Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 517 - Five Hundred And Seventeen: Roll Under The Sheet

The third point of view:

"What?" Camille felt as if someone just slapped her hard on the face, "What did you just say?"

"You heard me right. Even if your mother prevents me from entering like the last time, I\'ll make sure to stalk her till I get what I want" Her father threatened her.

"You wouldn\'t dare!" She saw red. Camille never joked with her mother and how dare he threaten her. The woman had once been his wife for goodness sake.

But her dad was not moved by her warning, "Who knows? I can come to your place and meet your husband. He\'s my son-in-law and the both of us hadn\'t even officially met yet. Don\'t you think it\'s time the both of us met already," He taunted her.

Camille\'s Jaws ticked while she gripped the phone tightly. She wanted to explode right now, give her father a piece of her mind. But she couldn\'t, not with her mother at risk. She couldn\'t tell what that mad man would do in the name of bothering her. After this, she was going to secretly get a restraining order. The harassment had to stop.

"Alright, I\'ll forward the money to you," She agreed just for the sake of peace.

"No," Her father disagreed, "I need the money in cash immediately,"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She couldn\'t believe him, "I\'m a busy person. I don\'t have the time to come to find you, plus the fact I can\'t carry money around!"

"Well," Her father said, "Find a way to bring the money, or I can gladly come over to your place. Your choice," He ended the call.

At once, Camille tossed the phone to the bed and hurried into the bathroom. She at once turned on the water and began to scream out her vexation. The noise of the running shower covering up her screams.

Camille was so angry and stuffed inside. She wanted a release. What had she done to deserve this?! It pained her the most that the person who hurt the most was her father. Over the years, she had prayed and hoped that he would change, but the reverse was the case. He became worse.

Although she was in a position where he couldn\'t hurt her mother anymore, his blackmails and threats were becoming too much. Fine, this would be the last time. Once she gave the money to him, she would explain her stand - she was done with his shit.

Camille washed her tears-stricken face, wiping off her makeup and applying a new one - Eden can\'t notice she cried.

"You\'re a strong woman," Camille said to herself as she stared at the large mirror. She put on her smile and turned the doorknob, heading into the bedroom only to bump into her husband.

"Eden!" her eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. She couldn\'t help but wonder if he had heard everything. God, she didn\'t want that.

"W-why are you staring at me that way?" She asked nervously, faking a smile. Maybe he hasn\'t heard a thing but was suspecting something. It was not entirely impossible since she had spent a lot of time upstairs.

"Were you making up all this while?" Eden asked to her astonishment. Of all questions, she never expected that.

"Oh," She touched her cheeks, "Yes, so do I look beautiful?" she posed, intentionally teasing him to get rid of that awkward tension that had wrapped the both of them upon his arrival.

"Ugh, women," He groaned, rolling his eyes.

She laughed.

But the laughter soon died off and the both of them were back to staring at each other. This was weird.

"You look tired," Eden suddenly said, observing her.

"Oh, about that - "

"Take a rest,"

"Huh?" She blinked. What did he just say?

"You must be stressed out with everything," Eden said.

As his wife, Eden had given her a high position in the company. So she went from being a previous manager to an executive director, answering only to him. However, Camille wanted her own establishment - that was her dream - and as couples, both companies would work closely together.

"Don\'t worry, I\'ll get Anabelle home. You should just have enough rest, alright?"

Camille was completely dumbfounded. She had just been looking for an excuse to back out of the trip when fate presented one on a platter of gold.

"Alright," She gladly took the offer, "I\'ll wait for the both of you to return,"

"Sure," Eden walked over to her and held her close to his chest, placing a kiss on her forehead.

The spot where he kissed tingled and for some reason, she envisioned him kissing her on the lips deeply. Shoo away, evil though, Camille rebuked her dirty mind.

However, she looked up and froze, Eden\'s eyes had darkened and he was staring down at her lips.

"A-hem," She intentionally cleared her throat, rousing her husband from the X-rated imagination.

"I\'m leaving," He said, yet the way his hands lingered and squeezed her shoulder told Camille he would be doing more than just leaving if she gives him the invitation.

But then, this wasn\'t the time to roll under the sheet with him. She was grateful for the fact that her marriage has been going well lately, denying Eden just once wouldn\'t kill him.

"See you," was her goodbye and her husband let her be at last. Thankfully. Camille saw him off and was sure he had left before coming back to change into casual clothes, took her car keys, and left.

Camille went to the bank where she requested a withdrawal. Being Eden\'s wife had its perks because she was welcomed into the manager\'s office immediately amid the long queue. They didn\'t even ask what she needed the money for and processed her request.

Camille didn\'t move a finger, the bank staff served her and were even the ones who moved the money to her car.

"We hope to bank with you another day, Mrs. Spencer," the staff said to her as she climbed into her car. Camille simply tipped the banker for his hard work and took off to the location her father had sent to her.