SCOTTI am back to being sixteen again.That is the only way to explain the way I feel now.Although right now the only thing missing is the girl I met in the horse shed.Maybe because she is gone forever and I was always supposed to be with her sister.I could not say anything for a long time while Dad rambled on about the company and about how our alliance will be the perfect solution to both our bproblems.Maya just stood beside him and smiled down at me the whole time with her left hand resting on dad's wheelchair.So he didn't really invite me here for a talk.He already made a conclusion and just wanted to pass on the message.There was no better way to say that he didn't trust me to handle his company well, to say that he didn't trust me enough to make the right decisions.So is this the right decision? To tie me up with my nemesis?Thank you Dad, this is just the best decision ever.'...not just our partner but also your bride'Wait, what?I snapped my head up to look at both
CAMILLEEverything in my life is happening so fast and so bad as well.I woke up days ago after my best friend attacked me in the same hospital my husband is.No one was beside my bed waiting for me to wake up, no flowers or notes.That is how bad things have gotten for me.I was lucky my baby had survived the stress and damages done to me as the nurse had told me when she noticed me feeling my belly.I do not know what I would have done if I had lost it, but one thing is for sure I will never forgive Helen if that happened.Even now, while sitting in the park and letting myself relax in the company of all these other people, I wonder if things will ever be the same between the both of us again.Now the only person I have is James and do not know for how long.If he survives this he might not want this child and what's worse? He might ask for a divorce.What then?I start life all over again but this time without my family, my husband or my best friend.How will I even do that?My who
CHAPTER 41SCOTTMy darling, My angel.Her body is just as perfect as the last time we were together.Her face.Beautiful and glorious behind those waves of hair that covered each feature as she looked down on me, her lower body crushing into mine in feral lust.I reached for her face and brushed some hair off her angelic face to cup her chin and admire her complete form.Her lips were red and swollen from my kisses, but I still wanted more.I wrap my palm behind her neck and pull her in for a kiss, not giving any caution to any pain my impatient tongue and teeth do to her mouth, tasting and consuming every corner of her mouth like a hungry beast.I miss this, I miss being so alive and complete in her presence.It felt like ages since we have been apart, and this time I will not let her go.NOT EVER AGAIN!I feel a low groan in the base of her throat, and I choke her slowly until all I hear is the sweet melody of her moans in my mouth, begging me to not stop, to take every bit of her
CAMILLEThe morning sickness is getting worse.And my body aches as badly as it hungers for a man's touch.Don't get me wrong, I love being pregnant so far but at this point where the only man I have promised myself to commit to is still bedridden, I wish for another way to have a baby.I had slept off last night again, pleasuring myself to the thought of – you know who – but it doesn't seem to be doing so much for my horny body.I had even gotten myself a toy – the very first time I am using one – but it does little in making me feel as good as when I think of all the better ways Scott would have made me cum with just the slightest touch.I thought I needed time to get over him, but now it seems like I will have to use my whole life to actually get over him and move on.He is never coming back and I have to get used to that.Especially since I sent him off in clear terms.No man will ignore his ego and come back to beg a woman who sent him off in such a humiliating way no matter his
CAMILLELife seemed to have been returning to normal before all this new mess.And what's worse? - it had to happen right before I resumed work.Now I am standing behind the host stand, and instead of focusing on welcoming guests and making reservations, I am worried about some gibberish my husband was spilling during the less than ten minutes period he recovered from his coma.When I had returned to the room with the nurse and found him unconscious again, I was terrified that this time he was really dead.He just laid there, so immobile and alarmingly pale that I wondered if it was because of the pregnancy reveal he was talking about.How did he even know? Is he seeing things now? Is that the package that comes with being away from the world for a very long time?Divination right?Oh, that's all crazy, it's not possible.But somehow he could tell?Is it that obvious? What if the shock of it was what terrified him and plunged him back into coma?And what was that talk about secrets al
SCOTTHappiness, they say, is free.But I have never experienced happiness as expensive as mine.Life has placed me in the worst situation so far and I can hardly enjoy the comfort of my home which is supposed to be my safe space.These days I have to find that comfort in clubs and bars, and sometimes I get to bring that momentary comfort home with me and pay them off in the morning.The only good thing that comes out of this new ritual is the disappointed look on dad's face and the irresistible annoyance it caused Maya whenever the women left in the morning.One way or another she will come to realize that this union for what it really is – a sham that will never end well for both of us.She will only remain a reminder of what would have been if her sister were still alive.As for dad. Well, since he can longer hide his disappointments of having an only son who also seems to be a disgrace to him, I guess he also has no choice but to put up with me.Fair play.At least if I am accept
SCOTTBeing young shouldn't come with all this baggage.I am just twenty two and the shit I have got to worry about is more than anyone in my age bracket has got to deal with.I have had more first hand experiences in life than I would have wanted – especially when it comes to women.Anyone who meets me for the first time will think about how lucky I am to be coming from wealth and fame, but the thing is that I will throw them all away for a quiet and private moment with myself.Privacy is so underrated, and I guess I will never understand I get why most people fight and die for fame.I can't remember the last time I even had that – privacy.I believe this is the longest time I have had to myself in the last four years with no calls or check-ins or meetings.Just me in my room, and the only thing that is also lacking serenity is my mind. It is rocking with every kind of awkward situation that returning to New York would bring.I never thought I would be going back there anytime soon.
