All Chapters of Craving my Dad's Billionaire BestFriend: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

 Camille's POV  I rose off the bed, feeling rather pleased with the happy smile on his face. His eyes were hooded as I drew closer, wrapping my arms around his neck.   "This is a surprise. I don't mind,"he murmured. His large hands gripped my waist as he lowered his head to mine.    We kissed, slow at first. He teased my mouth gently, soft and slow, parting my lips with his tongue. I hummed, leaning, melting against him. His mouth moved hungrily then, plundering every corner of my mouth. I could feel his hot wicked tongue move against mine. Our breathing grew harsh and heavy. His tongue flicked the roof of my mouth, and my knees wobbled.  I gripped his arm to steady myself, and he tightened his hold around my waist. His body pressed against mine, causing me to feel every ridge, every muscle, all of him, and it made me shudder and ache terribly. 

 Camille's POV  The blade of the knife pressed against my neck. My body rippled in fear.   Shit.   You're doomed now, Camille.   "Give me the phone," Alan ordered behind me, releasing his hold on my hair and yanking my phone out of my shaky hands.   "Alan, you need to calm down," I whispered, unable to hide the trembling in my voice.   I hadn't known he was faking his injuries. That meant the hospital was in on this. Or that the doctor in charge was at least.   Alan hauled my phone at the wall directly in front of me and I screamed watching it shatter.   "You maniac!"  "Shut the hell up!" He spat, pressing the blade against my skin until I was pretty sure it had nicked me.   

 Camille's POV  I stared at the device in my hand. It was one of the old phones I had used years ago and apparently, it still worked quite well.   I curled my lips in disgust, remembering what had happened to my phone.   Alan Johnson was lying about being sick. The doctors were in on the trick as well. It just made me wonder who else was involved in the whole scheme.   Who else, aside Victoria.   It was barely noon. I was curled up on my bed, waiting for Gavriel’s text. I wasn’t exactly happy that he had sent me off, but I figured he wanted some alone time with Nolan. That only made it harder to bear. I had to tell him about Nolan being all creepy.  Gav had been surprised to see him. That meant Nolan had somehow walked into the hospital without his father noticing. He might have arrive

 Gavriel's POV  "Can I get you hunks anything else?" The female bartender, a woman in her forties slid over the counter to us, tossing a wink.   I chugged down my glass of scotch and handed it over to her, tipping my head.   "How about another refill?"  "Another? Isn't that like your tenth one?"  "She's right, Donovan," Caldwell said, nudging my shoulders. "Ease up on the drinks,"  "Drink?" I scoffed. "It'll take at least fifty of that to get me drunk. The alcohol is watered down as fu-" "He'll have two glasses more and that's it," Caldwell interrupted, giving the bartender one of his winning smiles.   We had stumbled on this bar during our college days. Cheap alcohol. A place to sit and talk. There was something about it that kept me coming whenever we we

 Gavriel's POV  Camille mumbled something in her sleep, burying her face deeper into her pillow and I smiled at the adorable sight. What could my kitten be dreaming about?   I leaned back in my chair, sighing with contentment while my eyes ran over her body. Her hair was splayed behind her, all over the pillow. She faced me, lying on her side.   I hadn't meant to watch her like some obsessive creep. But I had woken up earlier to use the bathroom, and Camille had to be the eighth wonder of the world. I couldn't fucking look away.   Not with half her body sticking out of the covers.  Her lips were slightly parted, the sweet pink bows, full as ever. And soft. Soft and pliant and willing.   And so fucking delicious.  I could feel my body slowly stir awake, pushing for more. We had to return to New York t