All Chapters of Craving my Dad's Billionaire BestFriend: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

 Camille's POV "So, what is it going to be, darling?"  You already know what it will be, you sick bastard! I couldn't yell that at him as badly as I wanted to.   He had backed me into a corner. Lunch with him? Lunch meant he would stick around for a while longer, and it would be impossible to shake him off.   Saying no to him meant much worse things.   I swallowed before speaking. "Yeah, sure. Lunch sounds fine."  "Woohoo!" He cheered, placed a kiss on my forehead, then stepped away with a fat grin on his face.   For a second, he looked normal. A normal young man getting what he wanted after all.   But I would not be fooled again. Nolan was not normal. And before lunch tomorrow, I had to figure out a way to let him down slowly.  

Camille's POV  Nolan had his car parked right before the entrance to my building. When I walked out of the reception room, he was standing by the car, a wide smile on his face. I wanted to smack it off.   My swollen eyes and busted lip weren't so obvious thanks to Bethany. But the e bastard had to know what he had done to me because he looked mighty pleased with himself.   "My lady," He grinned, stretching a handout.   I glared at the limb for a moment before slipping my hand into his. Being difficult would get me nowhere. It would most likely get me pummeled in his car. And I would rather the police handled him. The only weapon I had in my bed was pepper spray and a pen knife.   "Thank you," I muttered when he pulled the door open so I could step in.   "You're welcome," He chuckled, slipping in the drive

Camille's POV  A scratching sound had me wide awake in the middle of the night. I gripped my covers, staring up at the ceiling in fear.  What was that?   Nolan? Was he trying to get inside the house again?   The sound grew louder, I couldn't figure out if it was just an illusion or if it was real. I was too afraid to glance at the window where the sound was coming from. It was bolted shut. So I stayed still in bed, frozen with fear.   I could still feel every hit, every smack on the face. And just yesterday, I had the horror of seeing him break into my house.   I mean, come on! Just how relentless could a man be? There was a restraining order on him for goodness sake and that was because he had wiggled out of jail time.   Whoever his lawyer was, I hoped he or she rot in hell. The

Gavriel's POV  "The line you're calling isn't available at the moment,"  My grip tightened on the phone and my teeth grinded against each other. Busy? I knew damn well that Camille wasn't busy. She was ignoring my calls.   Again.   The last time we spoke was over a week ago. She had ignored my texts, ignored my calls. All I got were reports that she was fine. That was all.   Well until this morning.  I'd woken up to see headlines of my woman with another man. And it wasn't just any man, it was Chad.   Chad fucking Martins.   That was the man Caldwell had wanted her to marry and I was sure he wasn't an awful person. But it irked the hell out of me knowing that the entire world thought so too.    I called Camille again.  

Camille's POV  I gave my hair one final curl and stared at my reflection feeling pretty good about myself. I hadn't given myself a good makeover in a while.   I had my hair curled into ringlets. After two years of curling my hair in college, I had the art of curling down to perfection. I had a light dusting of foundation and powder on my face and for the final touch, a dash of red lipstick.  With a pretty red dress to match, I knew I looked gorgeous. Perhaps it was a bit diabolical, however, using Chad in this manner. He was pretty good to have as a friend. I had never thought we would even be friends, I didn't exactly like him back then.   But after getting to know him, he was a pretty sweet guy with an amazing sense of humor. I took one final look at my outfit and sighed. He had sounded so damned excited when I asked if he would like to go on a date with me.