LOGINCamille paced around the living room, her hands twisting the hem of her dress while her mind churned with worry.First, Dr. Angela had come with the bad news, and now it was all over the news, in every channel and every social media outlet.Lumina Group's products had been linked to a death. A man had died... the reports said. The headlines screamed it in bold, and the news anchors rattled off facts and speculation."Breaking news: A man has died under mysterious circumstances after using a drug called Luminol from the Lumina Group... police are investigating..."But none of these news outlets had revealed the dead man's identity, and that has Camille on edge. What if it was an important person? This could cause Lumina Group a court case and unending backlash.She could already see how it would all affect Pierce and didn't want any of that for him. People would definitely boycott not just drugs from Lumina Med, but other products from Lumina Group.She stared at the door intensely, wi
"If I'm to understand you, you want me to investigate Camille's father's murder?" Alex asked slowly, leaning back against his couch."Yes," Pierce answered simply, his voice calm.Alex tilted his head, studying him as if he wasn’t sure Pierce was serious. He knew there had been a bit of a change in his friend's heart, but still… involving himself in Camille's family clash wasn’t like Pierce.To him, Pierce had always been a selfish bastard."Why do you want to look into her father's death?""I just told you the detective my father hired is dead. It just doesn’t sit well with me that Camille is surrounded by too many deaths. If this case is dangerous, I don’t want her anywhere near it. And I want it solved, and fast!" Pierce grumbled, his fingers clenching.He had Timothy do a little side investigation, and from it all he could tell that if Camille dug deeper, the detective wouldn’t be the only one who turned up dead."Fine, I understand your motive. But why me? I thought Timothy was a
Camille slid into the seat next to Pierce on the yacht, her fingers brushing his as she adjusted her new dress.He had clothes ready for them, and now she couldn't help but think that what he had done at the jet ski was all preplanned. He wanted to fuck her recklessly, out there in the open, while still keeping control.Her cheeks reddened at the thought, and she shook her head quickly. Fuck, what are you turning me into, Pierce Landon? I have a million things to worry about, and yet, all I think of..."You thinking about earlier?" Pierce's voice cut through her thoughts, his gaze amused.Camille looked away, her cheeks burning hotter. "I'm not," she denied.Pierce grinned, his eyes staying on her. He could tell she was lying, but before he could tease her more, their lunch arrived.Fresh seafood and chilled wine.Camille's eyes lit up as the waiter placed their food on the table. She immediately dug in, savoring the flavors.The yacht glided smoothly over the water, the sun warm on h
Camille's lips parted as she took in the rows of bright jet skis lined up by the water. She turned to Pierce, who was grinning from ear to ear. "I think this should be the right moment to tell you… I don't know how to ride a jet ski."Pierce stared at her, shocked. "You don't?"Camille nodded. "I've never ridden one before. Not even once.""We'll go on one. Then, you won't have anything to be afraid of." He smiled at her reassuringly.Her steps slowed. “Nah, I'm not getting on any of those things.”Pierce chuckled, squeezing her hand as he pulled her closer. "Come on, Camille. We came here to have fun. It would be a waste if we don't. Besides, you were the one who wanted to explore.""I do want to explore, but not to my own death." She glared at him."Alright, fine." He faked a sad smile. "We should leave then.""Thank you. Let's do that.""Yeah, we should do that." He grinned, throwing an arm around her neck. "We should return to the hotel and continue our…" His mouth found her ear a
Camille lay on her back, holding her phone up in the air with one hand, her crimson hair spread out on the pillow, the soft hotel sheets tangled around her legs.She smiled warmly at her son's face on the screen, his big, curious eyes staring back at her."Mummy, why aren't you home yet?" Elian asked, his voice small but full of innocence. "It's been three days, Mummy."She adjusted her position slightly, the silk of her nightwear brushing against her bare skin. "Oh, baby," she said softly, "Daddy and I have something important to do. We'll be back soon, okay?"She wasn't lying—they did have something to do. Pierce, in particular, hadn't left her any breathing space. All she had to do was walk in front of him, and he would not only grab her by the ass, but the next thing she knew... she was underneath him, begging for mercy.Perhaps it was because of the sexual tension that had shrouded them for so long, but she could tell his lips weren't done exploring her body.So much for looking
Pierce lay beside Camille, his nose buried in her hair, while his arms wrapped tightly around her body.His cock was still buried in her, pulsing faintly... not fully down.He traced lazy circles on her bare hip, his touch possessive yet tender. The room still smelled of sex, their sweat clinging to the sheets.Lifting his head from her hair, he gazed at her softly, a slow smile curving his lips.This moment-this very moment-was something he wished to wake up to every morning. He wouldn't have to look far; she would be next to him, resting in his arms. She'd finally accepted him, and he would do anything not to ruin the beginning of something beautiful.He watched as her chest rose and fell in slow exhausted rhythm. He wished to have her again, to turn her over and bury himself inside her, but...Perhaps he shouldn't chase her away with his insatiable lust. Just for today, he wouldn't trouble her."We should clean up," Pierce murmured, his hand sliding over her.Camille groaned softl






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