Camille's POV
I rose off the bed, feeling rather pleased with the happy smile on his face. His eyes were hooded as I drew closer, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"This is a surprise. I don't mind,"he murmured. His large hands gripped my waist as he lowered his head to mine.
We kissed, slow at first. He teased my mouth gently, soft and slow, parting my lips with his tongue. I hummed, leaning, melting against him. His mouth moved hungrily then, plundering every corner of my mouth. I could feel his hot wicked tongue move against mine. Our breathing grew harsh and heavy. His tongue flicked the roof of my mouth, and my knees wobbled.
I gripped his arm to steady myself, and he tightened his hold around my waist. His body pressed against mine, causing me to feel every ridge, every muscle, all of him, and it made me shudder and ache terribly.
Camille's POVI gave Gavriel's hand a little squeeze. I wasn't exactly sure what to do.Or say.Marcus drove us down to the hospital to see the worker who had been injured. Gav sat still like a stone statue, a stern look on his face. He was lost in thought, and for a minute, I wasn't sure he had even noticed that I squeezed his hand.I sighed, trying to figure out what exactly was going on. Gavriel definitely hadn’t used hazardous chemicals in producing his fabrics. It went against the very things he stood for. It went against his integrity. He must be immensely pissed by the accusations.He squeezed my hand in return, and a small smile nibbled its way to my lips. It would be fine. We just had to find out what exactly Alan Johnson was thinking when he said that. If he was able to even talk at all.&n
Camille's POVThe blade of the knife pressed against my neck. My body rippled in fear.Shit.You're doomed now, Camille."Give me the phone," Alan ordered behind me, releasing his hold on my hair and yanking my phone out of my shaky hands."Alan, you need to calm down," I whispered, unable to hide the trembling in my voice.I hadn't known he was faking his injuries. That meant the hospital was in on this. Or that the doctor in charge was at least.Alan hauled my phone at the wall directly in front of me and I screamed watching it shatter."You maniac!""Shut the hell up!" He spat, pressing the blade against my skin until I was pretty sure it had nicked me. 
Gavriel's POV"Nolan you're here," I exclaimed, looking up to see my son staring at me weirdly then back at Camille in my arms.I didn't want to let her go. The paparazzi were a nuisance. If I wasn't so pissed, I could have thought that how they surrounded me yet kept their distance because they were afraid was hilarious.But it wasn't fucking hilarious.One minute, Camille was with me, the next, I was getting a text from her, saying she called Toby and she was going into the hospital.I hoped to death that she wasn't going after Victoria. I had seen the crazy witch smiling behind the paparazzi and then going off into the hospital. It was one of her weapons. The press.Giving Camille one last squeeze, I pulled away and turned to Nolan. "Caldwell would k
Camille's POVI stared at the device in my hand. It was one of the old phones I had used years ago and apparently, it still worked quite well.I curled my lips in disgust, remembering what had happened to my phone.Alan Johnson was lying about being sick. The doctors were in on the trick as well. It just made me wonder who else was involved in the whole scheme.Who else, aside Victoria.It was barely noon. I was curled up on my bed, waiting for Gavriel’s text. I wasn’t exactly happy that he had sent me off, but I figured he wanted some alone time with Nolan. That only made it harder to bear. I had to tell him about Nolan being all creepy.Gav had been surprised to see him. That meant Nolan had somehow walked into the hospital without his father noticing. He might have arrive
Camille’s POV“Are you scared, Camille?”Nolan. It was his voice. Except it wasn’t the one I was used to. It was harsh, low and taunting. As if he were toying with me.“N-Nolan?” I stuttered, breathless and scared shitless.“One and only, baby,,” He murmured. His breath fell on my ears when he leaned closer. Alarm bells went off in my head. “Were you scared?”I swallowed, unable to move my body. I did not want to turn around. The ringing in my ears had dulled and there was a headache threatening to split my head in half. I had hit my head too hard on the wall, But the man behind me did not seek to care.“Come on, Camylove,”Ew, Camylove?“Answer me,” He bit my ear lobe and a sh
Gavriel's POV"Can I get you hunks anything else?" The female bartender, a woman in her forties slid over the counter to us, tossing a wink.I chugged down my glass of scotch and handed it over to her, tipping my head."How about another refill?""Another? Isn't that like your tenth one?""She's right, Donovan," Caldwell said, nudging my shoulders. "Ease up on the drinks,""Drink?" I scoffed. "It'll take at least fifty of that to get me drunk. The alcohol is watered down as fu-""He'll have two glasses more and that's it," Caldwell interrupted, giving the bartender one of his winning smiles.We had stumbled on this bar during our college days. Cheap alcohol. A place to sit and talk. There was something about it that kept me coming whenever we we
Camille's POVI climbed down the chair and rushed towards Gav. He met me halfway with a long stride and scooped me up into his arms.I brushed my face deeper into his warmth, wishing I could stay there forever, safe and happy.One of his hands caressed my hair, pushing it aside so he can see my face and the bruise on my neck. I looked up to see fierce hazel eyes narrowed in anger. He traced the bruise with his fingers and I winced in pain."Who did this?"Who indeed.Alan Johnson.And his son, Nolan. "Who, Camille? Talk to me," He sounded agitated, he cupped my face, stroking it with his thumb. Should I tell him about Nolan? My skin crawled in disgust just at the thought of his name. Would Gav
Gavriel's POVCamille mumbled something in her sleep, burying her face deeper into her pillow and I smiled at the adorable sight. What could my kitten be dreaming about?I leaned back in my chair, sighing with contentment while my eyes ran over her body. Her hair was splayed behind her, all over the pillow. She faced me, lying on her side.I hadn't meant to watch her like some obsessive creep. But I had woken up earlier to use the bathroom, and Camille had to be the eighth wonder of the world. I couldn't fucking look away.Not with half her body sticking out of the covers. Her lips were slightly parted, the sweet pink bows, full as ever. And soft. Soft and pliant and willing.And so fucking delicious.I could feel my body slowly stir awake, pushing for more. We had to return to New York t
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.