His Lethal Love
Chapter 19

Present.

Camille POV.

"How do you make a living?" Conan asked with a radiant smile on his face.

"Uh... um..." I clutched the glass in my hand, feeling uncomfortable as he glanced at my cleavage before looking back at me.

"Well, I am an asshole, but..." he smiled before taking off his jacket and putting it on me. "But not that asshole that makes women feel uncomfortable with my gaze. Of course, I want to bed you at some point, but only with your consent." I raised my eyes at him as he gave me another playful wink.

"Thank you," I said while sipping my wine and looking at Scott, whose eyes were immediately drawn to us. His eyes were so sharp, I shivered when they fixed on Conan as if he was about to tear him in half. The sight of him amused me for some reason; it seemed as if he was feeling something he shouldn't be feeling. Maura stood next to him, demanding his attention while he was keeping a watchful eye on us.

"I didn't get my answer. What do you do?" Conan drew my attention to him.

"I'm a servant," I said, catching his surprised look, but he immediately brushed it away with a genuine smile. He had a more attractive physique than Calvin Klein's models. It would be impossible to replace a woman who hadn't checked him out at the party. Several of them kept staring at him shamelessly. "Maura hired me."

"Oh, you poor thing." He glanced at Maura and scowled at her appearance. "In Hollywood, she is infamous."

"I guess I'm satisfied with my job," I said with a fake smile.

"If you're interested, I have the right job for you."

"Mr. Conan Arthur, you're wrong if you think you can get between my legs. I will never sleep with you."

He broke into a chuckle while running his finger through his blonde hair. "I told you I wanted to bed you only if you consented. Anyway, I won't pay for sex. Women come to me for sex... call me arrogant, but it's true." "You're famous for your sleeping skills." I teasingly remarked, and he grinned back.

"So you would want to know that skill, right?"

"Ugh, I'd rather stay celibate than share a bed with you."

"The more you resist me, the more I'm smitten with you," he said with a flirtatious smile. It never occurred to me that the most famous actor in Hollywood could be so charming, chivalrous, and cheerful. It makes sense now why many women are attracted to Conan Arthur. People were attracted to him because of the glow he had. He treated women with respect, and he always had a smile on his face. I might have already fallen in love with him if I hadn't loved Scott.

I did not know where Archie had disappeared, leaving me with this handsome devil, and Scott's hawk-like eyes were giving me the creeps. I was afraid he would do something he shouldn't have. Scott kept watching us with a blank expression while Muara kept pulling him, whispering sweet words to him. All I wanted was for Archie to free me from this tumultuous situation. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Although I enjoyed Conan, I hated seeing Scott. He still believed that I loved Samuel and was afraid of dating anyone else. But his assumption was wrong. It was my dream to get married and have my family. Things seemed fine until he arrived in my life. I was there because of him. He was the only person who would make me feel so much love and hate at the same time.

"You're the only woman who doesn't want to sleep with me." Conan laughed while gazing at me. "It looks like you're a hard person to please. I just thought all good-looking women were easy." He grinned as my face blushed. "Now you're getting on my nerves." I hissed softly, and he broke into another chuckle. I had never seen a man as smiley as him.

"How about I tell you a joke," Conan said, and I frowned. "In the middle of a dark forest, a man and a woman have sex. After about 15 minutes, the man finally gets up and says, 'Damn, I wish I had a flashlight!' The woman replies, 'Me too. You've been eating grass for the past ten minutes!""

Then I burst into loud laughter.

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"Stop it, Conan. For Christ's sake." I laughed frantically to get away from him. A chuckle broke out while he tickled my neck, armpits, and waist. "If you don't stop being childish, I will surely kill you." "Would you like me to tell you another joke?"

"Oh, no!" I blurted out. "I'll pee in my gown if you don't stop your dirty jokes."

"Only one..."

"No!"

"Please..." I stopped and looked at him with serious eyes.

"No!" I spat. "Now, let me go." I opened the door of his car and was about to climb out, but he held my arm tightly. "Now what?" I slurred, my vision blurry for a moment.

