All Chapters of Craving my Dad's Billionaire BestFriend: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

 Camille's POV "Miss-" "No, I won't be taking that jerk's car," I shunned Dane, my driver and walked out of the building. I would rather walk.   What right did he have to sulk? I would handle it. Jordan was just being crazy. I'd find a few wads of cash, hand it over to him and he would forget all about the ten million.  And be back in two weeks, my mind taunted. I scoffed , marching down the street, trying to clear my head. I would call a cab sometime soon, but first, first I needed to stop feeling so damned guilty.   If Gav hadn't pushed I wouldn't have yelled at him.   But he was only trying to help.   I had seen the concern on his face and yet I had acted like a total bitch to him.   "And now I'm mad because he's acting like a total bitch to me too

 Gavriel's POV I dialed Caldwell's number immediately.   "I saw it. You're not paying a dime."  "What the hell am I supposed to do? I can't let him hurt Camille," he sounded stricken.   Ten million dollars. Was that why Camille had looked so sad? Someone was blackmailing her. Possibly that Jordan. It made sense why she felt afraid and had lashed out at me instead.   And what had I done?  I had iced her out. Fuck. I grabbed a handful of my hair, trying to quell the agitation that had my blood boiling.    She hadn't called or texted because she hadn't been able to. How could she have when some bastard had tied her up to a chair- how long had she been that way?   "We'll track him down," I hissed, striding into my office.   

 Camille's POV "Get enough rest and drink plenty of water," The doctor urged, tapping on the file in her hands with a pen.    "I know Doc, you've said that in the past week," I groaned. "It's just a few bruises. I've been fine like three days ago."  "Well this isn't on me, young lady," Doctor Abby scoffed, a playful grin on her face. "Your dad and uncle made it specifically clear that all your bruises had to be healed before you're discharged. I'm not about to lose my job."  Gav wasn't my uncle. I would tell her that but then I would have a lot of other explanations to do. I would rather not go down that road.   "You're the professional, you should be able to help your patient's when their family members go all crazy!" I groaned. "I'm tired of this place. It stinks of disinfectant every single time."  Abby rolle

 Gavriel's POV Puppies. Thorns. Salt. Tits. Camille's tits. Pale Ivory skin with cherry red nipples and I wanted so badly to wrap my mouth around it and taste them.    I tried to tear my gaze off her full breasts and look her in the face, but she looked so hurt, I'd rather just stare at her beautiful breasts.    Why had I buttoned them up? Now I couldn't see her nipples- what the hell was wrong with me?  "Gav?"  "You need time to heal, Camille,"  She looked at me like I was crazy.   And perhaps I was. I had almost lost her to some jackass who kidnapped her. She had passed out when we rushed her to the hospital. She hadn't heard a doctor ramble on about several issues that could have happened if I hadn't gotten her there as quickly as I did.    I had b

 Camille's POV "Oh my god, oh my god," I panted, hanging off the edge of the jacuzzi, struggling to catch my breath. "That was, that was amazing,"  "Good," he murmured, placing butterfly kisses on my shoulders as he withdrew the dildo from my pussy. I gasped when he shoved it back in my ass.   "Gav?"  He chuckled darkly, "I'm not done with you, Camille."  "Gav I don't think I can take anymore," I said, glancing over my shoulder to see him get rid of his briefs. My mouth watered and I licked my lips, wetting them. "Okay, maybe I can,"  I felt parched as hell. I hadn't seen Gav's cock in weeks. I should be parched. The lovely bronze skin pulled taut with all those veins roping around it. That wide girth that my hands could barely wrap around. That pink, glistening head. It was monstrous.