Time stopped for Camille the moment Michael McGregor walked through those doors.And he looked more handsome than ever, if that was even possible.He stood at an imposing height of six feet, possessing a commanding presence that seemed to fill the room. Suddenly, he no longer seemed like the mischievous, carefree boy that she knew all those years ago.Gone was the dyed hair, replaced with a shade of light-brown that was impeccably styled, framing a chiseled face that could possibly belong to a cover model. The lighting cast shadows on his sharp cheekbones, complementing his well-defined jawline.He was dressed in a tailored charcoal-gray suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean physique. Even from afar, his status was quite prominent, and he seemed to exude an air of timeless elegance.Now Camille felt even more estranged from him, like the gap between their worlds had grown much wider. It occurred to her, at this moment, that this was the first time she had seen him dress a
Suddenly, Camille’s head was filled with all sorts of thoughts.Thoughts that were popping out one by one, intrusive and penetrating, each coming with theories so wild that her mind was plunged into blankness for a moment.Her paranoia started acting up as soon as she struggled to keep rational.Could Michael be in communication with her parents? What if he told them that she was back in the city? What if he was meeting up with them right now and planning on what they should do with her?What if this was his response to her pushing him away so coldly that day?No… Michael couldn’t be that callous, right? He wouldn’t do her dirty like that. He wasn’t even close with her parents. Heck, he had never even met them before.‘But wait…’ Camille’s thoughts were running wild. ‘What if they had been doing a few business deals together over the years?’‘No, that doesn’t make sense. He mentioned on our first meeting that he barely even knew my brothers.’‘But they are only my brothers… He never m
“You refuse?” Christian repeated, though his tone didn’t seem to contain any anger. “Why?”“I can handle the workload,” Camille said simply. “I don’t need an assistant.”“Hmm. However, I have the authority and discretion to employ an assistant or additional support staff for you if I believe that the workload is constantly overwhelming,” he said thoughtfully. “It’s not an uncommon occurrence. After all, an assistant can help you manage your tasks and responsibilities. Isn’t it a good deal? Or is it the overtime pay that you’re looking for? If so, I can give you a raise.”Camille shook her head. “I don’t need a raise. I just want to work the way I always do. I don’t need any favors from you.”“Ah, so that’s it.” Christian’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. “You don’t want to be indebted to me in any way.”“I also prefer my environment to remain the same as much as possible,” Camille added calmly. “So I will have to politely refuse your offer.”“Hmm. Smart girl.” Christian shrugged b
Camille stared at the rows of jewelry before her, scowling.What in the world was that just now?Such a close-minded person. It was as though Christian Callahan really believed that all the women he had dated were the same as the rest.He sounded so sure of himself, too.Of course, being materialistic wasn’t always a bad thing. But there was such a thing as a limit and a boundary. The world wasn’t all black and white. There were layers to everything.The population was made up of several billion people. Of course not everyone was the same.Just as the way Christian Callahan was also different from the other male population.‘Like Noah…’ Camille couldn’t help but think, and she could feel her spirits dampening somewhat.It was no use. No matter how much she tried to forget about Michael and not think about him anymore, it didn’t work. Eventually, she would find her thoughts drifting back towards him.It was pitiful in a way. Why did she, a grown woman, keep thinking about a man and wis
As the days approached, nearing the date of the masquerade event, Camille was getting increasingly anxious. The text that she received from Michael a few nights ago didn’t help, either.First off, what did he mean by ‘see you soon’?Was he implying that he knew she was going to attend the masquerade event?Or maybe he was gonna pay her a surprise visit somewhere?It was too vague. She needed answers.She had an internal debate with herself that night whether she should reply to him or not.In the end, she decided not to and abided by her decision.If she was ever going to face him at the social event, then she had to prepare for all possibilities beforehand.‘As long as I avoid him at the party, I’ll be fine,’ Camille assured herself as she stood in front of the dresser mirror, drying off her hair.The days had flown by and now it was time. It was the day Christian planned to introduce her to his ‘friends’ and partners. Thanks to the mask, her identity would be hidden. Although it irr
To be honest, the moment she strode into the room, Christian felt this foreign feeling in his chest.She was beautiful.Not that he hadn’t found her pretty before, but right now, she was especially bewitching.Her eyelids were adorned with shimmering emerald eyeshadow that extended to create a subtle smoky effect, adding to the allure of her expression. Her long, dark lashes were lined with mascara, and a single emerald gem nestled in the corner of her right eye like a distant, shimmering star.With soft, arched eyebrows, she stared at him, her expression unusually vulnerable. She seemed a little nervous, and he couldn’t understand why that struck a chord in him.His eyes dropped to her lips, which were painted a velvety shade of rose-petal pink, a subtle yet seductive choice that balanced the boldness of her robes and mask. Delicate touches of rosy blush adorned her cheeks, complementing her flawlessly pale skin that tempted him to touch it.Before Christian could realize what he was
