Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Zeke’s POV

I arrived at the forecasting company around the time I predicted Kamille should be done with her interview, but I had waited for a few minutes before I was told she was coming out of the building.

As I stepped out of the car, my eyes immediately locked with Kamille’s, and I couldn’t miss the shock on her face. For a brief moment, it seemed like time stood still as we gazed at each other.

Damn! How could I have missed how beautiful she is?

Just as quickly as she saw me, she recovered and continued walking. As she tried to pass by me, clearly avoiding any interaction, I couldn’t let her slip away without a word. I reached out and gently grabbed her arm, turning her around to face me.

After a moment in my arms, she spoke up first, “Zeke? What are you doing here? Let me go, we are in public.”

“Kamille,” I said, my voice firm but gentle, “we need to talk.”

She stared at me for awhile. She seemed hesitant. But then she said, “Well, I don’t want to talk to you and that’s why I’m avoiding you. Can you not see that or you need some extra pair of eyes?”

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“Why are you avoiding me? For how long will it go on like this?” I asked with worry etched across my forehead.

“For as long as you need to forget me.” She replied evading her eyes from meeting mine.

“But you cannot do that, we still have some things to discuss, Kamille.” I said.

“What is there to talk about?” She asked as her forehead arched into a frown. “Zeke, I know something happened between us which was not supposed to, but can you just not pretend it never happened?” She asked.

“This is so embarrassing,” she added under her breath. I looked around to see the occasional stares from passersby but I didn’t care.

“I’m sorry Kamille for what happened that night, I know I should not have gone through with it but I can not forget it happened.” I replied.

Looking into her eyes I added, “The events of that night have been haunting me for so long. Thoughts and memories of you haunt me every night before I sleep and every morning when I wake. So tell me how can one forget that?”

She shifted her eyes and finally stared them into mine. I saw her eyes flicker with emotions, almost as though she could see the hurt, the sadness and the confusion in mine.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, reaching out to touch her arms. She let out a light gasp as though unprepared for my sudden touch.

I knew my touch was affecting her as much as it was affecting me. Despite my influence and power, I didn’t mind being vulnerable in that moment.

Only Kamille had that ability. Only she ever will.

“Come with me.” I urged, my voice hoarse from the raging emotions.

“Leave me the fuck alone Zeke. I don’t want to say anything to you.” She protested. Trying to release herself from my grip.

Ignoring her protests, I held her hands and led her back into the building. We stepped into the elevator, and I pressed the button for the sixty fifth floor.

“Zeke are you crazy?” She yelled. “I don’t have shit to say to you! Just let me go.” She demanded. But instead, I gently pinned her against the wall, my emotions racing.

“I’m sorry for the other night.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I don’t regret it. I’ve missed you so much.” I stared into her eyes, wishing I could bring to life the things in my head. Her lips were calling out to me, they needed attention.

I let my eyes wander over her fair skin. She was so beautiful. I could remember how she called my name that night. She had gripped at my waist, not letting me go. I wished I could bring her to the world of pure ecstasy at the moment, but I had to control myself.

Her shocked expression returned, “What the hell are you even saying? Don’t you have somewhere else you should be? Why are you even doing all this Zeke? You and I have been over ages ago, so just get the fuck out my life!”

I sighed, taking a moment to collect my thoughts before speaking again. “It’s too late.”I said softly. “You’re already back here, and I regret every day of the past four years that I let you go. I promise I’ll never let you go again.”

She stared at me for a couple of minutes before letting out a dry laugh. “How old do you think I am Zeke? Five or maybe four? You can tell those lies to someone else, definitely not me!”

I was about to say something but she beat me to it. “Zeke, you and I are done, we now have our different lives to live. You once thought I was dead. Please let those thoughts be revived, pretend you never saw me.”

Her words pierced my heart in ways I could not describe. I felt my heart ramming against my chest uncontrollably.

Was it hurt? Or was it pain? Or maybe it was both.

“Kamille.” I called out and tried to hold her again but she evaded me. Her words hurt me. I wanted to tell her all I knew, how much I came to realize but her emotions were not welcoming and my words refused to sound true enough.

“I’m really sorry Kamille.” I said solemnly.

I saw her calm a bit. Then I considered telling her about her family, how deceptive they were and how I was lied to. I wanted to tell her that it was not of my intentions to harm or cause her hurt and pain, that I was blindly driven by the information I was fed.

But before I could say anything more, my phone rang, interrupting the moment.

Fuck! I cursed.

It was Andrew my chief security, he would not call if he didn’t have something important to say. But Kamille was here. I unconsciously looked up at her.

“What?” She asked with a smirk on her face, the calm expression dissipated like it never existed. “Go ahead and pick it up. You and I were not meant to be here anyways.” She added harshly.

I could not mutter up a good response as I stared between her and my ringing phone. Taking advantage of my conflicted state, she pushed past me and walked away without giving a second glance back at me. Anger brewed inside of me. I answered the call.

“Speak.” I spoke coldly into the phone.

“We have information on Mr Christopher George.” He responded.

He could have just fucking sent it to my mail. Except he had something else to say.

“And so?” I asked my patience wearing out. Afterall, he knew better than to waste my time on gibberish.

“He has also been spotted with Miss Kamille and they seemed to be very well acquainted.” He replied. I ended the call.

My anger flared, mixing with a tinge of jealousy, then I slammed my fist against the wall. I turned and stared in the direction Kamille had just left.