Chapter 88

Kamille’s POV

The best part was that every single damn time I set my eyes on him, in pain or in joy, all I wanted was for him to be mine and for me to be his. Together with our kids, making one big beautiful family.

Zeke joined me at the table, his gaze lingering on me until I felt uncomfortable. “What?” I asked, trying to break the silence.

“Sorry,” he said, looking away. “I didn’t mean to stare.” He gulped down the alcohol in front of him, and we sat in silence for a while longer.

I bet that although we still had our senses intact, we were both somewhat tipsy at the end of the dinner. Not wanting to be seen in that state Zeke escorted me to the elevator that would take us to the private car park.

The elevator suddenly felt hot. I felt it was just on my part, but I noticed Zeke unbutton his tuxedo, taking it off, then he also went ahead to undo a few buttons on his shirt, revealing his perfect Adam's apple and showing off a bit of that appl