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In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Half Past Midnight~
Chapter Ninety-NineIt 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 m
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Five Months~
Neither of us moved toward the door.That was the part I kept returning to afterward, lying in bed that night staring at the ceiling with the lamp still on because turning it off required a decision I had not gotten around to making. Neither of us had moved toward the door. We had stood in that room with the lamp and the closed door and the day sitting between us and we had looked at each other and neither of us had moved toward the door.He had been the one to break it eventually.Not with anything significant. Just a slight shift of his weight, a fractional withdrawal of whatever had been present in his eyes for those few minutes, and he had said 'rest tonight' in the rougher version of his voice that arrived sometimes without apparent intention, and he had opened the door and I had walked through it and that had been that.Except that it had not been that at all and we both knew it and neither of us was saying so.*****************Three days later he knocked on my door before brea
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Neither Of Us Moved Through The Door~
Chapter Ninety-SevenHe was breathing. I could feel that, the movement of his chest against my back, and the breathing was not steady. It had the specific ragged quality of something that had passed through the body too fast to be processed yet, the aftermath of movement that had been pure reflex and was now catching up with the rest of him.He did not let go.The grip was iron, both arms now, and I was pressed fully against him and neither of us was moving and the lake continued its mild indifferent glittering and somewhere behind us Noé's butterfly pursuit went briefly silent.Adrien turned me.His hands moved from my waist to my shoulders and he turned me to face him with a controlled force that was not rough and was not gentle and was entirely focused, and I looked up at his face and found something there that I had not seen before in quite this configuration. Not the careful cold. Not the managed distance. Something underneath all of that, raw and specific, the fury of someone wh
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Bois De Boulogne~
CHAPTER NINETY-SIXCamille's POV~The Next Day~~Isabella had described it as breathing room."Everyone in this apartment is wound so tight," she had said at breakfast, with the particular directness of a woman who had known her brother long enough to say true things to his face without flinching. "A picnic. Fresh air. Noé can run. You two can stop circling each other like you're waiting for something to explode."Adrien had said nothing, which Isabella had interpreted as agreement, which it may or may not have been. By ten in the morning we were in the car.The Bois de Boulogne was already busy with the particular Saturday energy of Paris deciding collectively to be outside, families and joggers and couples and dogs moving through the green with the cheerful chaos of people who had been inside all week and were making up for it. Noé pressed his face to the window the entire drive and provided commentary on everything he saw with the enthusiasm of someone for whom the world continued
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~I Am Running Out Of What To Say~
Chapter Ninety-Five Adrien's POV When the man approached her I was already moving. I registered him before he had fully committed to the approach, read the intention in the angle of his body and the direction of his attention, and I was on the path before I had consciously decided to be. The anger that moved through me in those few seconds was clean and specific and not proportionate to the situation in any professional sense. I reached her and I tucked the strand of hair behind her ear and I looked at the man with the gray eyes and said nothing that required saying because the situation had already been communicated. I had handed her a bouquet of her favorite flowers and I had no idea why I did that. He apologized and left. I had told her to be careful because it was the appropriate thing to say and because it was a fraction of what I wanted to say and because the rest of it had no business existing on a public garden path. Then I walked away. I walked away with the delibera
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~What I Won't Say~
Chapter Ninety-FourAdrien's POV I am not a man who revisits things.I make decisions. I act on them. I move forward with the understanding that looking backward is a luxury that costs more than it returns, and I have never found the exchange worthwhile. This is not a personality flaw. It is a structural choice, made early and maintained consistently, and it has served me without exception for years.Except that I have been sitting at my desk for twenty minutes looking at a hospital report I have read four times without retaining a single line, which suggests that something about the current arrangement has stopped serving me in the way I intended.I put the report down.I think about Thursday.**************The school had been the beginning of whatever this is.I had known, going in, what it would require. A performance of family for a morning, for Noé's sake, the kind of thing I could manage with the same detachment I brought to any situation requiring me to operate outside my nat
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. ~The Drive And The Appointment~
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWOI didn’t move.The black car idles at the end of the street and I stand at the corner like something rooted, like something that has forgotten how legs work, and the cold that has settled into my chest has nothing to do with March and everything to do with the particular quality o
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~The Spiral~
CHAPTER SIXTY # The SpiralI couldn't stay in my bedroom.The walls were too close, the air was too thick, and the messages kept replaying in my head like a nightmare on loop.Criminal charges…Prison…Public scandal…I stumbled into the attached bathroom, locked the door behind me, and sank to the
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