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In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Half Past Midnight~
It became a pattern. That was the thing about Adrien, the way everything he did had a structure to it, a consistency that was not accidental, built from the same deliberate architecture he applied to everything in his life. The check-ups came every three days now instead of the three-week intervals Dr. Rousseau had prescribed, and I did not argue about this because arguing required a reason and every reason I constructed dissolved when I was actually in the room with him and his hands were actually on my stomach and the lamp was doing what it did and the door was closed. Three days. Like clockwork. Each time the same sequence: blood pressure, stethoscope, positioning, his hands on the curve of my stomach with the clinical purpose that lasted exactly as long as it lasted and then became something else, something that neither of us named and neither of us stopped. His hands would still. The quality of the touch would shift from assessment into something that had no medical category. My
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~The Message~
Camille's POVDinner was surprisingly easy.After Noe's nap, he'd woken up energized again, demanding to help me cook. We'd made pasta together, with Noe standing on his stool beside me, stirring the sauce with intense concentration while telling me more dinosaur facts.Adrien had joined us in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a glass of wine, watching us work with an expression I couldn't quite read. Not quite the Ice King. Something softer. Almost peaceful.Now we sat at the dining table together, the three of us, eating the pasta that Noe proudly announced he'd made "mostly by himself.""The garlic isn't even burned!" he declared. "Camille showed me how to watch it carefully so it doesn't turn brown.""That's an important skill," Adrien said seriously. "I clearly have much to learn.""You really do, Papa. Your garlic is always brown. Sometimes black.""Thank you for that assessment."I laughed, and Noe grinned at me, clearly proud of his comedic timing."And sometimes,"
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Don't Try To Resist Me~
I walked slowly. His hands at my waist were steady and certain, adjusting my direction with the minimal pressure of someone who knew exactly where they were taking me and saw no reason to make it complicated. We moved along the path and I felt the sun shift on my face as we turned and the rose smell deepened slightly. *God, why does his touch feel like this?* My skin burned under the fabric of my coat even though his hands were nowhere near bare skin. Every small shift of his fingers sent sparks racing up my spine. I was supposed to be looking for a silly flower crown, not hyper-aware of how large and warm his palms felt wrapped around my waist. "Why," he said, close to my ear again, "are you doing this?""Elodie," I said."That explains very little.""She made a flower crown and decided I should find it blindfolded. It seemed easier to participate than to argue." I paused. "She usually wins arguments.""So do I," he said. "And yet here I am.""Here you are," I agreed."Guiding my
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Isabella Knows~
I was still sitting at the table when I heard her footsteps coming back.I had not moved. The dessert was still untouched and the dining room was still warm and I had been sitting in the particular stillness of someone who has been handed a thought they cannot put down, turning it over and over with the focused attention of someone searching for the angle that made it less significant than it felt.He came back different.I heard Isabella in the hallway, the unhurried movement of someone who had forgotten something or had not forgotten anything and had simply decided to come back. She appeared in the doorway with her wine glass and her easy composure and looked at me still sitting at the table and did not appear surprised."You didn't move," she said."I was thinking.""Yes." She came back into the room and sat down, not in her previous seat but in the one closer to me, Noé's seat, and she set her wine down and looked at me with the direct warmth that was entirely her own register, no
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~More Tension~
I walked slowly. His hands at my waist were steady and certain, adjusting my direction with the minimal pressure of someone who knew exactly where they were taking me and saw no reason to make it complicated. We moved along the path and I felt the sun shift on my face as we turned and the rose smell deepened slightly. *God, why does his touch feel like this?* My skin burned under the fabric of my coat even though his hands were nowhere near bare skin. Every small shift of his fingers sent sparks racing up my spine. I was supposed to be looking for a silly flower crown, not hyper-aware of how large and warm his palms felt wrapped around my waist. "Why," he said, close to my ear again, "are you doing this?""Elodie," I said."That explains very little.""She made a flower crown and decided I should find it blindfolded. It seemed easier to participate than to argue." I paused. "She usually wins arguments.""So do I," he said. "And yet here I am.""Here you are," I agreed."Guiding my
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Tension~
We sat in the last of the afternoon and talked the way we had always talked, the easy comprehensive way of two people who had accumulated enough shared history that the conversation could move anywhere without requiring a map. She told me about her nursing rotation, a difficult week with a patient whose family had complicated everything, the kind of story that required no advice and simply needed to be told to someone who would understand it. I listened properly, the way you listened when you had been inside your own head for too long and someone else's life was a relief.At the end of the afternoon she walked me to the car.Adrien was already there, leaning against it with his phone, not impatiently. Just waiting.Elodie hugged me with her whole self, the way she always did, nothing held back."I mean it about calling," she said into my shoulder. "Both when things are bad and when they are not. I want the full version.""I know," I said. "I'm sorry for the silence."She pulled back
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Doctor Adrien To the Rescue~
Chapter Twenty Five.Camille's POVThe first thing I felt was pain.Not the dull, constant ache I'd been living with, but sharp pain. I felt it in my arm where something was taped. I felt it in my throat that felt raw and burned and finally in my stomach that cramped and protested.I was alive.The
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Pills In The Dark~
Chapter Twenty FourThe hotel room was even worse than the last one.It was smaller and darker. The kind of place where the wallpaper peeled in strips and the bed creaked with every breath. But it was cheap, thirty euros a night, and I had exactly ninety euros left to my name after buying the pills
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Standing Ground For The First Time~
Chapter Twenty Three.Something inside me snapped.Not broke…snapped. Like a rubber band stretched too far, finally giving way. All the years of bending, of making myself smaller, of swallowing their cruelty and calling it love…it all released at once.I straightened my spine."No," I said.The sin
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Begging At The Family Door~
Chapter Twenty Two.I had nowhere else to go.That's what I kept telling myself as I stood outside Uncle Bernard's house three days after signing the divorce papers. My money was gone. The hotel had kicked me out that morning when I couldn't pay for another night. Everything I owned was crammed int
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