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In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~The Girl He Outgrew
"You came."He said it like he hadn't expected me to. Like he hadn't been the one to send the message.I had read it four times before leaving the house. Meet me at the gathering. We need to talk. I had stood in front of my mirror for twenty minutes after reading them, convincing myself that the cold feeling in my stomach was nerves and not something more honest. I convinced myself that it had nothing to do with me and that his distance these past weeks was stress and pressure and the weight of an alpha heir's responsibilities closing in.I was good at convincing myself of things."You asked me to come," I said."I know." He wasn't looking at me properly. His eyes kept moving to the crowd, to the tree line, to the ground just left of my feet. Everywhere except my face. "I just wasn't sure you would."The gathering moved around us like water around stone. I heard laughter somewhere to our left. I noticed her before I let myself notice her.She was standing thirty feet away, near the el
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~entielted~
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. ~Baffled~
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. ~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. ~It's Thursday~
CHAPTER EIGHTYCamille's POV The light had barely touched the curtains when the phone buzzed.I was already half awake, the way I had been most of the night, skating the surface of sleep without going under properly. I reached for the phone with the automatic dread that had become my first morning
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Author Note~
To all my readers who have come this far, I want to say a very big thank you. Thank you for not dropping the book, thank you for adding to library and thank you for not getting bored with Adrien and Camille 🤭 🌸 You all don't know how happy it makes me 🥹 Please stick to Camille and Adrien's st
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Princess Persuasion~
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVENCamille's POVI'd just finished giving Noe his bath and was in the kitchen preparing a light lunch when I heard footsteps on the stairs."Camille! We're ready!" Noe's voice rang out with excitement.I turned from the counter and froze.Adrien and Noe descended the stairs togethe
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~The Cold Mask Returns~
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIXAdrien's POVI stood in the bathroom with my forehead pressed against the closed door, breathing like I'd just run a marathon.What the hell had I almost done?My hands were shaking. They were actually shaking. I, who performed delicate cardiac surgeries with rock-steady precision
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