Camille sent him an unimpressed look.What kind of wording was that just now? Was he trying to make himself seem like an angelic gentleman?‘This devil incarnate is wearing sheep’s clothing but the disguise is just too lousy and obvious,’ she thought with a roll of her eyes.“I can handle myself,” she said coldly.For some reason, her response seemed to please Christian. “Ah, a fiercely independent woman, I see,” he remarked. “Just the way I like it.”Camille scowled.‘So infuriating!’When they finally arrived at the doors, Christian handed their invitations to the security guards. After a thorough check, they were allowed to pass.One of the butlers offered to take Camille’s hat and veil, so she agreed and handed them to him. The man also took both of their coats before gesturing for them to go inside.The moment Camille stepped into the hall, she felt her breath being taken away.The ballroom was huge. The walls were covered with silk tapestries depicting scenes from various eras,
‘What the hell is he doing?’ was the sole thought in Camille’s head at this very moment.Christian’s touch was surprisingly gentle. The pad of his thumb rubbed against the corner of her lips, as though wiping something away.“Are you even a lady?” he said with a tone of light disapproval. “You munched away so happily that you never even noticed these crumbs on your face. Have you not learned proper meal etiquette during your younger years?”The words processed inside Camille’s head for a moment before she, very slowly, grabbed his hand and put it down. It was fine when they were alone or at home, but they were at a public event now, so she couldn’t treat him with the same snark she usually did. She had to be careful with her actions from now on.“I apologize,” she gritted out, trying not to show the displeasure in her expression. “I will be more careful next time.”Christian smirked, knowing very well why she was suddenly being passive. “Good girl,” he praised, taking out a handkerchi
The girl was still staring at her, her back pressed against the wall and her hands clenched in tight fists.Camille took a few cautious steps towards her, and the girl flinched involuntarily.“S… Sorry,” the girl finally croaked, swallowing hard. Her wide eyes darted from Camille to the men on the ground. “I’m… you’re… I mean… thank you.”It was clear that she was struggling to remain calm, but failing.Camille’s features softened.It was then that Michael finally rushed up to her, slightly out of breath. His attention was entirely on Camille, not noticing the way the girl took a step back at his sudden presence.“My god,” Michael breathed out, looking a little ragged. “Camille, you—” Then, as though deciding against what he was about to say, he showed her his phone instead, probably deciding to say it later. “I called the cops. They’ll be here soon.”Camille nodded and turned back to the girl. “Let’s get you out of here, okay?” she said softly.The girl seemed to hesitate. “I… I don’
A young woman was pinned against the wall, her eyes wide and terrified as she trembled before the three men surrounding her.She looked so young, probably still in her teens. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and she was wearing a black hooded jacket, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Basically just casual clothes, with nothing about her standing out.One of the men had a hand over her mouth to muffle her whimpering. Another leaned in close and spoke to her in a sickly sweet tone, apparently taunting her about something.The third man stood a short distance away, probably acting as a lookout, but he seemed to be so involved in what was happening that he failed to see Camille lurking in the shadows.“Come on, sweetheart,” the man closest to the girl crooned. “You made things real hard for my buddy, you know? You think you can just walk away from us like that?”The girl squirmed, trying her best to push the man’s hand away from her mouth.But she didn’t have the strengt
“Hear what?” Michael asked, puzzled.When she didn’t reply and started wandering towards a certain direction, he paused and strained to listen.He really didn’t hear anything, but that was probably because he had been too distracted by Camille.Meanwhile, Camille moved towards the source of the noise, hearing it more clearly now. Maybe it was because of her self-defense lessons and her natural attentiveness to her surroundings, but she could usually pick up on small details that no other person would notice unless they were paying close attention.This time there was another sound, and it was like a low, threatening voice, followed by another scream that sounded even more desperate. They gradually faded, though, as if they were slowly receding.Camille couldn’t let them do that.She walked briskly until she spotted something. An alley. Of course. Alleys, especially dark, narrow ones like this, tended to drive people away out of caution and fear. Crime didn’t disappear in a big city li
Fortunately, when they arrived at the burger joint, no one recognized them or anything. Maybe they did a good job of looking and acting normal.They quickly found a booth in the corner, conveniently away from prying eyes.As they sat down, the familiar smell of grilled burgers and fries filled the air, bringing back a flood of memories.“This place has changed a bit, hasn’t it?” Camille said, marveling at the renovation of the building. Back then, it had been smaller and had dull colors for wallpaper.But now, the surroundings were vibrant, and it certainly looked bigger.Michael grinned. “It has. It’s been ages since we were last here.”They eagerly ordered their usual: cheeseburgers with fries and milkshakes. They didn’t usually eat like this, especially on weekdays, so it was like a nice treat after working so hard.Camille was especially excited. She had been upset earlier, especially after what had happened with Christian, but now all that was fading away in the back of her mind.
