The soft blanket of snow muffled the sound of their footstep as Camille and the young man walked away from the alley, leaving behind the thugs who were still writhing in pain and struggling to recover from the sudden and intense counterattack. As they strolled, the young man turned to Camille with a look of awe, his eyes shining with admiration. "Where did you learn to fight like that?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. "That was incredible! Thanks for saving my life, by the way. I'm Damien." He extended his hand in gratitude, but Camille brushed past it, barely acknowledging him with a glance and leaving his hand hanging in mid-air. "I know who you are," she replied curtly, her tone devoid of warmth or enthusiasm. Of course, she knew who he was. Who in Forêt-Bleue didn't know the Prime Minister's notorious son, Damien Christophe—The nation's "Merman"? The media and public had given him that awful title after he had dominated every swimming competi
"YOU'LL DO IT?!" Damien's voice rang with excitement. "YOU'LL BE MY BODY GUARD?!" Camille cringed inwardly as his exclamation drew the attention of the people at the nearby tables. Even though there were just a handful of people in the café, she wished the floor could just open at that moment and swallow her up. Why the hell was he being so loud? It had taken almost a week to make up her mind and contact him about her decision, but now she was beginning to reconsider it all. "That's exactly what I said in my text," Camille replied as calmly as possible. "That's great!" He said, flashing her toothy smile. "But what made you change your mind? If I can recall pretty well, you vehemently declined my offer. You said you wouldn't be my bodyguard even if you had a gun to your head. What changed your mind?" His smile widened and his face morphed into an expression of mischief. "You couldn't resist my good looks, could you?" Camille didn't respond to his cheeky
Ever since Chloe found her son, she'd been in a world of her own, thinking that she could regain her rightful place in Cedric's heart and as his wife. However, when the paternity test came back negative, her whole world crumbled to dust. AGAIN! And of course, there was no one she could blame for all the misfortune happening to her, other than that lowlife slut who had appeared into their lives and turned it upside down. The sound of Chloe's angry breaths was almost rhythmic as her flaring eyes shot lasers at Juniper, who was strolling down the hall with her son, looking carefree. "Look at her, being all happy and cheerful, after turning my life into a living hell," she hissed under her breath, each syllable coated with bitterness. Her father had filled her in on the entire story. He'd shared every single detail about how they'd discovered her son living in a well-refined orphanage in Paris. According to the manager, the orphanage had been facing eviction from their p
"Welcome to the Forêt-Bleue Swimming Team Training Center," Damien announced, spreading his arms in a dramatic gesture. Camille sighed inwardly as she adjusted the strap of his sports bag, hanging so painful on one of her shoulders. She wondered what on earth he'd loaded in the damned bag to make it so heavy. And even more, she wondered why she was carrying it in the first place. It was only five days since she began to work for him and it already felt like a decade's worth of her lifetime had been sapped away. "Why does it seem so empty, though?" Camille asked, gazing around as they made their way towards the swimming pool. "Because it's the winter break, Camille!" Came his concise answer. But Camille was still skeptical. "Are you sure we're allowed to be in here?" "Of course. I've got the Head Coach's approval," Damien said snappily and with a hint of arrogance. "I'm the nation's merman after all. I've proven my abilities time and again— and my reputation speaks for it
[THE ROYAL PALACE] It was way past dinner time and Juniper was nowhere to be found. Cedric scanned through the palace in search of her, at least to be certain she was within the protective walls of the palace, but. . . no sign of her. She usually never stayed out this late especially when she didn't have Hector with her. She'd always come back on time for dinner and tuck their son in. So, where the hell was this woman by 11:23 pm? He still had no idea where she went almost every day, considering she was unemployed and only showed up at B. Frangrance when there was a board meeting. And even though he wanted to ask so badly, he couldn't bring himself to pose the question. Because that would be prying into her private life and he had no rights to do that. To be honest, he was worried sick that something might have happened to her. Though he knew he was probably overreacting, he couldn't shake off the nasty feeling. Juniper was a capable adult, more than able to take care of her
Juniper wasn't drunk. She'd barely even finished the fifth glass of the wine that Dylan had brought from his cellar. She'd just been acting to stop Dylan from making her chug more than she could handle. No one needed to tell her it was a mistake being actually drunk in the same space with that wily fox. Also, she'd purposely called Cedric over to Dylan's house— with two good reasons: One, to get her out of Dylan's house before she was forced to share a bed with that scum. And most importantly, to make Cedric insanely jealous. Ever since Chloe hurt her leg, she'd used her injury as leverage to snag his attention to the extent that Juniper was starting to lose her grip on him. She knew he still had lingering feelings for her, even though he tried his damnedest to hide it, and making him jealous was the only way to put him back on track. Nothing gladdened her soul more than seeing him this way, consumed by jealousy and fury, and she had every intention of fanning th
Juniper wasn't sure how they made it to the Crown Prince's Chamber but once there she realized it didn't matter, all she cared about was making crazy love with this old flame of hers. Cradled in his strong arms, Juniper entwined her legs around his hip, anchoring herself in place as he subjected her lips to an endless series of fierce and hungry kisses. Her whole body had no choice but to surrender to the urgent pressure of his lips, flaring in response as if set ablaze by an ardent desire. She didn't want to admit it, but after that sensual night in Paris, she'd longed to be kissed, touched, and penetrated to the core by this man. And she intended to get all of those today. Finally, Cedric set her feet on the ground, noticing how her legs wobbled like jelly and how reluctant she was to detach her lips from his—not that he was complaining. In fact, he felt a triumphant kick of pleasure surging through him knowing that she wasn't completely immune to him. She wanted
As a good girl with a good head on her shoulders, Juniper sucked Cedric's erection real good, slurping nonstop and keeping her eyes locked on him to capture every single reaction he made. At first, her pace was slow and lazy, but with greater excitement came a heightened tempo. . . and she gagged on him faster and deeper, just as much as her small mouth could allow. Her body begged to be touched— especially the swollen bud at her sweet cunt. It throbbed so bad that she couldn't bear it anymore. Slipping her trembling fingers down the waistband of her trousers, she greeted her clits, alleviating its craving with delightful manipulations, until she felt pleasure spread across her body like wildfire. And soon after, she was shuddering from its gratifying effect. Everything she did drove Cedric crazy. The way she sucked him so well, the way her golden eyes remained hooked on his, the way her scrumptious boobs bounced in rhythm to her movement, the way she touched herself, the