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Camille's POV

"Are you sure you're fine enough to work?" 

I walked down the stairs, a tired look on my face. But because I was physically tired, but because I was exhausted with the way my father obsessed over me.  

"I'm fine,"

"I could call Dr Abby if you want-"

"I don't want to," I groaned. "Dad, I spent a week in the hospital and ten days at home with you. I'm tired of sitting on my butt all day."

And tired of rarely seeing Gavriel. In ten days I had seen him just four times. Four times. And the most I had gotten when he visited was a kiss on the forehead.  

It was frustrating. 

Where was the man who had fucked me while my dad stood on the other side of the door, looking for him? 

Okay that was a horrible way to prove a point, but it was true. Ga