His Lethal Love

Scott POV.

Life put me in a surreal situation. I had never thought that life would treat me with the love of my daughter. Though Camille hated me, Colette loved me like hell. She didn't know about me yet she gave me the love no one had ever given me before. Now, I'm scared of her. I'm scared that I will not be there for her when she needs me most. I knew Camille had Conan but I was not sure if he proved to be a good father for my daughter. It had been two weeks since we had dinner that night and when I saw him he looked different and distracted. I didn't know what was going on between Rika and Conan but it appeared serious. I had to talk about it with Camille.

"Good morning, Colbey." Colette chirped out as she headed toward me. Grabbing her I sat her on a tall stool on the kitchen island.

"Sleep well?" I asked while pouring her milk into her glass.

"I did and you?"

"I slept well."

"Good morning, honey." Camille walked out from my room and hugged Colette. Her face was graced with motherly love and my heart melted to see them like that. They looked so adorable together. I wish I could be part of their lives. "You smell good." Colette sniffed her mother's dress. "Like chocolates."

Camille grinned and took out the baked cookies from the oven. "I just prepared your favourite cookies."

"Wow!" Colette lunged at the cookies' tray. "Thanks, Mum."

"You're welcome." When Colette removed one cookie from the tray Camille turned to me and held out cookies' tray in front of me. I smiled and took one while thanking her. When I took a bite of it, all the memories flooded into my head. Our high school memories. Camille liked to cook, and her homemade cookies were my favourite. She used to treat me to those cookies whenever I felt down. Camille watched my reaction as I looked at her with such intense emotion. I hoped she would see how much I had changed and take me back to her life. I hoped she would give me one chance to prove my love. I wish she could see how much she means to me.

"Delicious." I smiled. Camille's eyes fell in disappointment when I gave her that reaction. Did she expect me to do something else? Of course, she did because I could see that in her eyes. Did she make these treats specifically for me?

"You made it different, Mum." Colette interrupted while munching. "This one is more delicious. Why didn't you try this one before?"

"Because I forgot the recipe but someone reminded me." A knowing smile stretched on her lips as our eyes locked.

Sometimes I considered telling her about my situation but then I didn't want her sympathy. I knew Camille would certainly show her compassion. She may hate me, but still, she has a soft spot for me. Sometimes she lets her guard down and lets me see how much she cares about me. It had been over two months since she had been living with me. I still had four months to express my love. Hopefully, she will forgive me in the end.

When Colette climbed off her stool and ran out into the garden to play with her cute puppy friend Cooper. Camille grabbed the glass and plate before putting them in the sink. She started to clean the kitchen counter, avoiding me the entire time. I picked, she didn't want to talk to me so I stood up and made my way to my room but she called me out from behind, "Wait."

I turned around to look at her. Her hands rested on her hips as she watched me. It was kind of cute that she wore an apron and gloves. "I found some medical reports in your drawer..."

"You rummaged through my drawers?" I cut her sharply, making her frown in surprise.

"Yeah, I found some medical reports."

"Stop it, Camille!" I gritted my teeth out and she snapped her mouth shut, looking surprised. "Stop spying on me."

"I was not spying on you, Scott." She defended. "Why would I do that?"

I ran my fingers through my hair in irritation, rushing to my room. I gathered all my files and scanned everything. Thankfully, Camille had seen my other medical report. How could I be this stupid to put everything in here? What if she saw everything?

Damn it! I couldn't let her see that. When I heard someone open the door, I quickly put those papers in my shoes box and turned around.

"Scott!"

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She was giving me the creeps. When she walked closer, I straightened up, running my hands in my face. I hoped she would not see how much I was trembling. "Yes."

She stepped up to me, her eyes taking me from head to toe. I didn't fucking know what she was thinking while watching me like I was an alien. "Why are you flustering?" She tiptoed, placing her soft hand on my forehead, and checking my body temperature. "Are you okay?"

Fuck! That look in her eyes. It is obvious, she cares so much about me.

I wanted to hit something very hard to let out my frustration. I didn't know why I felt angry. Maybe because she looked through my drawers without my consent or maybe I was angry about my health. I was so fucking helpless. No one could help me with this matter, not even Camille herself.

"I'm fine, Cam," I said calmly but my heart was still racing.

"Your hospital report?" She was concerned but she didn't want to show me how much she was concerned about me.

"That one was one year old when I got stitches on my back." Her eyes grew worried. "I accidentally hit my back while shooting an action scene." I sighed and turned around. After removing my shirt I pointed to my scar. "It was hurting me so much that I was unable to move from my bed for a whole week."

Camille sighed while brushing my scars softly. Her fingers gave me this tingly feeling. "Oh." She mumbled grazing at my back. She stayed silent for a while before saying, "Is there something you want to share with me?"

"Are you asking me this?" I laughed and pulled on my shirt, turning around to look at her.

"Yeah, why can't I?"

"No, I thought you didn't care about me."

"I don't but I would be very happy to hear bad news about you." She winked, caressing her fingers along my jawline. "Trust me, I will be very happy to crush you in my fist." She held out a fist, a smiling toothly. Suddenly she stopped smiling her hands on my shirt as she was removing it and running her fingers across my chest. I breathed hard. She placed her mouth on my neck, running her tongue over my skin. "You're so warm. Are you afraid of me?"

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I snapped my eyes at her, laughing. "Seriously, Cam?" I gently grabbed her by her hair, bringing her mouth closer to me. "Not even in my most horrific nightmare will I fear you. You are a gorgeous witch." I slid my tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately and knocking the breath out of her. She sucked in the air when I bit her lower lip. Her palms pressed against my chest as she begged for oxygen. I pulled myself back. We both breathed hard. Our eyes were hard and hot as we gazed at each other.

I snatched her mouth again pressing her body against me. I could feel her body trembling with passion. Without breaking our kiss I unzipped her dress, unclasped her bra, and removed her panties. She kicked off her dress and curled her legs around my hips. I took her into the bathroom, pressing her back against the cold tile wall. I removed my pants along with my briefs before entering her little rougher. Her body jerked upwards due to the sudden impact.

I breathed into her face, kissing her everywhere while sliding in and out of her slowly. That time we kept it slow and loving.

"Ah!" Camille gasped when I reached out between her legs, stroking her clit while penetrating inside her. "Scott!" She almost begged for more.

I smiled, pressing my head against her while speeding up. My hips thrust into her harder and faster. "Christ!" Every muscle of my body tightened when I reached my climax. Once we were finished I squeezed my eyes, gasping for breath. We stayed close, skin-to-skin for a while.

"Are you on protection?" I asked her.

"No." She shook her head.

"I don't want you to get pregnant again." I laughed, turning on the shower. The cold water splashed on us. Camille's breath hitched when I ran my fingers through her hair. I cupped her face and kissed her softly. "I love you, Cam."

Camille paused and didn't kiss me back. I knew it hurt her every time I confessed my love but it was too difficult to hold back so many emotions. There were a lot of things I wanted to share with her. There was so much I wanted to confess. Our noses rubbed when Camille looked at me with eyes full of feelings. She stared at me for a few beats before ripping herself away from me and covering her body with a towel.

I looked at her leaving but she paused at the bathroom door and glanced at me over her shoulder. "I'll always hate you, Scott, no matter what. There is nothing left between us."

I kept quiet as she slammed the door shut, letting me know how mad she was.