A week had gone by since the photo of Camilla and Derek kissing appeared on the internet. Camilla had gotten another motel to stay, one that wasn't owned by Derek, in a quiet part of the city. Fortunately, the news and the photo had been taken down. She searched every part of the social media and the tv stations, but couldn't find it. That was when she realized that Derek must have ordered the media to take it down. He was powerful and influential, so she knew he had the connection to do so. A part of her was glad that the news was taken down. No one recognized her as the mystery woman who kissed the heartthrob of New York, Derek Donovan. But the other part was a bit annoyed. Derek didn't waste time taking it down to keep his reputation clean. Was he ashamed of her? Did he find her so classless that the mere thought of kissing someone like her was embarrassing? He was the one that made the move to kiss her! "What a jerk." She muttered, flipping through her phone. "Who does he thi
Camilla's tears flowed freely as she picked herself from the ground. Her pants were ruined and there was a wide tear at the knee. She was tired. Honestly, she was tired of life. She didn't choose to be married into the Sinclair's family, yet it seemed she was being punished for it. This was all her father's fault. If only he had quitted his gambling habits, he would have been alive, and she wouldn't have been suffering for what she had no hand in. Now the only job she had been fortunate to get was gone. She had stayed with Nick for three good years, yet she never knew he was the owner of NS Fashion House. It just proved how phony their marriage had been. As she silently walked away, softly crying, Dahlia stepped out of the shop and called to her. "Camilla. Please wait."Camilla paused and slowly turned around. She wiped her eyes as Dahlia hurried towards her. "I'm so sorry for what happened in there." Dahlia said, placing a comforting hand on Camilla's shoulder. "I might not kno
"To be continued." Derek said into the receiver and slammed the phone down. When his eyes landed on Camilla, his shock had been extreme. He had completely forgotten about her and gave up hope of ever finding her again. Yet here she was, right in front of him. Looking incredibly sexy in her pants and vest. He frowned slightly when his gaze fell on her hair which was held in a low pony tail. He had gotten used to seeing it wild and free over her shoulders. "It's you." He said in a low raspy voice. "What are the odds of meeting you three times in a row?"Camilla gulped and looked away from him. Had he always been so handsome? She felt her cheeks heat up with a blush and she cursed herself for feeling bashful all of a sudden. Jeremy stood at the side, staring first at his boss, then at the woman. Did they know each other? "Uh, I– I..." Camilla stuttered, trying to find the right words to say. "Short of words?" Derek asked, his icy blue eyes twinkling with mirth. "You had a lot to sa
Camilla started her job as a waitress the very next day, and just like Derek warned her, it wasn't easy. The men were loud and vulgar, requesting for bottle after bottle of liquor. They yelled curses when they didn't get their drinks quickly enough and banged the table whenever the got into an argument. Camilla felt like her feet were on fire. She kept maneuvering her way from the lounge to the bar, carrying silver trays filled with expensive alcohol. She wished the men could all be kicked out, but it was impossible. They were rich and they had the money to spend. That evening, she arrived for her shift dressed in the outfit for the night. A short skirt with panty hose and the lounge's T-shirt. She put on sneakers instead of heels so she wouldn't get tired easily. Her hair was wrapped tightly in a bun at the base of her neck and with her short apron tied around her waist, she was ready for the night's work. When the first customer called out to her, she plastered a polite smile o
Camilla looked up in surprise, right into a pair of icy blue eyes. How did Derek appear beside her suddenly? She noticed the rage in his eyes and frowned. Why was he angry? Why did he care? Unaware of the thoughts going through Camilla's head, Derek's grip around Nick's arm tightened until Nick felt like his arm would snap. "Mr–Mr Donovan..." He stuttered in shock. The confusion in his eyes was clear and he was wondering why Derek was putting himself between him and Camilla. Derek shoved his arm away and used his body to shield Camilla, hands smoothly going into his pockets. "Let this be a warning." He said, his voice chilling Nick to the bone. "Do not ever raise your hand to any of my workers.""Mr Donovan you don't understand." Nick said, trying to save his face. He could feel everyone in the lounge staring at him. "I am Nick Sinclair, owner of NS Fashion House and a few other businesses..."Derek looked him up and down, his icy gaze degrading. Nick was a nobody because he had
They took the lounge's back door where several bodyguards were standing watch. Nick's dark, sleek Rolls-Royce was parked in the driveway behind the lounge and one of the bodyguard handed him the keys as they stepped out. Camilla slipped into the passenger's seat silently and sighed as the comfy bucket seat enclosed her snugly. Her skirt rode up her thighs but she didn't bother dragging it down because her legs and thighs were hidden behind the panty hose. The bodyguards kept their faces averted as Derek got into the car and started it. The sleek car purred to life and slowly backed out of the driveway before accelerating away. Camilla watched other cars zip by as Nick floored the accelerator. The silence between them was comfortable and the only sound was the soft purring of the engine. The night sky was filled with stars and a half moon peeked from behind the clouds. The interior of the car had a sweet minty fragrance which reminded Camilla of Derek's cologne. That was exactly h