That last part was out of jest, Camille was sure. It made the corners of her lips threaten to tug upwards.She looked down at her clothes. She was still dressed in her business attire — a fitted blouse and a pencil skirt — and she was also wearing a long coat to stave off the cold. Summer was over now, so the nights were usually chilly.She felt around her pockets and touched the hat that she had hidden in one of them. It was a black beanie that she liked to wear whenever she wanted to hang around outside, but rarely had the occasion to do so because she was always so busy.Her thoughts soon wandered into an uncertain territory.Was it a good idea to have dinner with Michael so late?What if someone saw them?What if…While she was still pondering over what choice to make, another message from Michael came in.‘I thought we could go to that burger place that we used to go to back in high school. We could also get some snacks at the nearby food stalls if you want.’Camille blinked, her
When Camille ended the call, she leaned back against the bench, feeling the energy drain out of her.Now, all pretenses were gone. She closed her eyes and allowed herself a moment of peace, feeling the sensation of the evening breeze against her exposed skin.It was a cold night, but she didn’t really mind. The day’s events had taken a lot out of her, and she preferred to cool off rather than simmer in the heat of anger any longer.She could act strong, independent, and reliable in front of her brothers like the big sister that she was supposed to be, but once she was alone with nobody to display that mask to, she was a wreck. A mess of emotions. Someone who had developed a limit that grew shorter and shorter through time.Now, she was a woman who could barely control her anger and frustration, completely unlike the calm teenager she used to be. With these negative emotions making her mood fluctuate often, it made her feel like a shadow of who she once was.‘Since when have I become t
After shutting down the computer, Camille cast a glance at the closed door of Christian’s office and felt a grimace contort her features.He had gone home earlier before her, but that was only because he needed to get ready to entertain guests at his father’s mansion tonight. Maybe his relatives were coming to pay a visit, or maybe they were very important clients. Camille didn’t really care.At least she didn’t need to face him again later on. The thought of that kiss that he had forced upon her made her feel like gooseflesh were crawling up her skin. Not a pleasant sensation at all.Camille shook her head vehemently, as if that would help force the memory away.She refused to think about that dreadful incident anymore. If she continued to dwell on it, she would only end up tearing her hair out from anger and frustration.She had more important things to do than let herself sink into rage over Christian’s thoughtless actions.So, she packed her things and headed home.Since she worke
Camille didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to return to her desk without collapsing to the ground or stumbling in her steps.When she reached her chair, she immediately sank into it, feeling the hot vestiges of anger running all over her skin. It was as though lava was overflowing through several parts of her body, not yet evaporating into thin air.‘I need to calm down,’ she thought.When she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror on her desk, she was almost startled at what she saw.Her face was flushed, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her hair was also a little tousled in some angles.In short, she was a mess.She quickly turned away, unable to stomach the sight of herself.She felt so exhausted that she was already longing for the comfort of her bed back at home. To be away from all this confusing, chaotic mess. To slowly untangle all the knots in her mind and try to figure out what to do next.So much had happened in such a short time, and she wasn’t physically an
At first, Christian hadn’t planned to kiss her.He wasn’t an impulsive man, but in this particular situation, he found that the urge to do something reckless was quite strong.Not exactly a reckless move, per se, but one that came along with his irritation.It was just that, as he watched Camille’s expression and heard the subtle change in tone in her voice when it came to Michael, Christian felt a growing urgency inside of him that he couldn’t bear to ignore.He could feel it, that her heart was drifting towards another man, that her feelings were growing until they became a big part of her.He felt that time was running out and that if he didn’t act now, she might belong to him physically, but not emotionally.And he would never be able to make her heart waver in the slightest.And oddly enough, despite his pride in the fact that he was not the kind of man who would be carried away by his emotions, the thought of Camille never being able to be completely his unsettled him greatly.S