Todos os capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE'S MISTRESS: SWEET TEMPTATION: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 39

CAMILLE"I was watching a movie," I said, and my voice came out perfectly even. "I didn't pause it. Sorry, Dad."A beat of silence on the other end."A movie," my father repeated, with the particular tone of a man who was not entirely convinced but had decided not to pursue it."Yes.""At this hour.""It's not that late."Another pause, behind me, Aurelio had gone completely still, and I could feel the quiet amusement radiating off him like heat, which I was going to address thoroughly the moment this call ended."Well," my father said finally, "get yourself ready. The dinner is at eight.""I'll be there," I said. "I'll see you outside."I ended the call.I turned.Aurelio was looking at me with something in his eyes that was not quite a smile but lived in the same neighborhood as one, warm and private and entirely too pleased with itself."You're evil," I told him.He laughed.It was a real one, which was rare enough that it stopped me for a moment, the sound of it low and genuine a

AURELIO"I'm sorry, Aurelio."She said it quietly, and then she moved to leave.I caught her wrist before I had fully decided to.She stopped.I stood up from the edge of the bed slowly, and she turned to look at me with those eyes that were trying very hard to be neutral and not quite managing it. I could see it, the quiet sadness sitting in them, the thing she had been carrying all evening and had not once complained about.I brought my hand to her face.She went still.I traced her jaw with my thumb, slowly, just that, just my hand on her face in the quiet of the room, and I watched something in her expression shift the way it always did when I touched her gently, like she hadn't expected it and didn't know what to do with it.I kissed her.Soft and with no urgency behind it, no pull toward anything else, just my mouth on hers, asking nothing, just there.I pulled back."Stay," I said.She looked at me."Aurelio…."I kissed her again before she could finish it, slower this time, m

CAMILLECharles de Gaulle was everything I remembered and nothing like I expected.I had been to Paris once as a child, young enough that most of it lived in my memory as impressions more than details, the smell of something sweet near a market, the colour of a bridge, my mother's hand in mine on a crowded street. I had wanted to come back for years and had never found the reason or the right moment.The right moment had apparently been a Tuesday morning over breakfast in Aurelio's dining room.I pressed my face closer to the window as we descended and watched the city arrange itself below us, grey and gold in the afternoon light, the Seine cutting through it like something deliberate, and I felt that familiar feeling of excitement of waiting for something for a long time and finally having it.Aurelio was watching me from across the cabin."Put this on before we land," he said, and held out a face mask.I took it. "Why?""Reporters," he said simply. "Charles de Gaulle attracts them

AURELIO “Stay out of my business, Troy,” I said when I finally snapped out of my silence, as I leaned back into the leather chair, he was acting like some fucking moral compass when we both knew he was no saint.“I didn’t fly all the way here for a lecture. I came to take over the company, have some fun, and go back home.”He rubbed his temples like I was giving him a migraine. “I’m only looking out for you and Camille, man.”I laughed bitterly. “Looking out for me? Please, you’re not a saint either, so stop sounding like one, Emilia was seventeen when you started fucking her all over those university halls and classrooms, you’re still together, and nobody’s hurt and we both know you're never going to be anything more than the player you are.”Troy’s jaw tightened. “Those are different scenarios, Aurelio, I wasn't eighteen years older than Emilia, and sure as hell not married.”“Fuck off,” I snapped, standing up.He sighed heavily. “I’m only trying to look out for you.” I paused at t