His Lethal Love
Chapter 86

Scott POV.

"Scott!" She called out again and I looked at Maura's face who was watching me with puppy eyes. Fuck!

"Scott!" My breath caught in my throat when Camille knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you in there?"

"Yes, I'm having a shower!" I replied in a raspy voice and ran my fingers through my wet hair in agitation. "Stay here!" I hissed at Maura and wrapped a towel around my waist and headed toward the door. Taking a deep breath I opened the door and looked at her. "I was taking a shower. When did you come here?"

She frowned and glanced behind me. I tried to block her eyes but she pushed me aside and stepped inside anyway.

Dammit!

"Oh, that's what you're hiding here from me," she said sharply and I closed my eyes, sighing, defeated.

"This is not what you're thinking." I turned around to see her. Maura was still on the floor, naked. She didn't try to hide her nakedness as she checked out Camille.

"You were fucking her!" Camille shouted, turning around to see me. Her eyes were burning with anger and jealousy. I was satisfied to see that look on her face, but it wasn't the right time to be pleased.

"Yes, he was fucking me but who the hell are you questioning? And what the fuck are you doing in my husband's bathroom?" Maura spat as stood up and grabbed a robe before putting it on. "Wait, are you...?" Maura spun Camille by her shoulder roughly, gazing at her with wide eyes. "Oh, my God? Are you Camille Davidson?"

Camille glanced at me with a bitter smile. Crossing her arms over her chest she turned back to Maura and looked at her menacingly. "Yes, I am Camille Davidson. The same ugly Camille Davidson. The same Camille who tried to kill you on your wedding day." She stepped up to her, making Maura flinch. "I'm the same Camille who you humiliated numerous times..."

Suddenly, Maura lost her footing and fell into the bathtub. Camille reached out to her and pulled her out. Maura gasped for breath as she was drenched in water. "You were dead." Maura hissed, staring at Camille angrily. "How could it be possible? You're alive and..." Her eyes took in her body from head to toe. "So much has changed..."

Was Maura drunk? She knew about Camille.

"Are you two fucking?" Camille asked again, snapping her head at me.

"No," I replied quickly, looking at Maura's surprised expression. She was hurt.

"Good," Camille smirked, moving toward me. Her eyes were different. They shone with fierce desire and anger. She slid her hand behind me and locked my mouth with hers.

"Camille..." I tried to push her away but she kissed me harshly.

"I need you to take me in front of her," she demanded, gripping my hair and glaring into my eyes. "If you don't then I believe what I saw."

"Camille." I breathed heavily, trying to stop her from doing whatever she had planned in her mind. I knew she wanted revenge. I could see the thirst for revenge in her eyes. She wanted to hurt Maura; she knew what would hurt her the most. "I want you now!" She stepped back and tore her clothes one by one until nothing was left on her body. She stepped up to me and ripped the towel off my body.

Shit!

Maura stayed frozen, shocked, and hurt at the same spot.

I fucking knew I was being manipulated by that woman. She was playing the same game Maura used to play with her.

"Camille, stop it."

"But you're hard for me." She took a hold of my length, stroking it slowly. I refrained from groaning as I could feel the way she was touching me. She was touching my penis in front of my ex.

I get goosebumps all over my body.

"Shit! Cam." I grumbled, curling my hands into fists.

"Do you like it, Scott?" She kneeled in front of me and took me into her mouth.

Fuck! I wanted to die at that fucking spot.

I wanted to push her away, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. My fingers buried into her head as she glided along my shaft. I was flustered, breathing laboriously and my legs were shaky. I didn't know whether to enjoy it or hate it. But her mouth felt like a rose petal against my dick.

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Fisting her hair into my hand I pulled her to her feet and kissed her roughly. I pressed her body against mine and grabbed her into my arms. She quickly wrapped her long legs around my hips and pressed her entrance against my pelvis. A deep moan escaped her mouth when I entered her. I took her out of the room, speeding my pace and pounding into her harder.

A moment later I heard the door slam behind us as Maura ran out of the room. The elevator door opened and she left. I sighed sharply and closed my eyes. "Are you satisfied now?" I asked her quietly and opened my eyes to see Camille. "Yes." She smiled in victory. She brought her mouth near my ear, whispering. "I swear I'll finish every person who loves you, Scott Martinez. Nobody will be there for you when you need them the most. You're playing with fire." She laughed and that shook me to the core.

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My eyes peeled open. I turned to my side to see Camille lying peacefully. Our hands were intertwined and her head rested against my chest. She looked comfortable in my arms. My heart melted seeing her like this. I wish I could have her like that my whole life. When I moved her eyes opened and she looked at me.

"Uhh...good morning," I mumbled but she didn't reply and withdrew herself from me. "How are you feeling now?"

"Good," she said matter-of-factly and got up from the bed. I stayed on my bed while she walked to another room.

After a while, I took a shower and headed into the kitchen. Camille made us breakfast, eggs, sandwiches, and sausage. I sat at the kitchen counter and she offered me black coffee. "Thanks." I smiled and she nodded. "How did you get discharged from the hospital yesterday?"

"I asked Conan and he managed everything. Colette is staying with him and he will take care of her until I am living with you."

"Why don't you bring her here?"

"No, she won't come," she spoke sharply and took a bite of her sandwich. "I don't want her near you, Scott. I just don't. Please keep your distance from her."

"She is my daughter," I said defensively. "I'm her father."

"She has a father."

"He is not her fucking father, dammit!" I slammed my hand on the counter angrily.

Camille paused and watched me with surprise but after a while, she resumed eating. "I told you before that I am ready to provide whatever you need, but please don't involve my daughter in your dirty game."

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I swallowed her acidic words forcefully and sipped my coffee. My eyes were focused on my coffee mug the entire time and I refrained from talking to her. I was angry. I was so fucking angry.

After a while, Camille left for her work and I also had a few meetings. But before all this, I needed to visit my doctor and I didn't contact Amos.

I pulled my car into the parking lot of the hotel and got out. Running through my hair I headed to his room. I knocked on the door before making my way in. "Mr. Martinez." The doctor said with a huge smile on his face. "Thanks for coming here." I nodded in appreciation. "It means a lot to me."

"I just took the last flight." He grinned. "So how are you feeling?"

"Not good," I whispered and plopped into a chair. I told him the whole story and he listened to me very carefully. He laughed at last night's incident, shaking his head. "It's not funny."

"Not funny but hilarious. You were receiving a mind-blowing head from your first love in front of your ex? It's kind of strange."

I bowed my head in embarrassment, staring at the joint of my hands. "I was helpless. I felt like I was being used. I was just the source of her revenge. Fuck! I felt like a dog. I am taking whatever piece of bone she is throwing my way. I have lost my self-respect, my dignity, and my everything just to make myself available for her. She does what she pleases and..."

"And you let her do everything." The doctor smiled, scribbling something down on his notepad. "You have gotten yourself into some serious trouble, Mr. Martinez."

I talked to him for a couple of hours before heading to my office and suddenly my phone buzzed. I glanced at Rika's call. I quickly received it. "Hey, what's up?" "Where are you?" she asked me in a desperate voice, making me frown.

"Why, what happened?"

"Have you read today's headlines?"

"No. Why?"

"Maura Garcia killed herself by hanging herself in a hotel room.'

"What?!" As I slammed on the brakes, my car screeched to a halt.