LOGINHe raised himself to a sitting position and glared at his mother. A more convenient way to commit suicide rather than being stucked in the snow. He hopes his mom is not assuming and conceiving something filthy in her heart.
“You think I'm talking nonsense right, Andre? You deliberately went out into the snow and threw your jacket away because you know I wouldn't let you step out without it. You deceived me and went out to die in the snow. Have you no pity for me? Are you so selfish that you only thought of yourself when you made your decision to end your existence because Jasmine jilted you? You wanted to commit suicide right? Fine you are allowed to do it but before then, you'll have to watch me die first” Alice stuttered. She picked up the knife on the tray and placed it on her neck, “watch me die, Andre then after that, you'll commit suicide just this way. It's simple and fast. It's better than doing it in the snow” Alice seethed. “Stop it mom, I didn't try to do something silly like that. How can I do that and leave you in so much pain, mom. I love you mom, don't hurt yourself don't, make me add sorrow on my broken heart. Please don't do anything to yourself” Andre pleaded. Why would he do something silly as committing suicide because Jasmine betrayed him? Only losers do that. He has life ahead of him and a mother to look after. How can committing suicide ever be an option? “Please Aunt, don't do this. It's late, it's Christmas eve. Don't do anything silly to yourself. Please?” Felix persuaded and walked gently towards Alice. The older woman brought her hand down and started sobbing. Of course she wouldn't do anything like that. She only wants Andre to know that if he does anything silly, he'd only leave her to suffer. But she heard him say he loves her. “Promise me Andre, promise me that you will not hurt yourself?” Alice asked, sniffling. She had thought she would lose her son when Felix brought him home, cold and stiffened. She thought his blood was frozen and his jacket was not on him. She called the doctor and Felix assisted in making fire in his room. They were all scared until they heard him sneeze. What if he passed away without anyone knowing? Thank goodness that he informed Felix through a phone call about his whereabouts. “I promise, mother,” Andre said and enveloped his mother in a hug. Just then, the chapel bell rang. It's time to come over for the Christmas eve celebration. In a certain presidential Villa, a slender woman was seated by the balcony, covered herself with a thick. She stood looking out at the bustling city on a Christmas eve, it's late but it doesn't seem to be. The whole city was lit up. Fire crackers going up into the sky, the jingles rending the air and the smiles of love on everyone's face. She'd not really been a fan of the Christmas celebrations or all of that. She likes her world. Go to the chapel on the 25th for the morning mass, take the sacrament and return home. What's the big deal celebrating a baby born over two thousand millennium ago? Her thoughts were interrupted by her assistant “ma'am, there's still no trace of that man. No one seems to know him nor recognise who owned the jacket…” he reported. “Could that mean that he's alive?” She mumbled silently under her breath. She'd been restless when she returned. That young man helped them out without considering his wellbeing. He didn't think about himself when he worked in the snow to help them. “I don't know what you think we should do ma'am?” Her assistant asked. He'd been in the place with the range rover a few times already, asked neighbors and passersby but no one seemed to know him nor recognise that jacket. “Go to the various hospitals, search for him there if there's any emergency case of any sort. And leave your contact in case such comes around” She instructed. There's no way that young man will not be needing medical help. The least that can happen is pneumonia. He would be found in one of the hospitals. She wants to reciprocate his kindness in the best way possible. Good people should be appreciated. “How about I check the morgue? Who knows what might have happened to him” he suggested with a shrug. That dude might not have survived it. He saw him shivering, his teeth shattering and his body already getting pale back then. “Are you a fool?” She demanded, in a tone of irritation. Someone helped them and all he could think about is perhaps he is dead? Why should a place like a morgue ever occur to him? “Yes, people think I am” he replied and continued “And my suggestion brewed from my concerned mind. I might get there now and find him there lying peacefully. I'll give his family the jacket and thank them for the kindness of their son. That way, your conscience will be at ease. This jacket is the only way we can get him. I'll tell them he helped us and forgot his jacket nearby…” he was saying when she interrupted him. “I have zero tolerance for fools, Gregory. You don't know me? How dare you display your foolishness before me? You'll get lost from my sight and bear this in mind that the next time you act stupid before me, I'll have your fingers chopped and fed to the dogs. Now give me the hospital report before night falls or consider yourself fired!” She thundered.As she dashed into the court, she was suddenly blinded by flashes of lights coming from the journalists' cameras. Camilla stiffened, shocked by the crowds of royal dignitaries present including the King himself. Surrounded by royalty stood Andre, holding a beautiful bouquet of roses, his face literally lit up with a beautiful smile. He was dressed in the most beautiful and definitely expensive designer suit. His pair of shoes was custom-made from the finest leather materials. Her shocked expression softened into a beautiful smile, and her eyes clouded with tears. She took a step, and Andre took the remaining steps as he approached her, handing the flowers to her. On top of the flowers was a glittering diamond ring. The camera focused on it. It was beautiful, and it was embroidered with a capital C. It was custom-made for Camilla alone. She sniffled; her heart was overwhelmed with an overflowing sense of joy. As a matter of fact, she cannot really express how she felt at the
