Chapter 63

Camille’s POV

I remember wiping my tears and heading to the bathroom to yank off my top over my head only to send my naked bosom to him via Gmail because he had stopped receiving my texts, if I didn’t know better, I would say he blocked me temporarily back then. So I sat down, cross legged in the most sexy lingerie I had ever bought, waiting for Jack to come home.

Well, my nude picture did the magic even though it was my first time of sending out my nudes. In less than an hour, I heard his Benz zoom into the compound with a roaring pur pur and loud music blasting from his stereo. He came home half drunk, holding a bottle of Smirnoff on his hand and staggered upstairs.

“Jack, are you okay?” I had tucked some strands of my hair behind my ear while supporting him with my other hand.

“You have just made me the happiest man, Camille.” He tapped my nose and made a Boop sound.

“Well, I’m glad to have pleased