Paragon Dining was simply exquisite. The interior was beautifully designed with a rich blend of white and gold. "Have you ever been here?" Derek asked as they began their dinner. "No." Camilla shook her head. "This is another luxury I could never afford.""Tell me about yourself, Miss Rosenberg." He began. "Honestly, I'm curious about you. You appear so bold at times, yet now you seem innocent and shy. I'm intrigued, and that never happens.""There isn't much to know." Camilla said, shrugging lightly. He was back to calling her Miss Rosenberg, unlike when he used her name a few minutes ago. "How about you start with your childhood." Derek suggested. "I understand if you don't want to talk about it.""No it's fine. Besides, you should know something about the girl you employed so easily."Derek leaned back on his seat, watching her closely. He listened and didn't interrupt unless he had something to ask. "My story isn't pretty, Mr. Donovan." Camilla said, staring into the depths o
The next morning when Camilla arrived at the lounge, she knew something was wrong immediately she stepped inside. It was empty and only the waitresses and janitors were around, along with Jacob, the barman. When she stepped in, everyone stopped their various chores and began to mutter amongst themselves. Camilla stood confused, wondering if it was because of the incident that happened with Nick the previous night. Unable to stand it, she walked further in and dropped her bag on the counter. "What's up?" She called out to Ashley and Sophie, the only girls she had befriended. "Did something happen? Why is everyone staring at me strangely?""You haven't heard what happened?" Ashley asked. "What happened?" Camilla repeated. "Is it the incident with Mr. Sinclair?"No, not that." Sophie cut in. "You're all over the news, Camilla. Someone took a photo of you and Mr. Donovan last night.""What?" Camilla shrieked. She felt her face turn pale as her blood ran cold. Not again, she thought.
In the blink of an eye, one week flew by. One week of pleasure, desire and whispered promises. Camilla wished they could stay a little bit longer in Paris. But she knew it was impossible. Their honeymoon was over, and Derek needed to return and take charge of his company. The flight back to New York was silent, but it was a comfortable one. Camilla slept all through, tired and content, snug in Derek's embrace. As for Derek, he tried not to let his annoyance show as he read through the text messages Jeremy had sent him. Apparently, Andrew had managed to get a few of the shareholders on his side and they were planning on sabotaging the entire company and gaining half of his entire assets. Derek didn't feel an ounce of worry. He knew the likes of Andrew Houston and he also knew how to deal with them. What he was bothered about was the fact that Andrew might make a move on Camilla or his mother, using them to get to him. He would have to protect them every way he could. The flight
"I want you to make love to me."Camilla's words echoed in Derek's ears until every other sound faded. His eyes darkened and without warning, he lifted her until her weight was in his hands, his fingers curling around her buttocks. "I'm not going to ask if you're sure." He rasped, his lips brushing over hers. "I am sure. I want you Derek. Make love to me."Her whispered response was all he needed. He strode into the room, with Camilla still cradled in his arms, tights claspsed tightly around his waist. He paused at the edge of the bed and slammed his lips on hers in a hot desperate kiss. It started slowly, gathering speed and momentum as they each tried to dominate the other. His powerful hands tightened around her buttocks as he rocked against her, his thick bulge straining for release. They broke the kiss, each gasping for air for a moment. Then Camilla tangled her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers. Her head fell back in surrender, her lips parted in a silen
Paris was everything Camilla always dreamed about, and more. The city of love and romance, like her father used to say. She couldn't believe she was finally in her dream city, with the man she loved. The private jet landed at the airport and crawled round the tarmac until it came to a stop. She was still staring through the window, her gaze pinned on the scenario below her, when she felt Derek's warm touch. She turned around, and when he saw the tears gleaming in her eyes, he panicked for a moment. "What is it my love?" He asked worriedly. Camilla smiled and quickly wiped her eyes. Then she shook her head and looked back at him. "Nothing. I'm just a little bit emotional. I can't believe I'm actually here with you. Everything is so perfect and I can't help but feel overwhelmed."Her voice faltered when Derek leaned in and silenced her with a kiss. She shut her eyes and sighed, her lips moving slowly with his as he deepened the kiss. He gently grasped her chin, his thumb stroking
