All Chapters of Owned by the Billionaire Mafia King: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

CamillaI felt like my blood was racing through my body. I felt jittery, half from excitement and half from nerves. My thoughts were running along just as fast. I wondered what I should wear, what I would say and more importantly what would my parents say? I tried not to think about that too much. I kept glancing at the clock, and it felt like it wasn’t moving at all. But when it was only an hour away, I felt like time had raced by and I was unprepared. "Just go upstairs!" Liz insisted. "Shower and change. I’ll finish watching the kids. Most of their parents will be here soon anyway." I almost couldn’t tell who was more excited about this date: me or her. I headed upstairs and quickly got into the shower. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time, but I knew I wanted to wash everything, including my hair. I used all the lavender products my mom had gotten me and blow dried my hair when I finished. I thought about what kind of makeup I wanted to do but then decided I should probab

CamillaI felt like my whole body was on fire. I felt so light, like I could fly. Michael did his best to keep his lips on me as he carried me into the house. It was warmer than I expected and decorated like a Hawaiian cottage inside–not that I had time to really look at all of the interior. Michael wasted no time carrying me to the bedroom. He kept his hand behind my head and laid me down softly while keeping his mouth on me. I could feel his desperation and eagerness. I pulled him ever closer to me. He seemed to want to tease me with anticipation. I felt ready to explode with desire. Michael moved his hands to slide down the straps of my dress and started pulling it down. My strapless bra easily came with it. I blushed a little, feeling vulnerable, but Michael looked at me like I was the most beautiful person he had seen. Like I was some kind of present he was desperate to open. He moved his mouth slowly and deliberately down from my lips to my breasts. He took his time, bui

Michael I listened to Isabella telling me stories of her time with Liz the whole drive home. I felt a bit like a bad father since I wasn’t really listening at all. All I could think about was Camilla and our night together. My clothes still smelled like her, and I couldn’t help but get hot thinking about her. I had to stop letting my mind drift away if I was going to spend the day with Isabella. I pulled up to the house and put Isabella down for a nap. I wanted to lay down and nap with her, but I needed to check in first. I stepped into my office and called Sara. "Good morning, Michael, how are you today?" she answered. My words caught in my throat. I remembered for the first moment since leaving Camilla that she was Sara’s daughter. She was my boss’s daughter and we had never talked about what to tell her parents, if anything. I certainly didn’t want to be the first one to say anything.I started to think how much I might have put my job in jeopardy. I wondered how unde

CamillaThe next day was Saturday, and I smiled and stretched luxuriously, feeling the rays of warm sunshine spilling across my comforter. Last night with Michael and Isabella had been everything I had hoped for and more.My heart beat faster as I recalled Michael's response to my questions about our relationship. That it would be what I wanted it to be was the most perfect reply he could possibly have given. I knew that I wanted to be with him, and with Isabella. And for the moment, knowing that he felt the same way was everything I needed to know. Then I groaned, recalling the rest of our conversation. Specifically, my promise that I would be the one to tell my parents about us. My reasoning at the time had been sound. I was an adult. I could make my own decisions. And I certainly didn't want my parents to find out by spotting us somewhere together. Or even worse, when we were spotted by someone else, who decided to take it upon themselves to break the news.I couldn't help bu

Camilla The next few weeks passed like a dream. My parents continued to be supportive of my relationship with Michael, and we'd even had dinner together a couple of times. At first, I had to admit, my father seemed tense when we'd all sat down together, and I couldn't really blame him for that. But it was Michael who was finally able to break the strained atmosphere by asking my dad if he'd brought his shotgun to the restaurant. Even my father had to laugh at Michael's joking acknowledgement of the strange circumstances we found ourselves in. And after that, things were much easier between them. I only wished I could spend more time with Michael. My daycare business was really taking off, and I had children to watch nearly every day. I loved the kids, and I was having a great time coming up with fun activities for us to do together. My crafting activities had become a bi-weekly event, with parents and even the children themselves offering suggestions on what we should creat