Camille's POV
"What do you mean I can not see him?"
The receptionist glared at me, eyeing my dress as if it were garbage. The jealousy on her face was too obvious. I knew I had gone over the top when I picked the beige colored slutty dress I wore. It barely covered my ass and was literally glued to my skin.
Her eyes moved from my boobs to my face and she hissed.
"Mr Donovan is unavailable,"
"Unavailable? How on earth is he unavailable? I'm supposed to meet him by eight!"
At least that was what my father had told me.
Perhaps she had it all wrong. She probably thought I was some crazy call girl who wanted to see her boss.
"I'm his secretary," I told her leaning on the counter. "Camille Caldwell,"
"I know who you are," she said unfazed. "You're late Miss Caldwell and your outfit is... Not suitable."
I scoffed, "That doesn't give you any right to treat me like this. How about we leave the judging to Gavriel?"
"It's Mr Donovan to you!" She hissed and I stepped back, sure that she would claw my face out if she had the opportunity.
I didn't need this. I had a rough night.
Another lonely night, dreaming about my strange client having his wicked way with me. The dreams last night had been even more intense. Just thinking about grinding against my pussy sent me spiraling.
I shouldn't want a client. But I wanted him. I wanted to spread myself before him, stare into those commanding hazel eyes and beg him to fuck me. Would he call for me again tonight?
I closed my eyes briefly, thinking about his dirty naughty words.
My panties were getting wet. And it was just past nine in the morning.
...Such a dirty little girl. I ought to fuck your mouth clean...
"Miss Caldwell?!" The horrid voice of the receptionist brought me out of my thoughts and I glared at her. "You need to take your leave now!"
"And you need to find someone to take that stick out of your ass!" I yelled.
Well it didn't sit right with her. Her face turned red and she called for security. In a blink, I was hauled out of the Donovan Headquarters.
My phone hummed with a message from my father. It had a picture of me being dragged out by security.
"Strike one," The caption read. "Rude to the employee on the first day? I expected better from you."
"No," I cried, throwing my hands in the air.
Dad was watching me! I had to make sure I secured this job or he would definitely marry me off to Chad. I wouldn't be able to pay Jordan and bad things would happen.
Unsure of what to do, I planted my butt on the stairs outside the company. The sound of a car engine filled my ears and I looked up to see a tall, huge man walk out of a door I hadn't noticed by the side of the building.
He walked towards a car waiting for him. His hair, black thick strands were slicked back and the black suit he wore did nothing to conceal his large frame.
Gavriel Donovan.
Oh my goodness.
Those shoulders. Those broad delicious shoulders. Was he always this hot?!
I hadn't seen him in six years.
I watched him slip into the car, my eyes fixed on those powerful thighs as they flexed.
Then I blinked in realization. The car was driving towards the gate!
"Shit!" I cursed racing towards the moving vehicle. "Gavriel! Mr Donovan!"
The vehicle didn't stop. I couldn't let him drive out, not when my future depended on him accepting me. Without hesitation, I jumped right before the moving car, spreading my arms out.
The car screeched to a halt. My heart pulsed loud and wild in my ears.
There was silence , then the car door opened. Gavriel Donovan stepped out in all his glory.
The media did him no justice. He wasn't handsome. He was bloody hot! His hair had a few silver strands that reminded me he was old enough to be my father.
But the rest of him?
Heavens.
There was nothing about him that described him as old and incapable.
Especially those large arms. He was definitely capable.
Capable of playing with my kitty. Sinking those fingers, knuckle deep until I can't take it anymore.
"Leave us," He said and I stood there like a fool, dazed. I could feel the heat of his gaze as he glared down at me. His thick eyebrows furrowing.
"Yes boss," his driver replied and stepped out of the car, walking off to who knows where.
I snapped upright, coming to my senses.
"Hi Gavriel," I said with a smile, approaching him. "I don't know if you do remember me, I'm Camille-"
"I ought to smack you," He said in a cold hard voice that sent me reeling. "For what you just did."
I blinked in confusion. "Excuse me?"
He gritted his teeth, a vein popping in his forehead. "What were you thinking, jumping before the car like that?!"
"I called out but you didn't stop!" I said petulantly, folding my arms.
He stared at me.in disbelief. "You could have died, Camille."
My name rolled off his tongue in a terribly sexy way and a flash of him groaning my name as he thrust into me filled my head.
Oh no. No. I couldn't, I shouldn't think of Gav that way.
"But I didn't. I'm fine-"
He grabbed my shoulders suddenly, a fierce look on his face. "Fine?! I ought to smack you for doing something so fucking silly!"
"Smack me?! You could never!" I threw back without thinking and earned myself an angry growl from him.
"I can and I will, little girl!" He snarled, pulling me with him into the backseat of his car.
I fell over his thighs and felt them flex against my tits. A soft moan slipped from my lips at the impact. His cologne filled my nose and I dragged in a deep whiff until a sharp smack hit my ass.
"Oh!" I cried, trying to look at him over my shoulder. "What are you doing?!"
"Teaching you a damned lesson!" He growled, delivering another smack right on my ass. It stung, pain drifting up my back and pleasure to my pussy.
He spanked me again and I moaned, arching over his thighs. "Gav,"
"It's Mr Donovan!" He bellowed, delivering three successive spanks, hard and fast that he had me gushing.
"Mr Donovan," I said breathlessly, tears stinging the corner of my eyes when he spanked harder. "Please!"
"Please what, little girl?" He demanded, hiking my dress up until my ass was exposed to him. My thighs shook when he smacked me right on my exposed cheeks.
Rapidly, hard, fast.
Repeatedly.
"I'm sorry!" I cried, a sobbing mess on his thighs.