"Marry me again, Camilla. For real this time."Camilla felt her heart leap within her, pounding hard against her chest. Her gaze clashed with his, her lips parted in shock, her expression one of disbelief. "What?" She whispered. "I know this is unexpected." Derek continued, then let out a soft chuckle. "Hell, I never expected to be in this position again. My heart has been closed off for ten years. But I met you, and your warmth thawed the ice around my heart. I love you desperately, Camilla. I want to spend eternity with you."Camilla was still in shock. Her heart raced, her mind wild with a million thoughts. Everything was happening so fast and it made her a bit terrified. One thing she had learned over the years was, whenever things were going perfectly for her, something always ruined it. She was terrified that something would ruin this peace and serenity she had with Derek. But on the other hand, she could no longer imagine a life without him. A life without waking up next to
"Do you remember this place?" Derek asked, slowly taking off his hands from her eyes. Camilla opened her eyes finally and looked up at the tall building before her. She smiled as memories assailed her mind. Of course she remembered it. Paragon Dining. It was the place she and Derek had their first dinner, before pictures of them flooded the internet. It was a fond memory, one she would never forget. "I do." She said, smiling up at him. "But why did you bring me here?""Impatient much." He said, gently taking her hand in his. "You'll find out soon enough."Camilla silently followed him, all the while wondering what he was up to. It was a cool evening and the night air caressed her bare hands. She had on a gorgeous, black, sleeveless evening dress, with silver heels and matching jewelries. Derek, as usual, looked utterly good looking in his grey tux. He had never looked more handsome. The parking lot of the diner was deserted, just as it had been that first time. To her surprise, t
"How did you put the tracker in the necklace?" Camilla asked. She was seated in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection, then at Derek who stood behind her, drying her hair. They stood in the middle of the room before the large mirrors, wearing matching robes. Derek held a hair dryer and he raised it above her head, letting the hot air dry her damp hair. After several moments of pleasure, they finally left the bathroom. Camilla sat with her legs crossed on the sofa, smiling up at Derek who was playing with her hair as he dried it. "It was easy." He answered. "After our argument, I did a lot of thinking. I knew I had no other way of proving Nick's lies. So I told Perkins to run a background check. It turned out that video Nick showed you was a fake one.""It was?"Derek nodded. "It was edited, all to lure you out. I knew you would never believe me, so I had to find another way. Perkins had his men place a tracker on the necklace, and I gave it to you. With that, I would know
When Derek arrived home with Camilla, he dismissed his entire staff. He didn't want her to feel worse than she already felt. The sports car slowed to a stop in the estate's parking lot and he got down. Camilla watched him walk round to the passenger's side and opened the door. Just when she wanted to come down, he leaned down and lifted her in his arms. "Derek... I can walk..." She protested softly. "I know that." He said. "But you and I know you're still shaken up with what happened. Don't pretend you're okay."Camilla opened her mouth to argue, but she realized he was right. She would probably collapse if she tried to walk. She could feel herself trembling, even in his arms. For a few seconds, Derek stood before the front door, staring silently at her. His stare was deep, intense, his eyes swirling with nameless emotions. He breathed her name, so soft that she almost didn't hear it. "What's wrong?" She whispered. Derek smiled and shook his head. "Nothing." He rasped. "I'm jus
"Get away from my wife." Derek said in a deadly calm voice. His eyes blazed with fury, his pupils dilating like black holes sucking in the light around him. Nick rolled away from Camilla, his expression one of extreme shock and a hint of fear which he tried to hide. How did Derek find their location? He zipped up his pants and stood there, trying to put on a fearsome look. "You have no business with her anymore Donovan. She divorced you. She's mine now." Derek's gaze didn't falter as he stepped further into the building. The other men backed away, their gazes flickering between him and the unconscious Craig. Two of the men brandished weapons, their eyes alert and ready to attack. Derek ignored them and walked over to Camilla who was huddled beside the wall, hugging her body and trembling. When his gaze fell on her ripped dress and the bloody bruise on her face, something snapped within him. As he crouched before her, Nick moved and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back vici
Derek's handsome face was a mask of fury as he pressed down on the accelerator, zipping through the highway at top speed. Jaws clenched tightly, knuckles white from his hard grasp around the wheel, he navigated through the busy road, swerving occasionally into different lanes. As he drove, his gaze lowered to his cellphone. The red icon was still on the move, and there was quite a distance between him and the icon's location. He looked away and floored the pedal, making the sleek sports car jerk forward with insane speed. "Hold on, my love. I won't let that bastard hurt you." He murmured, his thoughts on Camilla. He should have tried harder in convincing her not to go. He had been so annoyed when she chose to go back to her him. Even when he knew she was going back to him because of her father, it didn't stop him from feeling a bit jealous. And now she was in danger. If anything happened to her, he would never forgive himself. He cast one last look at his cellphone before taking