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In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Nine 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 small 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 befor
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. ~The Night Terror~
Chapter Twenty NineI must have dozed off eventually, because I woke to darkness and terror.The nightmare came fast. I saw Theo's face hovering over me. His hands were holding my wrists. The taste of jasmine tea suddenly surfaced along with the crushing weight of paralysis. I was back to that situ
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
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