"What are you sorry for?!" He barked, delivering one too close to my pussy. I moaned and earned another. "I can't hear you, Camille,"
Camille. My pussy walls clenched at the sound.
"I'm sorry," I sobbed. "For jumping in front of your car, I'm sorry, Mr Donovan!"
His palm covered my ass, rubbing it soothingly.
"Good girl," he murmured against my ear, reminding me so much of my client. His hand hovered above my terribly wet pussy and then withdrew completely.
"Gav?" I mumbled.
"Get out!”
Camille's POVMy heels hit the ground way too quickly than they should. The client, my client, had called for me that evening. My first day at work had been hectic. The way Gavriel ordered me around and burdened me with assignments, no one would ever suspect he was the same man who had spanked me in his car. He was such a brute!And my what a delicious looking brute he was. Those arms, those thighs, those broad shoulders. I shook myself. I had to focus. I pushed the door to the private suite open. He sat there on the sofa in the dimly lit room, watching me through his mask. “Hi,” I said breathlessly, aware of his eyes trailing my body as I took off my jacket. “You're late,” It wasn't easy rushing all the way here from Megan's place. I had to shower and get all prepared for him. When I opened my mouth to say that, he rose abruptly and walked to the bedroom. “Come,” It was a command. Simple, dark, and clear. And yet it did the most naughty things to my body. My nipples tigh
Camille's POVThe intercom on my desk buzzed. "Camille," the sexy voice of my boss filled the air. "My office, now." Uh oh. That didn't sound good. I had been working for Gavriel for two days. Two hellish days. I wasn't sure I was doing a good job. He had yelled his head off at me in the past two days. It wasn't my fault I wasn't trained for this job. And he was a freaking perfectionist. I sighed, straightened my skirt, and strutted into his office. He sat by his desk, his gaze fierce and angry as he glared at me. In his hand was a tablet. I pouted as I approached him. I was immensely jealous of that tablet. It got to be in his hands, under those fingers. Those sturdy fingers that had smacked my ass two days ago. Gavriel hadn't touched me since then. My client as well had left me as needy as hell. It didn't matter how many times I touched myself. It wasn't as pleasurable as when either of both men had touched me. "You called me Gav-Mr Donovan?" I didn't think it was possible,
Camille's POVI didn't have an answer to that. It was both embarrassing and stimulating that I wanted my boss. A man way older than me. But I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. I pushed against his hands, wanting him to take me, but then he pulled away from me. "Leave, Camille,"My body ached in protest. Why did he always do this? He had left me wanting more just like he did days ago! My ass stung as I dropped down my skirt, and I whimpered at the feeling. I needed to cum. My client had starved me of an orgasm as well and it sucked that he hadn't asked for me in the past few days. Properly dressed against my wishes, my eyes fell on Gavriel. He stood by the glass wall of his office, staring down at the city lay spread out before him. "Gavriel-""Leave, Camille," He snapped, without sparing me a glance. "When you say leave," I murmured, "Do you mean..." He let out a sigh and spoke. "Get back to work, Camille," Great! That meant I wasn't fired. At least I hoped so. I walked ou
Gavriel's POVI raised the glass of wine to my lips watching my pet dance a few meters away from the sofa where I sat. She was beautiful.No, she was beyond beautiful. Her blue eyes were hooded as she stared at me through her mask, full bow shaped lips parted in that seductive manner. It made me want to tease the corners with my tongue, then slip past them and taste her mouth. Like I had two days ago. Her taste was damned addicting. She had me addicted. I had tried to stay away for two days, and I could swear she was all I could taste. All I could see. Jessica. I wasn't foolish. I knew there was no way that was her real name. But everything else about her was definitely real. Those sexy sounds she made when my hands ran over her body were real. The way her body twisted as she shook her hips, her tits bouncing threatening to spill out of her bra, my hands flexed as I recalled touching them the last time we met. My sexy little pet. She was so fucking submissive, it drove
Camille's POVI tried to regulate my breathing as I squirted some oil into my palm. Hazel sat with his back on the table, those eyes peering up at me through his mask. His very muscular arms flexed as he watched my every move. I could feel his burning gaze as I watched his muscles contract and relax. My knees wobbled. That had been intense. And yet I wanted more. I was being a whore. My eyes fell on his ver hard cock and more moisture dribbled down my thighs. I wanted to ride him blind. "Climb on, pet," he instructed. "I wish I could wait patiently, but every second you stare at me with that hungry look in your eyes, I fear I'll go mad if I do not touch you." I flushed at his words, feeling embarrassed by his choice of words. "Yes sir," I obliged. Holding his arm for support, I climbed atop him, straddling his hard, muscular stomach. It flexed beneath my pussy and felt so hot against it. My juices rubbed against his skin shamelessly. "Ah hell," he hissed as I rubbed the mass
Camille's POVHe slid past my lips, thick, long, and hard. I moaned as his shaft moved deeper, burying itself in my throat. "Oh hell," he cursed, throwing his head back. His hands gripped my hair tighter as he tried to fill me up with all of him. It didn't work. I let out a moan of protest, my eyes widening. I couldn't take all of him. No way. He had a huge dick.His grip tightened as he stared down at me through hooded eyes. "Oh fuck me," he hissed. "You look so fucking good, like that, pet. Your eyes watering as you try to swallow my cock has to be the best thing I have seen today." I moaned, tapping his arm urgently. I couldn't breathe. He groaned as he pulled away from me. His cock slipped out of my mouth with a pop, dangling in the air, coated with my saliva. I wheezed, gasping for air. I hadn't even taken more than half of his cock! He ran his hands over my hair soothingly. "Relax, you can take it," I blinked rapidly trying to hold back the tears in my eyes. "I-I don
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
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.