“What does it matter now? Whatever I felt for you was in the past. There isn't anything I want right now, other than walking away from you and your haunted past” she declared and turned the door knob. She'd made up her mind. She was leaving. Andre is sincerely not emotionally available. He can't move on; he is just trying to play the act; he isn't truly available for her. One of the maids saw her and her suitcase and walked briskly to her. “My lady.” She bowed and took the suitcase from her. How can her future majesty be pulling a suitcase along? “It's fine, you don't have to worry,” Camilla tried declining. She doesn't want anyone to treat her specially. She's no longer their Prince's girlfriend. “I shall die if the Prince finds me loitering around and you dragging a suitcase.” The maid refused, bowing herself again and holding onto the suitcase. And quickly she added, “Where would my lady want me to take the suitcase?” Before Camilla could respond, Andre replied, “Back t
Andre sighed softly, shut his eyes and glanced at Camilla. What will he say now, that is capable of pacifying her? He stayed away for a while, went downstairs and felt really angry with himself. Why was he acting stupid whenever the name Jasmine was mentioned? He thought he'd gone past that stage. He'd always told himself he'd moved on with his life, especially with Camilla by his side. He needed to apologise to her. He wants her to know his actions were by impulse. It wasn't real. He fisted his palm, hit it hard against the wall and his knuckles bled. He was going to do it again when a guard called, “Prince Andre, are you alright?” He paused but didn't glance back. That was when he saw his knuckles bruised. He sighed softly and ordered, “I need two glasses of milk.” He just needed to get back to the bedroom and apologise to Camilla. He doesn't know what to do to make her calm and listen to him, but he'll keep trying and hopefully she will listen. He sure knows he won't b
Camilla glared at him and Andre completely turned his gaze away, avoiding to lock eyes with her. He was ashamed of himself. He honestly didn't know what happened or how much he hurt her, but he knew whatever made Camilla's eyes go red was beyond her willpower. She just glared at him for so long and shook her head in regret. She knew it, he did this to her because of his ex-girlfriend. He hurts her in revenge for what she'd done to him. He took her body to be hers. The obsession was too glaring. He can't forget about her. He is soul-tied to her, and no matter the number of women he comes in contact with after her, they'll all live in her shadows. They were happy a while ago. She thought he was making love to her, but no, he was making love to Jasmine Logan. Her body is the vacuum he used to get connected to her soul. She'd never believed the myth, but she does now. He was only thinking about her, shutting her out of his mind and thought, only focused on Jasmine. He found her s
Camilla paused, her hands resting on his cock but no longer caressing it. She swallowed hard, she didn't expect that he would take her by surprise when he unceremoniously slipped his fingers into her cunt. He didn't stop. He pulled his hands out, allowing her wetness to accompany his finger out, and then pushed it further, sending a fresh wave of pleasure into her, and this time, he kept his gaze on her and commanded, “Keep your gaze on me.” Camilla nodded, unable to utter another word. She opened her eyes and stared at him. Andre's gaze was lust-filled, and his lips were partly parted. “Caress my dick, babe, why did you stop?” he demanded, his voice close to being that of a soft moan. That was when Camilla realised that she wasn't caressing him anymore, just having her hand on his dick. She caressed his shaft faster now, just as he was finger fucking her, and the effect was immediate. Andre's swiftness followed suit. He added another finger, going deeper and curving in her
“So far, excellent,” Camilla responded. The dude knew a lot about the company before she took over its presidency. He'd worked with Benson Wood, her dad and continued with her. There's little or nothing he doesn't know except the financial inflows and signatory. “Maxwell is trustworthy. I've worked with him side by side when Benson was the CEO,” Andre confirmed and pulled his shirt off to expose a perfectly ripped body. Camilla had not really seen him this shirtless. When they fucked, who cares to see the body and the muscles? There were six-packs with a tiny belly button. She saw his long muscular legs, a characteristic of a basketballer. Andre was going to pull down his pants when his eyes locked with Camilla's and he chuckled. She hadn't really seen his body as supposed. The one who can accurately give a description of him was Jasmine. “What exactly do you want, Camilla, me or my body?” Teasing her. He saw how she stared at him as if he was some Celestine being







