Killion: Did you come, baby?
Camille: Yes.
Killion: Good. Now imagine how much better it’ll feel when it’s my hands, my mouth, my cock making you come.And that’s a promise.
Camille: We . . . we shouldn’t be doing this. It’s like we’re skipping what really matters and the foundation has cracks. Could we even survive if we try again?
Killion: I know, I know I should be showing you how much you mean to me, but this . . . this is something I crave and I’m so fucking hungry. It’s been years without you. Will we survive? I fucking hope so. Does this mean you’ll let me in? You’ll give me a chance?
Camille: I . . . yes. Just don’t make me regret this, Killion.
Killion: You won’t regret it, baby.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Killion: Morning, I didn’t want to interrupt your yoga session. Maybe you can give me access to your place so I can drop off your morning coffee tomorrow?
Camille: Nice try, Crawford. You’re not entering to my place freely.
Killion: But I gave you my code last night after dinner.
Camille: My birthday is not necessarily a code. I’ve known it for a long time. And why would you use my birthday as a code?
Killion: I know it well.
Camille: We never celebrated.
Killion: No, by September I had already done the most stupid thing in the world.
Camille: It wasn’t very smart, but I get it. You knew how Dad handled the people who pissed him off. You were looking after your fathers.
Killion: Have you talked to them? Your parents?
Camille: Yep. They called me last night. We had a long discussion. I’m upset at them. Sure, they were looking after me and my future, but that didn’t give them the right to threaten you.
Killion: It’s in the past and we’re moving forward.
Camille: You say it as if it’s so simple.
Killion: Nope, I know you’re still upset and I have to make you fall in love with me if I want the girl.
Camille: By the way, Scottie texted me. She’d like to discuss my business. I already have an investor.
Killion: Have you signed yet?
Camille: Not yet, but I can’t just drop them like that.
Killion: Check with your lawyer. If you haven’t signed it’s their problem.
Camille: I would be an asshole if I don’t sign.
Killion: They’re using you, and what happens if they decide not to invest? You uprooted yourself for nothing.
Camille: You know what’s funny?
Killion: What’s funny?
Camille: You sound like my father. You two don’t trust anyone.