All Chapters of Craving my Dad's Billionaire BestFriend: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Camille's POV  I was up before four am.  My bedroom had a large window and I'd often drag a chair and sit there by the window sill, staring into nothing.   What was there to see in Silicon Valley aside from the ridiculously pretty buildings? Perhaps a lot more but I couldn't care less.   I had seen them all. With my father. And staying at the sight made me lonelier by the minute.   My phone pinged with a text. It was on the bed and it felt yards away. It was probably just a notification from an app or something. Another ping had me moving with a groan.   Who was it? It was barely four in the morning and it better not be Harley grinding on my neck, whining about all the tasks I had ahead of myself. I had spent a week as CEO of Caldwell Industries and frankly, I had my work cut out for me.  It

Gavriel's POV  "Good morning, Mr Donovan!" I considered turning around, stepping back on the elevator, and never coming back to work. Anything to avoid the annoying pitchy voice that just filled my ears.   "I hope you had a lovely night,"  I dragged a hand down my face, glaring at my new assistant.    "Henry, what did I say about your voice?"  "It's Harry, sir," He said in a lower tone, thankfully. "And you told me you didn't want to hear my voice unless I was doing my job." "Good, keep that in mind or you won't last longer than those before you," I grumbled, marching past him into my office.  The large desk had never looked more gloomier. I was a practical man. Workplaces weren't supposed to be fun, they were supposed to be functional and stuff like that.   &n

Camille's POV  "Why are you here?" I grumbled, walking past her to take my seat. Because of the large number of stakeholders, the boardroom was built differently.   It was more like a hall with a platform. As CEO, I sat on the platform with a few chairs flunking my side and a table before me while facing several tens of chairs before me where the investors sat.  Harley walked behind me, dropped on a chair beside me, looking rather pleased for someone whom I had fired.   "Helping the company out," She shrugged.   "You were fired,"  She laughed. "I didn't get the documents cementing that, so I'd say I still pretty much remain COO. Besides, if you're going to win them over, you need me. Who do you think convinced them all to come?"  I glanced at the unsmiling faces of the investors. Even Gavr

 Camille's POV  I watched Gavriel walk out and heaved a sigh of relief when the elevator moved up to the top floor. If he had stayed a minute longer, I could have given in to the crazy urge to touch his face.   He had shaved this morning. I could smell the aftershave when he pinned me against the wall and I'd been hooked.   It was shameful being turned on by the man suspected to have killed your father. But how could I help it? Gav was the only man who made my insides melt and quiver at the same time.   When he'd grabbed my jaw, all I could think about was dropping on my knees, prying at his zipper until...  The elevator doors opened.  I pressed my thighs together as I wobbled to my office, trying to ease the ache that grew between them. I hadn't seen Gav in a while. I hadn't been touched, kissed, pinned down

 Camille's POV  I sat in my office, sobbing in my seat. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I didn't bother fighting or hiding them. I deserved to cry dammit. No one worked harder than I did in the past four weeks.   I had to juggle my duties as CEO and still work in all the departments as any other worker would. I stressed so hard every night to brainstorm new ways to make working better for everyone.   "I did everything I could," I sobbed, placing my head on the desk, feeling exhausted. "What do they want from me, Dad? I did everything. I am so tired. I am so tired Dad."  The door handle to my office turned but it didn't budge open. I had locked it because I wasn't sure I could face anyone at the moment.   And I was feeling low. I needed a good cry. I would figure out what to do later, but now, all I wanted was a hug from my dad.