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"Camille..." he whispered, suddenly looking serious. "You've made my evening so beautiful." I frowned as he continued. "I've met nobody like you. My house would be crowded with hundreds of children if I had found one like you. You made me feel valued. You're not attracted to my face, my wealth, and my fame..."

For some reason, his every word sounded so genuine.

"Now, I'm gonna do something I've never done before..." he leaned forward and kissed my head. "It's silly to say, but I feel you want it so badly."

My heart melted for this man. Before he slowly hypnotized me I quickly got out of the car and headed straight to Maura's house. Archie got an urgent call, so he had to leave early, but who knows this blonde would grab the opportunity and give me a ride.

I inserted the spare key in the lock and opened the door. Hearing a strange movement in the empty house made my heart skip a beat.

"Maura!" I called out as I approached the living room. "Hello..." I said, looking across the pitch-black hall. "Maura, are you there?" She couldn't be there because she had been living with Scott for a week. Archie had told me that no one would be home and I couldn't call him as he left for New York.

When I heard a crack of glass somewhere in the house, I was frozen with fear. "Hello." I swallowed hard and walked into the kitchen to check the source of the sound. There was no one there. Walking to the backyard, I surveyed the garden, but there was no one to be seen. Turning around, I went upstairs to Maura's room, only to replace it empty. As I noticed her entire room filled with her and Scott's picture, my heart sank. In her walking closet, I examined her expensive dresses, shoes, purses, makeup, and lingerie. Scott's clothes occupied the other side. Reaching one of his t-shirts, I smelled it, instantly feeling his warmth.

A squeal escaped my lips when a tall shadow covered my body. "Are you stealing something, love?" I turned around and looked up at him with wide eyes. "Scott..." I whispered in surprise at seeing him. With dark, angry eyes and a snarl in his mouth, he looked furious.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded as he moved forward and invaded my personal space.

"I came here to..." I lost my voice when I didn't know what to say. After releasing a deep sigh, I returned to the counter, placed his t-shirt there, and walked out.

"Camille!" he called angrily behind me. "Stop now!"

"Just leave me alone!" I shouted softly before leaving the room.

"I said stop the fucking now!" he roared, grasping my arm and pushing me against a nearby wall. His musky and sweet smell washed over me. "Stop now!" He exhaled furiously.

"Now, what do you want from me?" I gritted my teeth, glaring at him with the same fervor.

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My stomach tingles when his eyes focus on my lips as if he was about to kiss me. "Let me go, Scott. I'm tired." I tried to yank my arm from his tight grip.

"You're not allowed to get away from me, Camille." He sneered. "You seemed quite comfortable with Conan Arthur," he said with a hint of jealousy while running his eyes down my body. "You look completely filth in this dress. Don't be what you could never be."

His remark hurt me but I didn't let it touch my face as I kept my expression neutral and said sweetly, "As long as Conan Arthur likes my brand-new look, I don't give a damn about others' views."

And it twisted his gut, as I could tell from his expression. "Anyway, you're tart."

Angrily, I broke myself free from his grip and shoved him off. "You make me sick to my stomach, bastard." I marched towards my room but froze the moment he shouted from behind me.

"You don't even remember what day it is today, Camille Davidson?" It confused me when I heard the pain in his voice. "Today is your mother's death anniversary."

Dazed, I turned to him, gazing at him in shock. "What's the date today?" My voice was barely audible.

"September 22..."

"What?" I whispered as tears gathered in my eyes. "How could I forget it?" I held my head in my hands, staring at the floor with blurry vision.

"Do you remember that night when your mother tragically died?" I said nothing as he continued. "She was begging and crying for you. She wanted to see you and hear your voice the last time, but what were you doing when she was taking her last breath...?" He stepped forward, and I shook my head, unable to hear that. "What were you doing?" He shouted, causing me a jolt violently. "You were fucking my brother while your mother was dying in a hospital bed."

"Please stop it now!" I pleaded while covering my ears with my hands. "Please..." I squeezed my eyes and my disastrous past flashed across my eyes as if it happened yesterday.

He stopped just an inch away from me. "She'll never forgive you, Camille Davidson. No one will forgive you."