The Billionaire’s Desires Vol.12-13

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Emma Maugham moves to Paris to study...At least, that's what she thinks when she moves into the little attic apartment in a building owned by the mysterious multimillionaire Charles Delmonte.
Like a magnet, subjected to an uncontrollable attraction and then a sudden separation, Emma discovers the sensuality of an sensual relationship in the arms of the young and handsome Charles...but where is this going to lead?
A Possessive Billionaire is the most sensational sensual novel to have been released since Fifty Shades of Grey.

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The world is divided between mortals and vampires. Society seems to have adapted to the coexistence of the two species, but doubts persist.
One night, a big sedan comes careening down the road and runs over Héloïse, a 22-year old woman. The man who steps out is obviously in a hurry. He picks her up and carries her to the car. This man is Gabriel, a gorgeous, mysterious vampire. Héloïse is going to have to stay at his house until the next new moon, 27 days later.
Sienna Lloyd describes their sensual and fascinating relationship with eloquence. A troubling, enchanting book at the crossroads between Twilight and Fifty Shades of Grey!

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I don't know how long I stayed there, looking at the wallpaper in the little office at my parents' house, staring at nothing in particular with my eyes full of tears. A few long moments after his devastating phone call, Gabriel's voice still resonates in my mind. His stifled sobs just crushed me. I don't know where I am anymore, which planet I'm on, which dimension I'm in. His words felt like a condemnation. He loves me, but he still loves her. Yes, he does, I'm sure of it. I should be mad at myself for being so naïve, for believing that I was enough for him. For thinking he wouldn't suddenly change his mind when he found his resuscitated fiancée once again. I should have yelled, defended myself, reminded him who I was, made him tell me more, but all my strength left me. The light wood door opens and my sister lets out a cry of surprise upon seeing me lying on the floor.

“Amandine, what is it now? We've been waiting for you for a half hour!”

“Gabriel and... Eleanor,” I say, barely able to string three words together.

“He found her?” she asks, the glow of curiosity in her eyes.

I thought she'd be worried upon finding me down on the floor in tears, but I realise she doesn't understand what to do. Camille isn't really indifferent or selfish, she simply doesn't know how to react in this type of situation.

Take me in your arms and comfort me – that'd be a good start.

“Yes.”

“Her, or just a trace of her? Did he see her? Did he touch her?”

“Camille, you're not helping much,”

“If you don't tell me everything, I can't help you, little sister,” she says gently, sitting down next to me on the grey moquette.

“He didn't say anything else. Just that he had found her again and that he was... lost.”

“Lost? You mean that he doesn't know where he is anymore? In terms of you? That's typical of men, they're incapable of making choices!”

“Camille,” I say, almost begging her to stop twisting the knife in my wound.

“Amandine, I swear that if he leaves you for her, I'll... I'll...”

“That's enough! Camille, we need to take Amandine home now,” says Silas, who's just appeared out of nowhere.

Seeing his handsome face, so similar in every way to Gabriel's, knocks me down even further. I dissolve into sobs, unable to control the wave of grief that washes over me. The twin gently picks me up from the floor and carries me to his car, as my sister goes to tell my parents and gather up my things. Once we're on the road, the couple stay quiet, yet exchanges a few sympathetic glances. As if they knew that my fate was sealed, that my love story was over, that Gabriel had to choose and that Eleanor had the upper hand.

I haven't been able to close my eyes for two days. I haven't gone to work, I haven't seen anyone, I've barely eaten a thing. I've spent hours staring at my phone and computer screens, but no news. I'm horrendously mad at Gabriel for inflicting this silence upon me, for casting me aside, for not saving me from all this suffering. There's nothing worse than all this uncertainty and doubt. “I don't know... I don't know anymore”: this cursed phrase plays over and over in my head, as if someone's decided to torture me by pressing the 'repeat' button. This someone, I realise bitterly, is Diamonds. The man I love more than anything is treating me as if I were nothing. And I always come back for more.

Feels like déjà-vu…

Marion has been harassing me non-stop since Camille told her what happened. I've been holding out on her. I haven't responded to any of her calls or texts. Hearing all the bad things she has to say about Gabriel is not going to make me feel any better.

Although...

After pretending to watch a film on Sunday evening, I get ready to go to bed when my doorbell rings. Once. Twice. Ten times.

Marion Aubrac, I'm going to skin you alive!

There she is indeed, standing on the other side of the door, an embarrassed smile on her lips. Tristan is right next to her, leaning against a wall. I motion for them to enter, without saying a word. Finally, my best friend breaks the silence and launches into the hostilities.

What a surprise.

“Okay, Amandine. You're not going to die over this asshole!”

“Pardon?”

“You heard me very well. I'm glad we came here, I'm sure you haven't eaten anything for three days! I wanted to stop by yesterday but Camille and Tristan wouldn't let me. They told me to give you some space, as if that was going to change anything,” she says, shooting her brother a murderous look.

The invasive brunette finds a pan in my cupboard, fires up the stove and empties the shopping bag she's carrying over her shoulder. Apparently, the menu of the day has already been decided: steaks, canned ratatouille and chocolate fondant.

“Marion, it's eleven o'clock at night. The last thing I want to eat is a steak.”

“I know, but you need to force it down. You have to eat, you look like a cadaver! Red meat is going to help you get back some of your colour.”

I turn towards Tristan, hoping he'll help out by putting his sister back in her place, but tonight, I realise that the Aubrac siblings have joined forces against me and my empty stomach.

“Sorry, Amandine. For once, she's right!”

For fifteen minutes, I watch brother and sister gently squabble over the meal. Tristan serves me a glass of red wine, which I lazily sip while I watch my kitchen transform into a battlefield. Marion forces her brother to put on my candy pink apron and puts on a southern accent when she talks to him. Both affronted and amused, he takes every opportunity to rebuff her, which gets him a few whacks with the utensils. I'm no fool, I know these two inside out. They're doing all they can to make me forget about my pain, to get my mind off things, to make me laugh. And it works.

I love this pair so darn much.

But the pain quickly returns. After a few mouthfuls, I push my plate away, unable to go on further. Marion and Tristan, who were eating heartily, do the same, obviously worried. For once, my best friend doesn't make any remarks. Her brother is the one who puts his foot in his mouth.

“Life goes on, Amandine. I know it hurts, I've been there myself. But you deserve better than this.”

“Better than what?”

“Better than playing the role of the teary-eyed girl who gives her whole life up for a guy who doesn't know what he wants. You need to get yourself back together, my pretty,” Marion explains, gently placing her hand on top of mine.

“I don't want your advice or your pity! You don't know what you're talking about!” I say, brushing aside this tender gesture. “Besides, what do you know about love, Marion? Real, big love, the kind you share with someone for longer than a week?”

“Amandine, no need to get your claws out! Don't be mad at Marion, she only wants the best for you. Even if she's in desperate need of a little tact,” Tristan responds, staring at his sister.

“Thanks, but I'm a big girl, I can defend myself. Maybe I don't know what you're going through, Amandine, but in the meantime, I'll always be here. Where did your Diamonds go?”

“I don't know. He's probably with her,” I admit, as my tears begin to fall.

Marion gets up, comes towards me and holds me close. The floodgates open and I explode into sobs in her arms for what feels like an eternity. She gently caresses my hair, trying to calm me as my body jolts with spasms. After a few minutes, Tristan shouts out 'group hug!' and joins us. All three of us laugh. The tension has already disappeared, and I'm grateful for their soothing and unexpected visit. Right before they leave, I remember a rather important question.