His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (short story to read txt) 📗

Chapter 43

Present

Camille

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Scott sleeping next to me. He rested one arm on my waist while the other rested under his head. He must have managed to sleep in that position somehow. He smelt so good that I could not resist curling up next to him and smelling him. Is it possible for him to smell sweet and strong at the same time? 

 

After removing his hand from my waist, I placed it back on his abdomen. I was about to leave when he opened his eyes suddenly. It caught me off guard. 

 

“Are you heading somewhere?” he asked firmly, looking straight at me. 

 

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I said, glancing at his naked chest with a hint of hesitation. What is the point of him always sleeping half naked? 

 

“All right, go,” he said as if he had given me permission to proceed. 

 

I frowned, glaring at him hard. “Have I asked for your permission?” 

 

“No.” 

 

“What do you mean by that? Anyway, I can be anywhere, it’s none of your damn business.” 

 

“You can’t leave without my permission,” he said bossily, his eyes hardening on me. “You are still my 24-7 employee.” 

 

I rolled my eyes and got off the bed before going into the bathroom and hoping Scott would leave my room. I didn’t want him to be in my bed. I splashed cold water on my face and looked into the mirror. My hair was tousled and the first two buttons of my night suit were undone, exposing my cleavage. 

 

After adjusting my nightdress and combing my hair, I walked out to find Scott was still in bed. With folded arms, he sat down and looked at me directly. 

 

“Won’t you go to your room?” I asked. 

 

“No.” He snapped, looking somewhat annoyed by my question. “Is there any problem?” 

 

“Why are you here?” I asked, ignoring his question. He was the biggest problem in my life. 

 

“Because you need me.” 

 

“Well, thanks for staying with me the entire night. Since it’s morning, you may leave now.” I winced at my rough tone but Scott didn’t react and stared at me coldly. 

 

“I don’t want to leave,” he said sharply. 

 

“So you stay here. I’ll leave.” I headed to the door when he screamed out. 

 

“Get the fuck back to the bed, Cam!” 

 

I paused, turning to him, my brow furrowing at his command. “No!” I gritted out and was about to storm out of the room when he grasped me and yanked me over him. I gasped when my chest slammed into his as I landed on top of him, our breathing gusting on each other.

 

For a few moments, everything paused around us as I gazed at Scott as he lay flat beneath me. His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. “What did I say?” he growled, making my heart pound even harder. 

 

“Let me go, Scott.” I breathed, trying to get off his chest, but he quickly wrapped his arms around my waist and prevented me from moving. 

 

“Why the fuck are you ignoring me?” he demanded and rolled me under him. He was above me and I was under him. For a moment I stopped breathing when lust flickered in his eyes as he glanced at my lips. “I don’t like this attitude of yours, sweetheart. I’m not keen on ignorance, Miss Camille Davidson.” 

 

“Get off me!” I pushed him by his shoulder but he did not buzz and stayed above me, staring at me like I was his prey.

 

“You’re being rude, Cam,” he warned, bringing his mouth closer to my ear and making me feel breathless. “I want to make you feel better. We have left something incomplete and I want to complete it today.”

 

Heat curled down my spine when Scott sealed my mouth with his, kissing me tenderly yet possessively. He thrust his tongue in my mouth devouring me with hunger. Our kiss lasted for a couple of minutes before he broke off and looked into my eyes. 

 

“I want you.” He grumbled before kissing me again. This time he kissed me hard and rough. He snatched my lower lip between his teeth, nibbling it. I gasped and tried to break our kiss, but he didn’t let me and kissed me again. 

 

“Kiss me back dammit!” When I didn’t kiss him back, he pulled himself back and sighed in disappointment. “I know what you are doing. You are listening to the bastard of Conan. He filled shit in your head, right?” 

 

“No.” I spat. “I’m doing this to save your relationship. You are cheating on Maura.” 

 

He kept silent for a few minutes, staring at me before giving me a slight nod. “Yeah, it’s wrong.” And he got off me. My heart clenched when he grabbed his crutches and stormed out of the room not before slamming the door shut with a loud thud. 

 

He is angry with me. 

 

I groaned in frustration and slumped on the bed. I also wanted Scott. I enjoyed it when he kissed me. I enjoyed his touch. I loved the way his eyes were on me. I loved his scent. I was even wet for him. God, but I couldn’t let him win again. I wanted to feel the same way I had been feeling these years. 

 

Suddenly, my eyes caught a diamond ring. It was Scott’s engagement ring. It might have slipped from his finger. Picking it up from bed, I headed straight to his room. I knocked twice, but he did not answer. When he did not answer my fifth knock, I opened the door and got inside. Panic hit me when I did not find him on his bed. I walked to his balcony, and he was not there either. Then I heard a running shower. 

 

I waited in front of the bathroom door. The door was ajar, and I peeked inside. My heart nearly stopped when I spotted Scott buck naked under the shower as he was taking a shower. My eyes took in his broad back, firm butt, and muscular thighs. He had a body that every woman desired. He was running his fingers through his wet hair while tilting his head up. I couldn’t miss the bulge of his biceps and triceps. 

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