MasukThe next three months, things remained the way they should. Andre goes to work and returns to spend time in the gym. He doesn't go to parties, clubs or any social events, he's either at work or you'll find him at the gym center.
He was drowning away his pains, and he chose this way to do it. He wasn't the usual cheerful guy he used to be. He'd lived in solitude despite having people around him often. He seldom talks except if it's necessary for him. The closest person to him besides his mom was his friend Felix. He comes around they play cheese but no matter how hard he tries, he couldn't convince Andre to step out or take a walk with him He knew more than anyone else, his friend was experiencing depression. He has become a shadow of his former self. He talks about everything or anything with him whenever he raises a topic but never had he been interested in a feminine talk, he was still hurting. “Andre, I missed going to the club with you. Please there's a new club opening today, let's go and hangout with a few friends…” Felix coaxed. He really wants to help his friend to crawl out of this shell he'd kept himself. “You won't stop trying your luck. I am not interested in stepping out anywhere. I prefer remaining at home and spending my time in the gym…” Andre refused. He isn't going to places that would remind him of the times he'd waste on that illusion called love. Since Felix couldn't persuade him, he soon left him and took his girlfriend out to the club. Felix was true to their friendship and thanks to him a number of times for the shoulders he was constantly offering Andre. That night, as Andre laid on his bed, his mind raced back to his ex, Jasmine. Those times they went hunting together, the beach date, the clubbing and partying, all meant nothing. He wished he'd known earlier. He'd researched and discovered that Jasmine and her husband, Patrick left N.Y and relocated abroad. But her parents are living the life of affluence and have joined the elite people of the society. He wants to work hard and give his mother the best of life. She cannot remain a middle class woman all her life. He'd worked hard but he hadn't given it his best. He has to think of something meaningful to do with his life. In the Wood's villa, Camella was having a drink with her dad, they were discussing the company and Benson asked “How have you been coping, are the employees cooperating with your leadership?” He'd told her that she could always come to him when she gets confused sometimes. But three months have passed and Camella hasn't said a word of anything to him. His daughter is capable of handling things and the employees are so sensible, a good number of them are wise. “There hasn't been a problem at all. The only person who wants to cross the boundary was dealt with and others have learnt from him. So far, everything goes smoothly and the company moves forward dad” Camella explained, taking her glass of wine to her lips. “I'm proud of you,Cam. With you, I have no fear or worry over anything. Be disciplined and strict but also be nice to your employees. Some time ago, I had a cardiac failure and an employee's quick intervention saved me…” Benson was saying when his phone buzzed. He saw the caller ID and smiled. He'd been expecting him to call him for the past two days, he'd finally given it a priority “How long will it take you to come down here for Camella” Benson chimed. Camella’s gaze went cold. This is the topic she'd been avoiding for so long. Each time they meet, it's all on the same topic; marriage. She's not interested in it but her dad is head over hill for a grandson. “Your fiance should be in town tomorrow, Camella. You both need to get down to the wedding plans as soon as possible. You've kept him waiting for so long” Benson chimed. “I didn't keep him waiting dad, it was you who tied him down with promises that I wasn't a part of. And he should have walked away when he didn't see it happening, but he remained. Why he remained was what I haven't been able to fathom” Camella seethed. Dad promised his friend that his daughter would be married to his son. It will strengthen their friendship and make it outlived their existence but in truth, the business partnership was what intrigues her dad. “Jack is my best friend's son. I chose a good man for you because I know how focused you were. He's going to be a good husband to you and great dad to my future grandkids..” Benson assured. Such a good son from a responsible background. His parents are great people and he had lived all his life abroad. Now both of them coming together to raise a family would be just so awesome. “Tell me something dad, how did you and my mom meet, was it an arrangement like this one you're blindly plunging me into” Camella asked. They've tried making this relationship work, but it's just not working out. “Your mom and I were childhood sweethearts. But that's not the same with you. You see relationships and dating as distractions and I have to stand in for you, pick a suitable groom and ensure I see you happy on all sides” Benson explained. “I'll give it one last try dad, if it doesn't work out between us, I'll break up my engagement with him” Camella declared. It's annoying that her dad was shoving Jack Johnson down her throat. She'd tried but they are just not compatible and to think that he appears shady when he's around her. “You are not into the relationship for a trial Cam. You are to be dogged about it like everything else that you decide to stay focused on. It's about time you get married and not just learn to sit on power and position” Benson declared and gulped down the entire content in his glass and stood up. Camella sighed. She'll see what she'll do this time. She wants her dad to be happy and if getting married to Jack was going to bring him that happiness, she'll try her best to make it work. But Jack is secretly into drugs. Did dad know this side of him? And just like that, her mind drifted to that mystery man who helped them out in the snow. She'd placed that jacked in her room. Maybe she'll move it into her car. Since that imbecile couldn't help with any information, maybe she would assign someone else to do it. She wants to meet him, she wants to reward his kindness.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







