INICIAR SESIÓN“Yes, yes..” Gregory stuttered and stormed away in confusion. What has he done now? His generosity will one day put him in trouble. He gave a suggestion and this iron fisted woman is going to have issues with him?
Camella is the heiress of the Wood family and the new CEO of the Wood’s electroworld. She'd just returned from abroad where she'd studied for her doctorate. An only daughter, raised by her dad and pampered all her life. She hadn't stopped thinking about that kind hearted young man. No matter how much she tried to wave the thought of him off her mind, her thoughts would linger back to him. “Camella dear, it's freezing. Come over dear” Sarah urged. She draped a jacket over her shoulders and Camella turned with a smile. She hugged herself, pulling the jacket to cover her upper body properly. “No news about him, nanny” she flippantly said. How would she know what it means to be freezing when someone practically risked his life in the snow to help her. Perhaps that cold might have gotten to his heart and he'd ended up in the hospital. Lying in the hospital on Christmas eve. The church bell will soon stroke midnight and it will be the 25th. If ever she meets him again, she would repay his kindness. “You will meet him some day dear. Kind people are like angels, not easily forgotten” Sarah assured. She'd known Camella since she was born, never had she been so worried about anyone like this before. Whoever that kind hearted young man was, she hopes they meet again soon. She can't afford seeing her daughter so worked up like this. Having raised her, she feels her pains and carries her burdens with her always. Camella nodded and said “yeah, I hope to see him again” Two weeks later. Andre got to work early. That day was going to get busy somehow. He wouldn't even wait for breakfast as he dashed out of the house. He was working in the Coupling department as one of its engineers. Busy in the workshop, a colleague came over to him, “Andre, you need to take a glimpse at the new CEO of the company…” he was saying but Andre didn't respond. If there was a need for that, they would have invited him over. “Andre, I honestly took a deep breath when I saw…” Sam was tattering on when Andre interrupted him “I'm off to have my lunch” and walked out. He doesn't have such time for cheap women gossip. As he stepped out, the company's PRO brought the new CEO and showed her around the company. Sam swallowed hard as he admired the beautiful young woman who had taken over the company from her father. As Sam was introduced to her, she didn't even spare him a glance besides a brief casual glance and stepped out. She soon went round the company and returned to her new office. “This is absolutely unimaginable dad. I didn't expect the company to be so vast with hundreds of employees…” Camella stuttered, feeling totally exhausted. She sank into the sofa and her dad's secretary poured her a glass of mineral water and stepped out. “This is now your empire to manage Camella. I have full faith in you and your leadership training and skill. I know you are capable, I know you will pilot the affairs of this company better than I ever did. I'm retiring from active involvement in the company's affairs but I will be there to guide you whenever you need me. Feel free to always come to me at any crossroads when you are to make a critical decision. Don't let anyone despise you, Camella. Hold your head up and walk with your shoulders high. You're a woman but you have the strength of ten men put together. Be brave and courageous. Don't get intimidated by anyone nor by your competitors. They'll come for you, but show them that you are prepared for them anytime and always. And I'm glad that you have a smart man by your side, Fred Maxwell will always remain your right hand man…” Benson Wood instructed. Camella Wood took a deep breath, closed her eyes and snapped them open, grabbing her dad's arms and standing up, “you can trust me dad, I'll be a female boss that cannot be forgotten in a hurry” she assured. “That's the spirit. Don't forget you are the daughter of a tiger and that agility in me, I have transferred to you” Benson proudly declared. The company went about its normal activities and by the close of the day, Andre closed like every other person. As he stepped out of the elevator, he crossed paths with an elegant lady and he just walked away without passing her a glance. Camella Wood squinted. Doesn't this fellow recognise who she is? She could see the company's ID hung around his neck and he almost bumped into her without acknowledging her? Who the hell is he? “Find out who that idiot is,” she instructed. She needs to use someone for a scapegoat. They aren't going to hold her in high esteem if she doesn't do that. And it appears she'd found just that person. “His name is Andre Torello ma'am. One of the engineers in the works department” Fred Maxwell informed. He had worked as Benson Wood personal assistant and when he left office, he assigned him to his daughter. He believes she would be able to learn a lot with Fred. Andre got into his car and drove off. He was stopping by the grocery store and got a few things for himself and his mom. He'd become an extremely introverted person after that incident with Jasmine. He detest the female folks greatly. They are not to be trusted. One minute they confess their feelings for you and the next minute, they're in the arms of another woman. What matters to him henceforth is taking care of his mother and living for himself henceforth. He was with Jasmine and she had gotten involved with someone else. She was spending time with him and the next, she was having an affair with Patrick and eventually became pregnant with his child. As he paid for his groceries, he stepped out of the store only to bump into a woman again. This time, he felt the fragrance was familiar but he simply glanced at her briefly and said “You should use your eyes properly next time Miss” he sneered and walked to his car. “Hmmm” the woman grunted and glared at his retreating back view.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







