Page 74 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

I am glad she was sticking around when I found her. I'd cross every border if it meant getting Camile back to me.

"I am happy for you, bro," Henry says, but he doesn't sound happy. He sounds like something is wrong; it has everything to do with Amelia.

“Are you okay, Henry?” I ask him over the phone.

"Yes," he lies, "I am fine, but I think Amelia wants some space. She won't talk to me for days, which worries me."

I am not in the right place to tell Henry everything is his fault, but I now console him with what he needs to hear. "I will have Camile speak to her."

I am not sure Camile will oblige my plea because she doesn't like Henry. She still thinks Amelia is better off without Henry, and since the time she first saw Henry with Julia, she thinks Henry is a big scum.

“Brace up, bro,” I console him, “you will be fine.”

I am not sure he will be fine. I know the gravity of what he had done to Amelia, and the pain he had caused her, and it is only good to make Amelia decide. "I will be back in two days," I promise him, "and we can talk more about it."

Henry hangs up the call, and I return to Camile in the living room. She takes my hand as she leads me to the dining room. "Come," she says, "Halie made us dinner."

I sit beside Camile in the living room, and we all dig into the plate of potatoes and chicken fried steak. Everyone eats silently as I occasionally glance at Camile beside me.

The table becomes chatty when Halie comes back with dessert. It is a plate of chocolate mousse with salted caramel and mochi. The twins are hellbent on knowing how I got two private jets.

Seeing George, who my father betrayed, in the room makes it uncomfortable for me to talk about the hospital, so I only tell them they need to work hard.

When dinner is finished, we say goodnight as we retire to our separate rooms. Camile pulls me aside. She tugs at my shirt and tells me to sleep in her room. I look ahead to see if anyone is looking. "Are you sure about it?"

"Yes," she says, "I want you to sleep wherever I am." I retire to Camile's room, but I think it is a bad idea to sleep with Camile in her father’s house. Camile makes me crazy, and I cannot take my eyes off her.

Being with her and unable to touch her like I want is the greatest punishment I ever had. I can't touch her here. I can only kiss her and wrap my hands around her. But I want to do more for her.

I want to feel her in my arms and take her into the clouds. I want her to moan my name into my ear; and from the way Camile's breath is heaving, I know she wants that too.

We both fall silent, as if speaking would make us lose control, and we'd have hot steamy sex. We both hold each other as if our lives depend upon it.

“I am sorry, Camile,” I eventually break the silence. “I am sorry you had to go through all that with my mother. You don’t know how sorry I am.”

“I know,” Camile replies, “and you made things right already.”

I slowly push her to see her face. “Speaking of making things right,” I begin. “Your resignation letter is invalid. That means you still have a job at the hospital.”

Camile chuckles as she asks why I consider her resignation letter invalid. I shrug and offer, "Because I say so, and I don't want to lose one of the brightest minds in my hospital."

“I am glad I have my job back,” Camile says.

“You never lost your job,” I affirm. “According to the record, you only took a break.”

I turn Camile around, and scoop her into my arms. The chirping sound of distant birds accompanies the silent night as we both drift off.

****

Making Camile come back home was the best thing that ever happened to me. Now, we are both in Richmond after promises to her siblings about coming to visit often.

We are both willing to visit, and my promises to them aren't bluffs or an easy way to make them let us go. I will visit them soon, or better yet, make them visit Camile and me when I put a ring on her finger.

I take her luggage to her closet. I can hear her exhale from relief and the gladness in her heart that she is finally back home. Back to where she belongs.

"I should see my mother," Camile says. "I should see Amelia and let her know she is not alone in all of these."

I pull her closer as my hands go up her dress. “We are finally alone.” I look into her eyes. “I have looked forward to being alone with you since I got to your father’s house.”

---