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~The Calm Before The Storm~
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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 Sister's Test~
Chapter Forty-TwoShe seemed to sense how serious the atmosphere was and laughed and said, "Gosh, where are my manners? Good afternoon," she said, extending her hand. "I'm Isabelle Duval. Dr. Duval's eldest sister."I shook her hand again, my mind stuttering over the surname. Duval. As in Adrien Du
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~The Second Chance ~
Chapter Forty-OneCamille's POVI stumbled through the door of Elodie's apartment still buzzing with adrenaline, my hands shaking from the confrontation.Elodie was waiting, having clearly watched the entire scene unfold from wherever she'd been. She rushed over and planted a quick peck on my cheek
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~The Confrontation~
Chapter FortyCamille's POVI was three blocks from Elodie's apartment, my mind still spinning from the interview, when I saw them.The paparazzi. A small cluster of men with cameras, hovering outside a luxury boutique like vultures waiting for carrion. I recognized the scene immediately. Someone f
In Love With The Hot Billionaire. ~Anonymous Application and Hiring~
Chapter Thirty-Eight ~Two Days Later…Camille's POVI sat in the corner, hunched over a scratched laptop and tried to figure out how to survive.It had been three days since my discharge. Four days of lying in Elodie's spare room, taking my medications, eating small meals that tasted like cardboar
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