LOGINCamilla 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
His actions came to Camilla as a rude shock. She stepped back and raised her chin to glance at the man towering over her and saw him staring at her furiously. She was lost. What now, hadn't she told him everything she knows, that he and his royal parents aren't aware of? She even had to betray her friend by compromising on the promise she made to her. “What is wrong, Andre?” Camilla asked. He can't keep staring at her like that. She hadn't done anything wrong. “Everything is wrong, absolutely wrong, Camilla. You knew so much volume of secrets and hid it away from me and my parents? Fine, you might not want to tell my parents, what about me? If I hadn't coaxed you to open up to me, would you have? My sister is dying and you kept it away and intend to seal it off with tears and emotions? How can you do this to me, Camilla?” Andre rebuffed. “This is not my fault, Andre. Isabella is an adult. She has the right to have her medical records kept confidential. If she doesn't w
Camilla shook her head. She swallowed hard, trying to hold her emotions together. The way her emotions poured was not something she'd experienced before. It was as if she was already mourning at the death of Isabella. “Then talk to me. I can't think of anything myself and yet, the way you look now, it appears you were brutally flogged” Andre coaxed. He knew he hadn't hurt her. They went out to dinner together and came back. She's not the type of woman who takes solace in her tears. Camilla was too feisty for that. As a matter of fact, this is the first time he is seeing her so emotional. “What did you say to Isabella back there? You're looking forward to the day she would be free from medication and free from living a life of prescription? Do you know what that implies? Do you know when that day comes, we would not have Isabella again and her presence can only be felt by the memories we've shared with her? How close are you to your sister that you want to se
Camella just stared at Andre and shook her head “You're arrogant and egoistic” What's this ego about men? If she hadn't met men who carry themselves with ego before, she met one in Andre. Ego that would take them nowhere. “Why wouldn't I guard my self esteem when it involves a feisty woman like you, Camella?” Andre asked and turned himself to glance at her. Their eyes locked and he smiled. He gently raised her chin bringing her face closer to his as he stared into her eyes “I will tame you to become exactly the kind of woman that I want, Camella” as he bent towards her, crushing his lips over hers in a soft sweet kiss. It was a brief soft kiss and Camella was getting immersed in it when Andre gently brought it to a stop. He planted a featherlight kiss on her temple and asked “Did you take the contraceptive I told the doctor to give you?” Camella paused and squinted thinking about it quickly, was it part of the medication that she was given or was it







