Chapter 295 - Two Hundred And Ninety-five: A Wild Night (2/2)

”Let's go then,” Eden held out his hand, gesturing to her to lead the way as if saying, ”Ladies first”.

Camille got down from the stool she had been sitting on, but the drink messed with her head a bit because she stumbled.

Thinking she was about to fall, Eden was quick to reach out and snake his hands around her waist, pressing her to his body. He inhaled the sweet fragrance of her faint perfume, something stirred up in him.

Camille placed her hands on him, her manicured fingers drawing circles on his chest as they looked into each other's eyes.

”Are you okay?” he asked, breathlessly.

”Yes,” She remembered how to breathe.

He moved his warm hands off his waist which she kind of missed. Gosh! What in the world of God was wrong with her?

”Let's go,” they finally made their way out of the club.

As they left, Eden took a good glance at the woman which made him understand why the men at the club had been eyef*cking her - which kind of irked him. Women deserve respect and not to be treated as some sort of sex doll.

For sure, Camille was a beautiful blonde woman but the icing on the cake was her bottom; full and perky - there was no way surgery could give this kind of perfection. It was so natural and difficult to take the eyes off - even he stared, a little.

”Maya survived the fall,” Eden began to narrate to her the details as soon as they hit the road. He watched her face display several expressions in just a short while.

”Oh my God,” she let out a shaky breath, ”This is reliving, you don't know how much I lived with the thought of failing to protect my first artist. It ruined my life,”

”Maya didn't mean to hide it away from you but she likes her life as Reina. She thinks of it as a rebirth, like achieving Nirvana or something - she'd explain better when you both meet,” Eden told her, taking his eyes off the road to look at her face briefly.

Camille smiled at him.

He smiled back, then fixed his eyes back on the road as they drove in silence. Not long after, he arrived at her place, a decent bungalow amongst the rows of others in this neat neighborhood.

”Thanks for the ride tonight,” She said, leaning forward to peck him on the cheeks, her lips lingering longer than required.

”You're welcome,” Eden whispered, kind of wishing it was her lips on his. Get behind me, Satan! He pushed that ridiculous thought to the back of his mind.

After that, Camille got out of the car and Eden was ready to leave before he lost his senses when he heard her ask,

”Do you want to come in for tea or coffee?”

Of course, Eden knew the possibility of what could happen in there with her - they were a man and woman for Christ's sake. He could have said ”No” as the gentleman he had always been but he found himself agreeing to her request and followed her into the house like a lost puppy.

”You can take a look around, I'd get the tea ready,” she said, going over to the kitchen while he lingered in the living room.

From the look of things, she lived alone and seemed to enjoy cleanliness, her things were arranged in order; nothing was out of place.

”You live alone?” Eden asked, sensing her enter the room.

”Yes, I live alone. Is that a problem? ”

”No, it's not a…. ” Eden trailed off as soon as he noticed she had taken off her jacket and let her hair down. She was indeed beautiful.

”With you staring at me that way, don't blame me for doing this”

Eden was taken back when she reached out, grabbed his shirt, and lowered his head to kiss him. It was short-lived, yet a mind-blowing kiss.

Eden looked her straight in the eyes questioningly, and when he got the answer he needed, plunged deep into the kiss like a horse diving in for water. Desperate for more like he had been starved for years, he deepened the kiss by threading his fingers through her hair, groaning against her lips as she kissed him back with the same ferocity while he held her close to feel him - and the evidence of his arousal. Tonight was going to be a wild one.