He Gave His Wife To His Best Friends

Camille's POV"You can't sleep either?" I jumped at Kieran's voice, spinning around from the kitchen counter where I'd been staring at the glass of water in my hand.The clock on the microwave read 2:47 AM. He stood in the doorway wearing only sleep pants, his chest bare and his hair messy from lying down. "I'm fine," I lied. "I was just thirsty.""Right. That's why you've been standing there for ten minutes without drinking anything." He moved into the kitchen, and suddenly the space felt too small. "We need to talk about tonight.""There's nothing to talk about." I set the glass down, preparing to leave. "Vincent made an inappropriate suggestion. End of discussion.""Inappropriate?" Kieran laughs. "Your husband is trying to save your marriage.""By offering me to his friends like some kind of party favor?""By admitting he can't give you what you need." He closed the distance between us until I had to tilt my head back to maintain eye contact. "When's the last time someone touched y

Camille's POV"Camille, are you in there?” Kieran asked, standing outside my bedroom door.I'd been crying for the past hour, curled up on my bed with the thought of Vincent's plea. Thirty days to choose. As if any of this made sense."Go away," I managed and yelled a bit, but my voice broke on the words.The door opened anyway. Kieran stepped inside and closed it behind him, he was genuinely looking concerned."What happened?" He crossed the room and sat on the edge of my bed. "Did Vincent finally explain the choosing stuff to you?""He gave me a deadline." I sat up, wiping at my cheeks. "Thirty days to choose between you and Nikolai. Like I'm shopping for a new car.""That's not what this is." Kieran's hand found mine, his thumb stroking my knuckles. "He's just trying to help.""By forcing me to pick which of his friends I want to sleep with?" I asked laughing bitterly. "How is that helping?""Because you're miserable." He shifted closer, his free hand coming up to cup my face. "You

Camille's POVI didn't sleep. How could I after watching Vincent stand, after hearing him confess this entire nightmare was some twisted loyalty test? Morning light filtered through the bedroom curtains, and I'd spent the entire night replaying every moment since Kieran and Nikolai arrived. Vincent wheeled into the bedroom around eight, his face carefully neutral. "We need to talk.""You think?" I stayed on the bed, refusing to make this easier for him. "About which part? The part where you've been lying about your recovery, or the part where you pimped me out to test my devotion?" "Don't use that word." His jaw tightened. "I gave you permission to find happiness since I couldn't provide it." "Permission." I laughed bitterly. "You gave me permission to betray my vows so you could what, collect evidence? Feel morally superior when you divorce me?""That's not what this was about." He wheeled closer, and I noticed how easily he maneuvered. How strong his arms looked. "I needed to know

Camille's POVKieran lifted me onto the desk, papers scattering as he positioned himself between my thighs. His hands slid under my dress while mine worked at his belt. This was insane, doing this in Vincent's study, but maybe that was the point. Maybe I was finally taking control of something in this mess."Camille." Kieran broke the kiss, breathing hard. "Are you sure?""Shut up." I pulled him back down, tired of talking, tired of thinking.His hands were everywhere, and I arched into his touch. We were seconds from going too far when voices echoed from the hallway. Kieran froze, his eyes meeting mine in panic."—just need to grab something from the study." Vincent's voice, getting closer.We scrambled off the desk. Kieran shoved papers back into drawers while I straightened my dress and tried to look casual. There was a coat closet in the corner of the study. I grabbed Kieran's hand and pulled him inside just as the door handle turned.The closet was tiny, barely enough room for bo

Camille's POVShe left as dramatically as she'd arrived, leaving destruction in her wake. Nikolai and I stood in silence, both processing what had just happened."Is it true?" I finally asked after almost 2 minutes. "About her affair?""Yes." He sank back into his chair. "I came home early from a business trip and found them together. We fought, I left. That was six months ago.""Why didn't you tell me you were married?" The betrayal felt layered now. Vincent, Kieran, and now Nikolai, all keeping secrets."Because it's complicated." He looked up at me, his expression tortured. "Rachel and I, we weren't some love story. Our marriage was arranged by our families for business purposes. I thought I could make it work, but she never loved me. And I never loved her.""That doesn't excuse lying to me." I moved toward the door, needing space."Wait." Nikolai grabbed my wrist. "There's more you need to know. About why I'm really here. About my connection to Vincent.""I don't want to hear it."