Camille Hunt is creepy.How the fùck does she know about the skeletons everyone hides in their closet? How the fùck does she know about Vanessa being a drug dealer? She's stuck in a wheelchair and I'm sure she doesn't go out much so how come she knows everyone's deepest darkest secrets? Camille pours some wine into her glass and takes a small sip."Yes." She smiles. "Damien's ex is a drug dealer. I was just as shocked as you when I found out."I'm not shocked that Vanessa was a drug dealer. I knew that. But I'm shocked that Camille knows."But that wicked woman has always been desperate for money. She's probably had a tough life and swore she would do anything for money. That's why she's been clinging on to Damien like a bloody bug for all these years. She loved that he could spoil her with expensive things. That's why she married the son of a drug dealer. She wants easy access to drugs and the crazy money." She pauses. "It's sad that Sophia loves her. They've been friends since coll
Change of plans.I don't want to bring back Damien and Vanessa together. I was wrong. I want to keep them as far apart from each other as possible.Vanessa is venom. She is a snake. She is poison. The kind of poison that kills you slowly and silently. I shouldn't have forced her onto Damien. No. I should've created a rift between them.And that's exactly what I'll do.I'll keep Vanessa as far away from my husband as possible. I'll protect him from her. Damien is my friend and I'll do whatever it takes to protect him. He helped me out and now it's my turn to help him out.From everything Camille told me, Vanessa is dangerous. What shocked me the most is when she said Vanessa nailed her to the wheelchair. She didn't give me the exact details but she said Vanessa did it because Camille was not supportive of Damien flying to Italy with her. She wanted him to stay and help her run the Company. Vanessa wasn't too happy about it so she tried to kill Camille. Ironically, she's the reason Dami
Damien is making pancakes.He's in the kitchen, moving around with a cookbook in his hand. He turns around to see me perching myself on the counter."Good morning." He says as he passes an apple. "That should keep the doctor away."I bite on the apple, wallowing in confusion. "Aren't you late for work?""Work can wait." He smiles. "I have to make breakfast for my wife.""I can't remember the last time we sat down to have breakfast together." I frown. "Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?""Dani, I missed you. And I can't stand not talking to you." He gets closer. "Now open your mouth for me."He gives me a bite of the pancake. It's perfect. But not as perfect as his eyes when they watch me as I savour and swallow. "Delicious!" I comment."Not as delicious as your lips."My heart skips a beat as he takes a step closer. He stands between my legs, his intense eyes trailing down to my lips. He runs his fingers through my hair. Softly. Just how I like it. His fingers trail down f
I sink back on the swivel and cross my hands."Come again.""I want you to make Wendy forgive me." Brandon repeats. "And I would appreciate it if you did that as soon as today.""Oh." I smirk. "There's a deadline.""People work well under pressure." He smiles. "Especially you. You knew I was about to kick you out and move in with Wendy so you got yourself a billionaire. That was brilliant.""Thankyou." I sigh. "And why would I help you win back your girlfriend?""You are the one that made her leave. You are the one that made her humiliate me infront of everyone. You are the one that ruined our relationship. If it wasn't for you, she would still be with me. Now you have to fix it.""You did that all by yourself, babe." I lean on the desk, staring at his brown eyes as I toy with a pen."You ruined that relationship with your lousy lies. Sooner or later, Wendy was going to find out you were sleeping with me. I don't know how you were able to convince her that our sèx life is dead. We we
DAMIENStrange things...Strange things have been happening. Strange things keep happening. Strange things that I'm starting to hate. Strange things that all have to do with Dani.Strange things like sneaking into Dani's room to check up on her. Make sure she's sleeping in the right position. Make sure her head is set in a comfortable position on the pillow. Make sure she's switched off the lights. It's become a habit. A habit that went a little too far last night. I ran my fingers through her soft hair. It felt so good. I didn't want to stop. Fùcking hell. I sound like some creep...Strange things like bringing her lunch to her office every day. A strange habit I enjoy a little too much. I could find someone to drop lunch at her office but I still choose to do it myself. I should be mad at her. I shouldn't be dropping lunch at her office.Strange things like clenching my jaw when I saw Brandon leave her office a few hours ago. I don't know why Dani still entertains that prick. He dec
DANIVanessa Giovanni is our new neighbour.She's all dressed up in a sleeveless maroon dress and some nice heels. She even put tonnes of makeup on her face for a simple dinner with her neighbours. A dinner that wasn't even planned. This was the surprise she texted about earlier. A surprise dinner.Vanessa pours herself some wine as she stares at us with a small smile stuck on her face. The pizza smells nice but it might be poisoned. After everything Camille told me, I don't think I'll ever put a single thing Vanessa gives me into my mouth. She's a dangerous woman. A woman that can't be trusted. And I should stay away from her. But how am I supposed to do that when she's my neighbour?"I like the neighbourhood." She says. "It's nice and chill and quiet. And the weather is amazing. Perfect place to take perfect pictures. It's honestly one of the reasons we bought the house."The only reason she bought the house is to be closer to Damien. Leo can afford to buy any house in any town. But
Damien pours himself some more wine, torturing me with suspense. He takes a few sips silently, as if picking the right words."Damien, say something.""I've never told this to anyone." He sighs. "I know it sounds insane. Impossible, even. That's why I've kept it to myself all these years. Plus, who makes such crazy accusations against their own mother who got into an accident that threw her into a coma that lasted for almost a year? An accident that broke her spine and nailed her to the wheelchair? Who would even believe me?""I would." I blurt out. "Try me."Silence stretches for a moment, his face beaming for a second before the frown forms again. He takes another sip before he finally sighs and clears his throat."You've met my mother." He starts. "Camille Hunt is a fierce fireball. A go-getter. The kind of woman who grabs what she wants. She will mop a desert and fùck a cactus if that's what it takes to get what she wants. That's how she built her booming Company. That's how she b
Damien steps back.He's breathless. His face is flushed. He runs his fingers through his hair, making a mess of it. He can't look me in the eye."Sorry I'm drunk." He mutters.For some strange reason, that breaks my heart a little. I wish he didn't blame the wine. I wish that he wanted to do it. I wish he could slam those wet full lips on mine. Fùck my hormones. I blame the baby."It's fine." I smile. "It's just the wine.""Exactly." He says with a nervous laugh.He grabs the bottle of wine and is about to pour some more in his glass when I stop him."Enough drinking." I say gently. "Maybe we should finish clearing the table and do the dishes. We have a lot of catching up to do.""That sounds fun." He smiles.We finish clearing the table and dump all the dishes in the sink. I turn on the tap as he throws the boxes of pizza in the bin."Throwing the pizza in the bin?" I fake a gasp. "Not very neighbourly of you.""Tell me I'm not the only one who thinks she poisoned the pizza." He says