CHAPTER THREE
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Cameron's POV
For three years I searched everywhere for the courageous drunken woman who succeeded in making my wolf feel all pleasures it never knew existed and left us both craving her touch.
Before I woke up the next morning, she was gone, and I searched crazily for her.
I had my men search the entire town for her. I didn’t leave out the bartender, whom I constantly asked if she showed up again after providing him with a sketch of what I could remember of her face. But there was no luck with finding her.
Yet, I didn't give up. How was I to give up when, after what seemed like an eternity, I found my mate?
“Are you crazy?” She screamed at me, rousing me back to the conversation at hand.
I let out a soft chuckle and clicked my tongue. She looked even more desirable in her disheveled hair, and the thought of running a hand through it bit at me.
“No, I'm not. I'm Cameron Giovanni,” I beamed, extending a hand for a handshake.
She slapped my hands away. “I don't care who you are or what your name is; get out of my house!” She barked.
That feistiness aroused my wolf, and I held back the urge to pounce on her and mark her right there.
“Marry me, Lily, and I'll give you everything you've ever dreamt of,” I offered.
She snickered loudly. “My name isn't Lily, and I would never do something as crazy as marrying you. What the hell do you even take me for? I don't even know who you are!”
“You did seduce me into bed three years ago; I think that qualifies as crazy. You could get to know me if you want. I'm Cameron Giovanni,” I said, reintroducing myself.
She threw a pillow at me, which I effortlessly dodged. “You think you're some hotshot in a romance movie that tracks down that one girl you had a one-night stand with and marries her? Who do you think you are? The multibillionaire Cameron Giovanni?”
I laughed softly. “Yes, I am.”
She laughed hysterically, but she suddenly stopped, as if remembering something.
I smirked as I watched the realization of my identity dawn on her.
“Y—You are Cameron Giovanni? The wealthiest man in the States?” She exclaimed.
I wore a smug look and tutted. “Don't make a big deal about it.”
“What do you want with me? Are you suing me for s****l harassment?”
I laughed at her silly theory. “No, Lily, I told you. I'm here for you. Marry me.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Why? You possibly don’t mean that. I’m just some random woman you happened to meet.”
How was I to tell her that I'm obsessed with her and I luckily found her because I had a business deal to close in town and caught a whiff of her scent in a restaurant? I also stayed in the town for a whole month, visiting every restaurant I knew, hoping to run into her.
“I have my ways. Remember all those who made you live like this? I can make them pay for what they did. You said to me that night that you wanted to have your revenge on each and every one of them for taking away your life. I can make that happen.”
“In exchange, I have to marry you?”
“Yes.”
“That’s ridiculous. Of what use would that be to you?”
“You, Lily. You're all I've ever wanted.”
She looked at me like I was insane and shook her head as if weighing her options.
“Where's her father?” I asked, gesturing at Xyla.
She was instantly alert and stood up, placing a sleeping Xyla carefully on the bed, and she carefully guided me out to the veranda of the room, not wanting to wake up the child.
Then, she poked a finger at me. “Leave Xyla out of this! She is none of your business,” she retorted.
“I see, but she'll be all of my business once you agree to marry me. I'll give her a name. In the future, no one would dare try to harm her or treat her unjustly. Don't you want that for her?” I offered temptingly, and I could see that this was working.
It killed me to envision another man on top of her, touching her in the places I once touched and dreamt of all night, but I had no choice; I couldn’t afford to let her go. I'll do anything to keep her.
“She has a father.”
“I can't see him anywhere; does that mean he's not in the picture?” I asked, raising a brow.
“I don't want to talk about it.”
“Then we won't talk about it. I'll be her father.”
Her eyes widened in shock, and I could feel her letting her guard down. I swiftly returned to the room and carried Xyla.
“Give me my baby!” She yelled, horrified.
I chuckled. “I'm not biting her.” I assured her as I played with Xyla, who was half awake now. There was this sense of peace I felt whenever she smiled or pouted. “She looks beautiful.”
She tried to grab Xyla, but I caught hold of her hand and effortlessly pinned her to the wall with one hand, the other still holding Xyla to myself. She struggled to break free.
“Cute,” I commented. The fierceness in her eyes bore into me; it made my heart swell with pride.
This is my woman.
“You little—”
I shut her up with a passionate but quick kiss, leaving her breathless when I withdrew.
“You'll marry me, Lily. You have no choice. Pack up Lily’s things. We’re going home,” I said, smirking. Then I placed Xyla in her arms and began to walk away.
“My name is Sheila, not Lily!” She yelled after I placed Xyla carefully on the bed. She was wide awake now, and I smiled at her.
Then, I turned to leave but stopped by the door to say one last thing to her. “I’ll have my men pick you up in two hours time. Be ready. It's your decision to make. If you don't come with them, then I'll disappear from your life forever, and so will this opportunity. But if you come, you'll never regret this!”
“You're crazy!” She spat, but I tutted and waved as I retreated.
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