The Billionaire's Taste

Camila~ I couldn't believe what had just happened. "Jaxon? I told you what happened, how can you still doubt me like this!" Savannah blinked, she knew her brother was taking her side. "Why will you lie like this, Camila? What did I ever do wrong?" "You--" anger filled me but I never spoke bad to my in-laws before so why start now? "Aren't you even bothered about your son? Look at you keen on attacking my own precious daughter." Aubrey said. It raised a few suspicious glances at me from everyone that I turned to leave. I paused, then signaled to Jaxon. "I need to see you." He hesitated for a while, then rose up. "Where are you going my son? Stay, will you?" Aubrey asked. "Yea, are you acting like a pussy like this because of this woman?" Blake spat out. I always found Blake disgusting. He was a big headache on his own. With Jaxon being the first child, he sure allowed his younger ones to take advantage of him too much. And Jaxon and I were almost age mates with him

Camila~ I mean I had always suspected something strange was going on between them. Caleb even made assumptions! I...I just couldn't believe my doubts to be true. I didn't know how long I'd been waiting but finally, Jaxon came back. Blake was not with him. "You seem in a rush. How is she?" I said, even though I was still angry, I needed to know that she was okay. He ignored and kept pacing around. "Jaxon, can you hear me? I'm talking to you." "She could have died if we didn't rush her to the hospital on time, Camilla! Okay? Now leave me alone." "I don't like your tone. What is important is that she's fine now." "But my baby might not be!" He roared out. You could see the anger boiling in his eyes. "Your baby?" The words were heavy and bitter in my mouth. "If anything goes wrong, I will never forgive you, okay! You'll pay for it. I wondered why tears weren't flooding from my eyes right now. I was devastated. After all these years of our marriage, he would cheat on me

Third POV ~ Camila heaved a deep sigh. She was so glad for that flirt who had made her let out all her emotions. At least now, she’d found a solution—no matter how temporary it might be. She picked up her phone. “This is my last resort,” she reminded herself. Camila had lost his number ages ago. I mean, they were friends for some years, but that was it. Everyone moved on. “Please remember me, I beg you.” He had always been so nice to her. They’d reconnected even after high school, and he was still so sweet to her. “I’m sorry I lost your number again…” “But thanks to social media…” She had dug it up online. “Okay. Just answer my call the first time, hmm?” She swallowed what remained of her pride and dialed his number. No response. “Damn it!” “I’ve got no shame now, have I?” She dialed again. This time, his voice came through. “Hello? Hey, Camila! It’s been so long!” Oh, he sounds excited to hear from me. That’s good… Camila smiled, then confessed everything. “It’s Jaxon. He

Camila~ He smiled, and his eyes actually lit up in excitement. God, I loved his eyes. I hoped I wasn't staring again. "Did I say something funny?" I just had to ask. His hand reached for mine, and he led me outside. The cold air sank into my skin, causing me to shiver. "It's cold," he said, his hand stretched forward as he... caught the cold? I didn't know what he was doing. "Yeah, I'm kinda cold, so can we wrap this up?" He nodded, then cleared his throat a little too loudly. "Yes, you are right. Okay, um, Camila Torres..." I blinked. How did he... But I was more furious. He was wearing a hoodie. Why couldn't he offer it to me? Bro hasn't seen a lot of romantic movies where they ask, "Are you cold?" and offer their jacket or something? This man before me just ignored my shivers and shaking like it was nothing! "Let's wrap it up," I said again, making my face hard. "Sure, sure. Okay, uh... you're the one I've been searching for all my life." He said it so calmly, like he was s

Camila~ I couldn't play it cool anymore. "Well don't you know, trouble is my middle name," was all I could manage before I forced my way far from him to the opposite end of the kitchen. My heart was such an idiot to be racing like this on some flirt I just met yesterday! But Nico was handsome. He must have that effect on every woman, men too, who knows. "The sugar is up here," he was pointing upwards to the cabinet, "come and get it." I looked up and did a calculation in my head, "what? Do you think I'm that short?" Then bounced over. He moved away, ready to watch in amusement at how I'd embarrassed myself. The moment of truth was upon me. Standing on my toes, I reached upwards, stretching my hands as far as they could go and...Oh no, I am short. I mean, I knew that but, this short? I heard a faint chuckle from behind, "I would reach up to get it for you," he said, smiling, "but you can do that yourself, can you not? I'm rooting for you." Flashing me a wink, he smirked before le