, annoyed that he had interrupted something I had been aching for since I woke up."We're expecting your arrival,"Of course, they were. We couldn't even get five minutes of peace, could we?
Camille's POV"H-He asked if anything was going on with you lately," Megan explained, her voice filled with apprehension.My stomach twisted."Megan don't tell me you told him-""I didn't," she replied curtly. "Have a little faith in me will you? I kept your little secret about you and Gavriel."I squinted. "How did you respond?"Gavriel watched me speak, his expression shifting from confusion to worry. To assure him I was fine, for now, I ran my hands over his chest gently."What?" Megan sounded appalled."What did you tell him? I want the exact words.""Camille, I didn't tell him anything," She replied. "I just told him you were fine.""That's all?"She sighed. "Would I l
Camille's POVA picture of us?!"Gav?" I called, unsure whether I ought to panic or he was simply pulling my legs.He left the door instantly and approached me, shedding off his shirt quickly to cover me. I watched him march to the door, a deadly look on his face. Fuck was it true? Had someone taken a picture of us having sex?That was bad. I tried to stop the trembling of my hands but it shook anyway. A picture of us leaking out into public like that would be devastating. Everyone would see Gav fucking me.No.I ride off the couch, rushing into the closet. What if Dad saw it? He would have a heart attack.Or what if the person didn't share it with the public and instead decides to use it to blackmail either of us? Just like Jordan did.Oh my God,
Camille's POV"I've been here." I said, arching a brow in confusion. What on earth was going on? First, it was the word questions, then him going off to interrogate Megan and now it seemed it was my turn to get interrogated.Dad glanced around me, from the exercise mat to the bottle of water the maids had gotten for me to my tablet playing the exercise video."Where's your phone?""It's in my room," I shrugged.His face relaxed then. "I had called you several times. I was worried when you didn't pick up. I didn't know you were home yet.""Maybe check first, next time? Instead of assuming I'm not home? Dad, what is going on?""Nothing, I'm just worried about you.""Why are you worried about me? I'm fine, I told you that
Camille's POVDad's face was pale as he looked up slowly from the locket to me. His blue eyes held mine, his mouth parted but no words came out.He looked down at the locket again as if it were some unreal device he had stumbled across in the desert.What should I do?I was desperately trying not to panic. I wanted to know how he felt. This wasn't how I wanted him to find out! We had planned to tell him next week. Preferably when I had given him the ticket to Charly town and he was happy.Not like this.My eyes caught the lit-up screen of my phone in his hands and my stomach dropped. It was unlocked. Fuck. I must have forgotten to lock it when I dropped it on the bed.The texts! Horror and shame clawed at my chest as I realized why my dad was petrified. It wasn't the
Gavriel's POV"The number you're trying to call is not reachable at the moment,""Shit!" I hissed, dragging my fingers through my hair.The gig was up. Everything was up.This was not how I had intended for Caldwell to find out about us. I could still remember his yells over the phone. He was furious. The jovial, jolly man in our group of friends was angry and while I had always known that day would come, I hadn't expected to be the recipient of his anger.I dialed Camille's number again, pacing around my study. My fingers tightened around the thick strands of hair, threatening to pull them out.I had to fix this.But I didn't know how to.I could fix anything else, everything else. But Caldwell's anger was justified and did not need any fixing. I was dating his daughter. I
Camille's POVDad stared back at me as if I had grown two heads. And perhaps I had. I had never admitted to myself that I loved Gavriel. Every single time my thoughts were about to descend that path, I would caution myself. I didn't want to ruin what we had by admitting I loved him and then finding out that he didn't exactly feel the same way.Of course, I wasn't going to tell Gav yet either.My heart would split into a thousand shards if he didn't feel the same way.It was best that I didn't know how he felt yet. Not yet. But I had been hard-pressed.And I wasn't lying."You're choosing him over me?" Dad laughed harshly."No, that's not correct. I'm asking you to accept our relationship or I won't be your daughter anymore!""Sam
Author's POVJames Caldwell watched his only daughter walk out of the room without so much as a glance over her shoulder. In his hands were the pieces of his beloved picture of them.The one picture he had held on to for twenty-two years. He was on his knees, the carpet burned through his pants, eating at his aching and weary skin. A tear slid down the older man's cheek, and then others followed."Camille!" He yelled, perhaps as a last-ditch effort to stop his daughter from making what he thought was a mistake.He was her father, for goodness sake. He knew better.But his dear daughter would not listen. She never did. When her mother died years ago, leaving him with Camille, a guru in every technology but not in kids, He had hoped and prayed for an easy journey.But things were never easy when it came to Cam