Gavriel's POV
I had messed up. Big time.
I paced the sidewalk, my palms clasped together as I waited. I had sent the first half of the day before worried like crazy about Camille.
I had gone to work in hopes that I would see her. I would apologize for being a total dick at the party and then I would tell her about Victoria, finally.
It turned out that Victoria beat me to it instead. I had known she had a plan with the paparazzi but considering she had lost a huge chunk of her wealth to a scammer, I had assumed it would take a long while before she could strike again.
And that was a huge fucking mistake.
One night, Victoria had pictures of us swarming the media. She was right, she had the public on her side. I had underestimated her again.
When Camille did not
Camille's POVI ran like my life depended on it.Well, it didn't. But my heart did. I had almost given in to Gavriel in the car. And that terrified me.I had been mad at him for a whole day, and yet within a twenty-minute drive, I had managed to be enraptured by him again....I was afraid I would lose you...I didn't even get the logic behind those words and yet I had melted into a fucking puddle when he spoke them. It didn't help that he had looked so anguished. So torn.I was ready to forgive him there and then and that, that was terrifying."Camille slow the fuck down!" I made the mistake of looking over my shoulder to see him and screamed when I saw he was much closer than I had expected him to be. Dammit, wasn't he nearing fifty?! How on earth was he so agile?&nb
Camille's POV"Jessica! Jessica!” The crowd of masked men chanted as I danced and stripped on stage. Loud music filled the entire club, and I grinned, trying not to get lost in the song. It looked like today's payment would be worthwhile. We had a large crowd, after all. Adjusting my mask to keep it from slipping, I swayed my hips towards the pole on stage, dressed in black lace g-string and bra, and began grinding against it.“Show us those titties!” “Take it off!” The men yelled, and I tossed them a grin. Just when I reached for the strap that held my bra up, my eyes connected with a pair of eyes. He sat away from the men surrounding my stage. He had a black mask on and a white shirt that bunched against his muscles tautly. I could see every outline of those forearms as he raised a glass of whiskey towards his lips and my breathing stuttered. For a second, I wondered how they would feel if I kissed him. How could lips look so inviting? I could imagine them on mine, claiming,
Camille's POV“Thanks for driving me home, Megan,” I muttered, staring at the huge Caldwell mansion before me. “It's nothing,” Megan replied, giving me a soft smile. Her green eyes glistened with unshed tears, and I sighed. “Megan, for the last time, I'm okay,”“You got grabbed at!” she cried, throwing her arms around me. She had picked me up from the club. I had given her the short version of what had happened. A man grabbed me, and someone saved me. The longer version would have included me bent over, begging my ‘saviour’ to fuck the daylights out of me. I couldn't tell her that! “I am fine,” I told her, patting her back. “I have to go. The lights are off, thankfully.” Megan pulled away then, swiping her auburn hair out of her face. “Shouldn't you tell your father you need money? You're Camille Caldwell!”“I am also a grounded 22 year old,” I said, pursing my lips. “I'll figure this out Megs, drive home safe, okay?” One last hug and I stepped out of the car and slipped thr
Camille's POV“Your client is right behind this door,” Toria, the club manager, said, gesturing at the doors to one of the private suites the club owned. “Don't screw this up, Jessica. He paid mad money to see you.” Well, wasn't that just great? I needed money if I wanted to keep Jordan off my neck. Adjusting my new mask, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door before turning it open. The suite had a living room area and a bedroom farther inside. I walked in, locked the door behind me, and dropped the trench coat and bag on the sofa. “Hello?!” Where was the client? And damn he was one rich client. Only the extremely rich ones could afford renting a whole suite just so they could watch a stripper. What if he wants more than ‘watching’? A voice in my head asked, and before I could think up an answer, a familiar voice spoke. “Hello, my pet,” Holy hell! I whipped around to see him leaning against the wall. He had a mask on but was shirtless. Whatever abs I had seen in m
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
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