CAMILLETwo days have passed since I visited the hospital.And I haven't received any calls yet – maybe because recently I left my cell phone off to avoid getting any of the calls now.Until I know the best way to approach this, I cannot bring myself to return to that hospital – I don't trust myself enough to be alone with him again.He has caused me more pain than anyone else in my life.I trusted him and would have done everything for him.Right now I have to focus on work and the two things I also have to work on.Yes! I also found out about the money and every document binding it.With every information I have, it would be so easy to get that money without anyone smelling foul.Well I haven't decided on what I will do about that yet but if it comes to that, I would not think twice.To hell with everyone else – maybe it is time for me to do some damage of my own too, and getting pregnant for another man is not a damage.It is hard to put a straight face today when all that is on my
CAMILLEI wanted so badly to believe that I was wrong, and that my eyes were deceiving me.But it wasn't.It was really James and doctor George.I couldn't peel my eyes away from them as they went towards an empty table opposite where we sat, that seemed to have been reserved for them before they even arrived.What are they doing here right after we just had an argument at home? He didn't even bother to come after me or just call me to make sure I was safe, and the next thing he is meeting with George?'Are you okay?' Emma's mom touched my shoulders and I relaxed into it, taking note of my environment once again.Is everything alright? You look like you have seen a ghost' if only she knew that what I had seen was worse than a ghost situation.'No, of course not, I told you what's going on with me so I just zoned out for a while' I tapped my temples dramatically in a bid to hide my face when I noticed James eyes sweeping the room.My stomach rumbled loudly as I stared at the plate of
CAMILLE'Were you really going to come see us?' the little girl asked as I held her hand while we trotted to the nearest ice cream stand, her mother walking closely beside me. Her gap tooth made her words absolutely different from the normal pronunciations.She looked older and more frail than the last time I saw her, and anyone who saw her might think she is the one undergoing treatment and not her daughter.'Of course I was, you don't believe me?''Well, it was already getting late and if we hadn't seen you in the playground you could have left''Hey, don't be rude to someone who is about to get you chocolates, she might change her mind' her mom chipped in.'Don't worry dear, I was definitely going to come around, I just got some really bad news and I needed quite a while to process it' I assured her and squeezed her hands lightly.'Look, the bus isn't there any longer' at first I didn't understand what she was talking about until my eyes followed the direction of her hands. Truly,
CAMILLEI couldn't believe what I was seeing.The lame and bloodied body lying on the bed in front of me didn't look like the woman I had always loved and shared everything with.She was sleeping when I walked in – or so I thought – until I ran my hand over the bandage on her head and down her hair.She reminded me of what James looked like the first day I had come to see him in the hospital after the accident, and I remember just what I first thought when I saw him in that state – he will never make it.She opened her eyes and her once distraught face glowed with excitement she couldn't really express as she tried to smile.'I was beginning to-' she coughed and I patted her hand and signaled for her to stop talking. 'Thank you so much for coming Camille, you had a choice and you still came''It is okay Helen, come on, we are still friends'She tried to chuckle but ended up coughing again, and I watched with pain as the strongest woman I have ever met, and one I always depended on fo
CAMILLEJames returned home while I was on my way to the hospital.I had received a call from the hospital earlier in the day for Helen Tomas, she had put me down as her emergency contact.Well who else would she have put in that position? - I just hoped she had thought about that before... I don't even want to think about that anymore.I didn't realize just how much I missed him until the doorbell rang while I was just about to step out and I saw him standing there, looking like the man I once knew, the one who always made things work out just for both of us.We didn't need to say a word, we didn't need to explain anything, we just both moved towards each other and he hugged me like he couldn't believe he had left in the first place.I didn't even realize when I began to cry, I just clutched him so tight to my body and promised myself never to let go, ever.This man in front of me loves me and there was no debating that. I was foolish and I was always the selfish one who wouldn't jus
