Gavriel's POV
A TikTok account?
Camille looked up at me with those naive blue eyes, nodding her head. "Yes. It'll be perfect -"
"It's an app for skits and dances and shit," I said. "How is it perfect?"
She gave me a sour look. "Will you at least let me explain? If you keep cutting me off, then we won't exactly get anywhere,"
"The problem is unacceptance of our new fabrics, and you're suggesting some juvenile app? Camille, I am trying to see the point,"
"Gav-" I gave her a steely look, and she cleared her throat, correcting herself. "Mr Donovan, I think it is unfair that you're already concluding when you haven't heard my idea yet."
She wasn't wrong.
Perhaps I was just a bit disappointed. The eighteen percent unacceptance didn't bother me much, but of course
Camille's POV"Gav?"I hadn't meant to whisper. I was rather exhausted. I doubted I had ever cum so hard. I may have purposely thought about all those naughty things just so he would touch me.Cheeky? Yeah, I knew that.Now I sat on his desk, staring at him beneath my lids. He seemed engrossed with his phone."I have to take this call," He said gruffly and I nodded.Gav walked out of the office then and I frowned. What was that about? The call must be private if he had to walk out to receive the call.Or, my mind quipped, he probably just doesn't want to disturb me with his calls and all. The man could be a brute when he wanted to. But he could also be overbearingly protective. I had learned that much over the past months anyway.
Gavriel's POV"What's next on my schedule?"I tugged at my tie once I slid into the backseat of my car. I was exhausted. Considering it was just a few minutes past twelve, I had a really long day ahead.I turned to Camille to see her tapping rapidly on her phone. Her golden hair was tied up in a bun, and while it made her look elegant, I preferred to see them spilling over her shoulders.I would also prefer that her little black dress would disappear, but that was a bit too much to ask.She bit her lip, frowning, and I realized then she hadn't heard my question."Camille?"Big blue eyes blinked up at me in confusion."What's next on my schedule?""Oh yeah, right," she muttered, swiping at her phone's screen before whipping out
Camille's POVAh, crap. I should have known he would notice. I could not have him finding out about this.Not yet at least."Gav, you're overreacting-""I'd rather I overreact," he growled behind me, his huge presence lurking above me. I should be intimidated. Anyone else would probably be. But I wasn't. I knew he wouldn't hurt me and besides, I could feel the heat radiating off him and it was sexy as hell."The last time I didn't overreact, you got kidnapped," He continued.Ah right, that was why he was doing this. He was worried. I shifted under his hold but he held on tighter."Gav?""Speak Camille,""Can I at least face you when I do? It's not like I'm going to run away," I chuckled.
Gavriel's POV"What the hell are you wearing?"I stared at the sexy apparition before me, stunned as hell. I had to be dreaming. There was no way Camille was standing by her desk, with absolutely next to nothing on."Relax Gav," She purred in that soft tone that always had my cock spurring to life.It wasn't even the fact that she was almost naked that had me rock hard. It was the outfit. The tiny piece of clothing she had on. So fucking tiny it left nothing to the imagination and that was a huge fucking problem because now all I could do was imagine."Relax?" I fumed, storming over to her.We had tons of things to do today. She knew I could barely keep my hands off her, why the hell was she wearing that?It was a pink thong and a matching bra. Her tits looked
Gavriel's POVI lapped at her pussy, making her moan and squirm with pleasure. She tasted delicious, every lick driving me wild and causing her to press her slick pussy against my face. My fingers slid into her wetness, two then three, thrusting deep inside her, stretching her, preparing her for me.She moaned louder, her eyes rolling back as I replaced my fingers with my throbbing cock in one swift movement.“Oh!” She gasped. “OH FUCK!”Her screams echoed through the room. I savored every moment, watching her throw her head back, jaw slacked in pleasure as I took her roughly, my hips slapping against her wet pussy."Oh fuck, yes, Gavriel. Fuck me harder, Daddy," she begged, her tone breathy and desperate for more. Her body arched, begging for more as I slammed into her.“Good girl. You'll take it
Camille's POVThe look on Gavriel's face was worth it. His eyes were wide in what looked more like horror and for a minute while everyone laughed, he just stood still, frozen, trying to process what was going on."Surprise?" I drawled, strutting towards him happily. I had never managed to surprise him and with the wide-eyed look on his face, I had scored big time."What is this?" He murmured when he finally recovered from the shock."Happy birthday man!" My father cheered, clapping him hard on the back."Caldwell?" Gav called looking confused then slid those hazel eyes back at me. "What's going on Camille?""Really?" I scoffed, flailing my arms in excitement. "You still haven't figured it out yet? I threw you a birthday party, Gav! I understand it can be a bit overwhelming. It was when I star
Gavriel's POVThe 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.&
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.