HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 51

Meadow’s POV:

I chose the third dress.

Not the silk that I wore when Alaric fingered me. Not the velvet dress I wore when I rode his thigh to my orgasm. But the champagne–gold sequin dress that we didn’t do anything in.

It was a deliberate act of defiance I was pulling. But I had no other choice.

The night he had to leave for work–which I was almost fully certain that it wasn’t–he didn’t get back until way later.

I knew that because I stayed awake for hours until I just wasn’t able to and fell asleep. And then for the next two days, I was practically non–existent.

It wasn’t so bad, though. I’d finally decided to register for online classes and had basically just been trying to prepare myself and my mind for when I’d start next month

And asides that, I’d also been researching facilities that my sister could’ve possibly been in

And for a moment, I thought I found one I’d ordered an uber and found my way to the location, but the moment I got there, I knew that wasn’t it.

And when I went inside, I confirmed it.

She wasn’t there.

And I didn’t want to think of what Alaric would do if he realized what I’d done, because even Mel wasn’t around when I left.

Now, it was the evening of the gala or party or whatever his mother was throwing, and I stood in front of the mirror in the sequin dress. It was one–shouldered with an asymmetric neckline, and flowed all the way down in a fishtail hem.

It was gorgeous–to simply put it.

And perfect for defiance.

“Oh, wow,” I heard a voice say in wonder.

I spun on my heels to see a teenage girl standing at the door. She was tall–way taller than I was, and had a slim build with thick, curly hair.

My brows drew together in confusion. I had never seen her before. “Uh… hi?”

“I asked you to wait, Cami,” Mel’s voice filtered toward us. “Ay, Dios mio..” she trailed off as she saw me standing in the middle of my room.

“Oh, wow, Mrs. Meadow,” she corrected when I quirked a brow at her. She was still trying to get used to calling me by my actual name. Though, I doubted that she was actually trying. “You look absolutely-

“Hot” the teenage girl said. She couldn’t be more than eighteen. “Yeah, definitely my type.”

I coughed out a laugh

“Camilla!” Mel scolded, steeping into the room as she glared at her. And then she turned to me. “You’ll have to excuse my daughter, Meadow. She’s a bit… open–minded.”

“And gay,” Camilla cut in, shrugging when Mel scowled at her. “Which is exactly why I said you’re my type.”

My cheeks hurt from how hard I was smiling. It was so refreshing to see a face like Camilla’s and to have someone like her around.

“Well, nice to meet you, Camilla,” I said politely. “I think you and I will make great friends.”

“Well,” she tilted her head slightly, biting down on her bottom lip to hide her smile. “If we’re going to be friends, then you can call me Cami.”

Mel chuckled. “Cami’s a makeup artist and hair stylist,” she said sheepishly. “So I thought, since you’re going out tonight, you might need someone like her around.”

Something tugged at my chest and I placed my palm on it, making my way to Mel. “Oh my gosh, thank you so much, Mel” I pulled her into a hug that she wasn’t expecting. “You’re a life saver.”

I wasn’t planning on doing any makeup since I wasn’t really an expert and Nova had to be somewhere. else, but Mel being as thoughtful as this made my heart fill with warmth.

She cleared her throat awkwardly, her hands still at her sides–ever the prim and proper woman. Behind her, Cami rolled her eyes, amused.

“Well, you’re a part of this family now,” she said as I pulled away. “And I take care of this family.”

Now it was my turn to clear my throat awkwardly.

Being treated this way wasn’t something I was used to, especially with the kind of family I came from that valued only their own lives and well–being and no one else’s.

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