All Chapters of Apologies, Mr Playboy. I’m Pregnant.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Camille's hands felt clammy as she guided Elian a little closer toward the center of the living room. The General's piercing eyes remained steady on her, making her heart pound harder than she wanted to admit."Elian," she said softly, brushing her son's hair back from his forehead. "Remember how Mummy told you once that you had a grandfather you'd meet someday?"Elian blinked up at her, his lashes fluttering. "Yes," he whispered.Her chest tightened. She glanced at the man sitting tall in the chair before them. "That's him," her voice wavered slightly. "That's your grandfather."Elian turned slowly, his wide emerald eyes landing on the old man. He studied him for a moment with childlike eyes—then took a step forward, and then another.The General didn't move at first. His expression stayed unreadable. But when Elian finally stopped right before him, the old man leaned forward just enough and reached out. With surprising ease, he lifted the boy onto his lap.Elian's little hands clutc

Pierce lay sprawled on Alex's couch, one arm hanging over the edge, the other tucked under his head. His boots were still on, leaving faint smudges on the light fabric, but he didn't care.His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, but he wasn't seeing it. His mind was stuck, circling the same moment over and over again. The look on Camille's face when he had grabbed her.That look.Not anger, but fear.She was afraid of him...It was as if she couldn't recognize him...There was disbelief in her eyes, and it haunted him.He shut his eyes and exhaled, long and heavy, as if the breath could carry the memory out of his head. But it didn't. It stayed. He had told himself—sworn to himself—that he would never lose control with her. That he'd be different this time. And yet... he fucked up again."Are you going to talk," Alex's voice broke into his thoughts, "or are you just planning on laying there like a dead man?"Pierce didn't look at him. "What makes you think I have anything to say?""Becau

Camille Owens stood outside Lumina Group, clutching her bag to her side as she let out a soft sigh, wondering why in the world she was back here—in this damn building—to be Pierce's assistant again.She could lie to herself that she was here only because Pierce had asked her, and she had already agreed. But it wasn't just that.Pierce Landon wasn't the only one who wanted to be close to her. She wanted to be close to him too. If the whole family thing was going to work with Elian, then she needed to fix the past and make the present better.Elian was now in school, so she didn't have to worry about him. The General enrolled him in a private school, and security was nothing to worry about.She was okay with the plan because she knew Elian wished to have friends more than anything.She sighed, pulling herself out of her reverie. It was time for her to be a secretary once more, and even though this was a job she kind of enjoyed, her time working as a prison doctor would always be kept ti

Camille Owens stood in the middle of dirt, her eyes glancing around what was supposed to be Mr. Hale's apartment.The windows were tightly shut, and the place smelled of damp wood and rotten flesh. If it wasn't so clear where the rot smell was coming from, she would have thought Mr. Hale was dead.Her hands hung still by her side, but her shoulders were stiff. She didn't move when she felt a hand slip gently around her waist. Pierce had walked up behind her, close enough that his breath brushed her ear."Who did you say this person is again?" he asked, his eyes raking the entire room in disgust. There were cockroaches all over the place, and it was starting to get to him.Camille blinked, her eyes fixed on the floor before she turned slightly to him. "Mr. Hale," she whispered. "He is a detective, and The General hired him to investigate my father's death."It wasn't the name that made Pierce remember, but the title of the man. Camille called him a detective.How could he have forgotte

Sarah's POVI lay there on the mattress, the thick dildo filled me deep, stretching my walls wide, pressing heavy against every sensitive spot inside. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could only feel the monstrous invasion.I was so full. So impossibly, brutally full, and every small shift of my hips made it rub deeper, sending little vibrations through me.Leo’s hand smoothed over my sweat-damp hair. His touch almost gentle, a horrifying contrast to everything he made me experience. His fingers combed through the strands, petting me, like as if I was a dog.The humiliation stung deep in my gut, my eyesight becoming blurry once more.“You can be as loud as you want, Sarah,” he murmured, his voice a soft intimate rumble next to my ear. “The only person upstairs is Avery. And she already knows what a desperate little slut you are.”In the end, I was right. If I'd screamed, I would have been in much more trouble. It was indeed weird that he took off the tape from my mouth.Help is