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
Camille's POVDad's face was pale as he looked up slowly from the locket to me. His blue eyes held mine, his mouth parted but no words came out.He looked down at the locket again as if it were some unreal device he had stumbled across in the desert.What should I do?I was desperately trying not to panic. I wanted to know how he felt. This wasn't how I wanted him to find out! We had planned to tell him next week. Preferably when I had given him the ticket to Charly town and he was happy.Not like this.My eyes caught the lit-up screen of my phone in his hands and my stomach dropped. It was unlocked. Fuck. I must have forgotten to lock it when I dropped it on the bed.The texts! Horror and shame clawed at my chest as I realized why my dad was petrified. It wasn't the
Gavriel's POV"The number you're trying to call is not reachable at the moment,""Shit!" I hissed, dragging my fingers through my hair.The gig was up. Everything was up.This was not how I had intended for Caldwell to find out about us. I could still remember his yells over the phone. He was furious. The jovial, jolly man in our group of friends was angry and while I had always known that day would come, I hadn't expected to be the recipient of his anger.I dialed Camille's number again, pacing around my study. My fingers tightened around the thick strands of hair, threatening to pull them out.I had to fix this.But I didn't know how to.I could fix anything else, everything else. But Caldwell's anger was justified and did not need any fixing. I was dating his daughter. I