SCOTTWhat does he know>'Hello brother' I tried to play it cool even when my own voice sounded somehow like what Judas' must have sounded like when he sat with the Savior and pretended not to have been making evil plans behind him.'Hello Scott, it's so nice to see you again' he seemed so happy to see me again and I began to relax – not too much though, I still didn't know what to expect.I extended my hand for a handshake but he ignored it and pulled me in for a hug instead.'You look great, seems like ages since I saw you and you look so different, and I a good way of course' he said as he retreated to look at me, eyeing me up and down like a mother would look her child who she hasn't seen in a long while, and I couldn't hide how weird the situation was.I led the way to a lounge close to the window and sat while he followed suit.'I can't say the same about you man, shouldn't you be resting or something? Doesn't look like a long time since you recovered' of course I won't make it
CAMILLEJames wouldn't talk to me, and I understand.But going to stay in his family house with his mom? That is something I will never understand or be comfortable with.Next thing they will be serving me a divorce paper together.I wonder why they haven't done that yet, it's been a week since he moved out after our last fight and none of them has appeared to shame me over what I had done – it felt so unnatural. Something must definitely be wrong somewhere.Was he really at his moms? Or did the James I have known all my life surprisingly decide not to tell his family about the new development?Even with that, I am most certain that he will not last a whole week without his family forcing everything out of him, so it's either he wasn't there or there was no other explanation that could fit.I thought about calling him but I realized just how useless that would be, my calls had been going to voicemail since he left, hoping for a miracle now will only be a waste of time.I had to go ove
SCOTTJames actually came for business – unless I misunderstood his stoic expression and his serious looking appearance.He mentioned nothing about Camille and it was not until the meeting had ended, when Dad invited me to his study for a short meeting that I realized I had nothing to actually prove that I was actually present in the meeting.All through the exchange of pleasantries and good health, I had been focused on the worth, waiting to hear anything related to Camille, and paying little attention to whatever was discussed.No, absolutely not! This time it's not because of love but because I was ready to interrupt him in any way possible if he as much as dared bring up the matter of Camille and I.I couldn't risk him bringing up such a thing even in a small meeting of just seven people. The media will get wind of it somehow and in no time, and it will be the automatic business gossip.“LONDON'S YOUNGEST BACHELOR AND HEIR; LIAM SCOTT HAS JUST RECENTLY BEEN REPORTED TO BE IN A SEC
CAMILLE'How do you know Scott? Is he the father of-' his words trailed off and I wished he would just keep talking. At least to give me enough time to think of the right things to say to myself.But then I had to answer faster, I didn't want to give him any chance to believe what his mind was telling him at that instant.'No, no, Scott has nothing to do with this' His expression didn't give away anything he was thinking at that moment, it was as blank as a new text document, and I didn't know if he believed me or not.One thing that kept ringing in my head was the thought of how good James had always been in reading me like I was an open and comprehensible book. If he couldn't tell that I was lying at that point, then he must have definitely lost his power in the accident.'So how do you know Scott Camille?' I was a bit surprised that he would be more concerned about that than about the pregnancy, but who cares? As long as it bought me enough time.'He came to the hospital about a
SCOTTI have been grounded.Yeah. I am a grown ass adult who has to listen to his father's commands and rely on his fiance's suggestions because every time I make my own decisions everything goes wrong.The last reckless decision I made almost cost me my life, but not that anyone realizes that to be as important as the money the company would have lost, and now I have to stay in doors until the wedding which had already been signed and sealed.'You feeling okay?' I raised my head to see Maya standing by the door to my room, still in her nightgown and with a transparent bottle of milkshake in her hand – wasn't she lactose intolerant?'I am good' I replied, but my tone gave away my uneasiness and true feeling – terrible. 'I was just getting ready for my appointment''You are seeing your therapist again?' she asked, still standing by the door, but I didn't give a reply. It was none of her business by the way, and saving me countless times won't still get her in my good books.She walked