Semua Bab Craving my Dad's Billionaire BestFriend: Bab 61 - Bab 70

 Camille's POV "I-It's nothing," I muttered, avoiding his gaze.   "There's a bruise, the size of a fucking fist on your face, Camille. I'm not stupid!"  Crap. I had thought I had managed to conceal it properly. I stole a look at the window of the car beside us. I couldn't even make out the bruise. To any one, it shouldn't be visible.   Anyone who didn't have eagle eyes, that is. Gavriel's eyes narrowed in slits. He tilted my face up, inspecting where Jordan had punched me. It still hurts as hell so when he grazed his fingers against it, I winced in pain.   "What happened Camille?"  "Nothing!" I snapped. I could not tell him what happened. Jordan had to remain a secret. Until I could figure out what to do about the greedy asshole, I could not have Gavriel stepping in and ruining things for me.  

 Camille's POV  "Really?" I gasped suddenly, recalling that I had seen that folder on the desk in our suite. I had just assumed he would pick it up as go. But then we got carried away in the shower and had to rush out of the suite when we saw the time.   "And now we welcome Mr Donovan to the high table, our CEO extraordinaire..."  "Shit," Gav cursed, striding towards the high table. I couldn't follow because I wasn't exactly invited to the high table.   What was he going to do? He had to give the opening speech, and well, it was partially my fault. He was right, I had seduced him.   I was ushered to a front seat, not so far from the high table. Gavriel looked totally calm and collected while I resisted the urge to bite my nails, thinking of a solution.   The master of ceremony read Gavriel's citat

 Camille's POV I waited as Gavriel ran his eyes down my body, mostly ogling my tits. I had known they were his weaknesses.   "Of course I do, get over here,"  Grinning, I made my way over to him and in flash found myself bent over the desk. Jordan had called asking for his money as usual.   His money. I wish I could break that bastard's head. I owed him nothing. But if I didn't play my cards right, I would end up with public disgrace and that would break Dad's heart terribly. I hadn't caused any scandals recently and I would love to keep it that way.   Technically though, this was his fault. If he hadn't seized my pocket money, I would have been able to pay Jordan his stupid meager amount and breathe easy. As long as he got enough cash to gamble with and buy his stupid drugs, he would be fine.   Could

 Camille's POV "Just breathe in, Camille, okay?" Megan soothed. "Do you want to meet up?* That sounded like a good idea. I nodded, realized she couldn't see me then mumured a "Yeah, after work. " "Good, I'll see you."  The call ended with a beep. The office grew quiet. A little too quiet. All I could think about was how I had snapped at Gav. And frankly, he deserved it. He was getting on my nerves. With all the questions and probing, I couldn't just take them anymore. He had to know that.   The day went by in a breeze. I barely saw Gav except during a meeting and wow, he was quite the petty one. He did not speak a word to me all through. Just emailed his instructions and disappeared to God knows where.   I met up with Megan at one of our favorite cafes.  "So spill. What happened?" She asked as so

 Camille's POV My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe evenly. That was wonderful. His hand in my hair holding me in place while he fucked my mouth. I licked my lips, eyeing the delicious cock that was mere centimeters away from my mouth. Precum rolled down in buckets.   I reached my tongue out to catch a drop and Gav cursed, rolling the windows up.   "What did he want?" I murmured, lapping up his juices.   "The traffic eased up. We're blocking the road," he hissed. "Fuck I can't drive if you keep doing that Camille."  I pulled away, cupping my tits. "But I need you. I'm so wet, Gav."  "We'll have to find a way to fix that, yes?" He murmured, driving down the road.   He drove for a while before finding a secluded corner and parked there.    His