Gavriel's POV
There had to be nothing more painful in life than hearing your son say he would never forgive you.
I watched Nolan walk away, stomping on the shards of glass, wood, and plastic he had created all through the hallway.
There was a madness in his gait. A madness I was afraid of. I had been afraid of the minute he was returned to me after Victoria kidnapped him years ago.
"Nolan," I called out but hell, it sounded feeble to my ears, too. What could I possibly say that would make him calm down?
I dragged a hand down my face. There was a constant headache threatening to split my head in two. I could have done better. I could have handled it better! What the hell was wrong with me, dammit!
No, I clenched my jaw, staring at the shards all over the floor. I tried. I fucking tried. I had to protect Camille. The wo
Camille's POVI slipped on my dress, a bit grumpy, a bit scared, and a thousand other emotions pulsing through me. That was a roller coaster. I couldn't help but replay Nolan finding out about us in my head over and over again. What on earth would happen now?Was I even ready for the public to find out about us?I sighed, staring at the mirror before me. Tonight was supposed to be perfect. Wonderful.I had wasted all that energy and time trying to look good only to have everything flashed to the ground by a guy who couldn't accept no for an answer. Perhaps I should have told Gavriel about it all from the very beginning. Maybe things wouldn't have escalated the way they did.Or maybe they would have turned out worse.There was no way I could find out. It was too late to worry about all that now, I just had t
Gavriel's POV"Are you ready sir?" My PRO glanced at me, nervous as hell. He was a young man, probably a few years older than Nolan. Young as he was, he was tenacious. He handled my publicity like a pro.I sat in my office, back against the landscape of the city behind me. The police were just outside, ready to walk in and ask me a bunch of questions. About Alan Johnson's death.He was dead. I had found that out last night and it still felt surreal. I drove down to the police station after I dropped Camille off and they'd wheeled his dead body out for me to see and confirm before carrying him off to the morgue.They say he was poisoned.Poisoned."Sir?"I glanced around the office. It was supposed to be a quiet interrogation and we didn't want the public getting a kic
Camille's POV"Dad?"I paused on the stairs staring at my father. He was supposed to be back at his company's headquarters in California. At least that was where he told me he was going last night.Now he had a tee shirt on and looked like he was lounging in the living room, sitting before his laptop."Hey honey," He greeted, tossing me a smile. "Sleep well?"I did sleep well. What I did not understand was why he was still home. I had told Gavriel and we had plans to spend the night at his place instead. Now those plans were ruined. "What about the trip to headquarters?"I tried to play it as subtly as I could. My father had been... What was the word for it? Extra attentive? Yeah, he had been extra attentive. Especially after that call with Nolan.
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