Semua Bab The CEO's Fake Girlfriend : Bab 131 - Bab 140

The scent of cedar filled my nostrils as my eyes fluttered open. Lucien was still asleep beside me. Dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, lips slightly parted, one arm thrown across my waist even in sleep.God, he was beautiful.I couldn't resist. I pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, then his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. He stirred slightly but didn't wake. I smiled and carefully extracted myself from his grip, padding across the cool floor to the massive windows.The villa had stone walls, terracotta roof, surrounded by rolling hills dotted with olive trees. The sun was just beginning to rise, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold. Vienna stretched out in the distance, a perfect blend of old-world charm and modern beauty.I didn't remember arriving here last night. Lucien must have carried my tired ass from the jet and car. Yesterday was perfect. The gifts, the penthouse, the surprise party, the flight here with his arms around me. This birthday would be impossible to to

I finger-fucked her through the oversensitivity, and within seconds, she was climbing again. This time, when she came, the gush of liquid sprayed onto me and the sheets."Fuck," I breathed. "Did you just squirt for me, Fiera?" Her fluid was sweet and heavenly in my fingers. I could lick this all night She was sobbing now, tears leaking from beneath the blindfold. I tossed the toy out and climbed up her body, removing the blindfold so I could see her eyes. They were glazed, unfocused, pupils blown wide."Color?" I asked gently."Green," she cried. "Put that cock inside me."“Good girl.” Even though I knew she was ready for me, I kissed her inner thighs first, giving her a few moments to breathe before I positioned my cock, rubbing the head through her wetness. "You ready for me?""Fuck yes—" I pushed in inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. She was so tight, gripping me like she never wanted me to leave.When I was fully sheathed, I leaned down, holding her head with both hands

Camila's POVThe words hit my chest like a physical blow. My knees threatened to give up on me. A detective approached me with handcuffs."Lucien, what’s happening?" My voice didn't even sound like mine."Get your hands off her!" He shielded me. "I want to see a warrant.""Sir, I need you to step back or you'll be arrested for obstruction of justice. We have a direct order from the DA."My trembling hand found his arm. "Lucien." He looked at me, and the anguish in his golden eyes broke me further. His hands gripped my shoulders, his touch desperate."Don't say anything. Not a word until Park and Weiss gets there. Do you understand me? Nothing."I nodded, but my throat had closed up. Tears were already streaming down my face. The metallic ratcheting of the handcuffs behind me was the loudest thing I had ever heard. The cold steel bit into my wrists, a sharp contrast to the warmth of Lucien’s hand just seconds ago. "Lucien!" I called out, but a car door slammed, cutting off the sound o

"What the hell?"Still processing what I was seeing, another message appeared. "Check your phone."The device in my pocket started vibrating immediately. No caller ID, but I answered.Cold laughter. That was the first thing I heard, not an introduction, nor an explanation. "She should have chosen better," the voice dripped with amusement. "But I suppose that's what happens when you let your gullible heart make decisions for you.""Who the fuck is this?" I slammed my hand onto the desk."Oh, Lucien. You know exactly who this is. I'm the man who truly deserves Camila. The one who's been watching over her, protecting her, loving her from the shadows while you played your little billionaire games. And what did I get for my devotion? Rejection. A punch to the face. Public humiliation."My blood froze. "Rhys.""Finally catching up, are we?" His laugh returned, biting my ears. "And to answer your next question, no, I'm not from Morocco. I'm right here in New York, sitting in a place you'll

Camila's POVEvery time I shifted on the bench, the metal handcuff chain clinked against the bar. It constantly reminded me that I wasn't dreaming. The holding cell smelled like shit, and the fluorescent lights never turned off completely.I didn't sleep. How could I, when every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lucien's face as he walked away from me? The tears in his eyes. The way his shoulders had tensed when I smiled at him. The sound of the door closing behind him like a final goodbye.He hadn't come back. Not last night, not this morning. No calls, no messages through Rosalind, and my chest ached with a different kind of pain than the fear of prison. This was the pain of losing him. Of choosing something he couldn't understand and watching it break us apart."Sterling." An officer appeared at the cell door. "You've got visitors."I stood on shaky legs, my body stiff from the uncomfortable bench. They led me to a small room where Damon stood with Silas, Seraphina, and Rosalind. The