THE BILLIONAIRE’S WIFE

Chapter 2

2: A meeting

Camille's point of view

His gaze did not leave mine, and every second seemed to stretch endlessly. I didn't know what to do: go as planned or move towards him? My heart was beating everything up, and strange warmth rose in me.

So, as if he read in my thoughts, he took a step in my direction. Then another. My breath blocked as it was slowly approached, each movement full of almost unreal elegance.

"You are different," he whispered, stopping a few steps from me.

His voice, serious and posed, made something vibrate in me. I looked at it, forbidden. Was it a question? An affirmation? I didn't know.

- Different? I repeated, unable to look away from him.

He sketched a slight smile, revealing a discreet dimple on his right cheek.

- Yes. You don't look like anyone here.

I instinctively looked down, uncomfortable in his piercing gaze.

-I'm ... I'm not sure I was in my place, I admitted in a breath.

He leaned slightly, as if to capture my gaze again.

- And yet, it is you that I see.

These words, simple but so intense, left me speechless. My heart, already panicked, seemed to want to get out of my chest.

-Why am I here? I asked finally, bringing together all my courage.

He marked a break, as if he weighed his words. Then, with a slow gesture, he held out his hand, open palm, like an invitation.

-Maybe to meet me.

I remained motionless, fighting against the tumult of emotions that made me overwhelmed. Who was this man? Why did his words seemed so deeply resonate in me?

-You know ... I whispered, my trembling voice, I'm just a seamstress. Nothing comparable to the people you surely meet.

His smile widen slightly, but this time, her eyes seemed to shine with a mysterious glow.

- And I am just a man who crossed your path and who could not forget you.

My cheeks ignited. Was it a joke? Flatterie? But his gaze, intense and sincere, left no doubt about the veracity of his words.

"You didn't answer me," I insisted slowly. Why did you invite me?

He approached a step, almost nilting the distance between us. I could barely breathe.

- Because sometimes it only takes a moment to know that someone deserves that we upset the rules of their world.

I didn't know what to answer. His words, his presence, everything in him seemed unreal, almost too beautiful to be true. But one thing was certain: at that moment, I didn't want to leave anymore.

He reached out again, and this time I took it. His palm was hot, firm, reassuring.

-Come, he said slowly. Let me show you that you have your place here, Camille.

And I followed it, unable to resist this magnetic aura.

By following it through the room, I felt like swept away in a whirlwind, out of time. Each step seemed to move me away a little more from my doubts, but I could not help wondering what I was doing there, with this man.

He brought me near an open balcony, where the sifted light of the external lamps contrasts with the excitement of the ballroom. The fresh wind caressed my skin, soothing the frightened beats of my heart a little.

He turned to me, leaning slightly against the balustrade. In this soft light, his face seemed even more perfect. But what disturbed me the most was his eyes: dark, deep, as if they carried in them secrets that he did not share with anyone.

-So, Camille ... he whispered, breaking the silence. What do you think of all this?

I have a great inspiration, trying to calm my mind.

- It's ... impressive. But honestly, I don't understand why I'm here.

An enigmatic smile stretched her lips.

- Sometimes it’s not about understanding, but of feeling.

I frowned, confused.

- Feel what?

He marked a break, his eyes not leaving mine.

- The moment. Magic. Which goes beyond us.

These words strangely resonated in me, as if they touched a sensitive string that I had never dared to touch. I felt my hands tremble slightly, and I think he noticed it because he stretched his gently.

- You have nothing to prove, Camille. You are here because you deserve to be there.

I shook my head, unable to hide my disorder.

- But why me? You don't even know me ...

He slowly approached, reducing the distance between us. His voice lowered in a tone, becoming almost a whisper.

- And yet there is something in you that attracts me. Something unique.

I felt my cheeks ignite under his intense gaze. A part of me wanted to flee, but another, stronger, held me there, suspended from his words.

-You speak as if I were someone extraordinary, I said in a breath.

He smiled, this time with disarming sweetness.

-Maybe you are, and you don't know it yet.

These words, simple but so powerful, gave birth to a strange warmth in me. It was as if, for the first time, someone saw me much more than a simple seamstress.

I looked down, trying to hide the emotion that went up in me. But he didn't let me escape.

-Camille, he continued gently, life has a strange way to place good people on our way. And tonight, it’s you I chose.

These words were like a shock wave. My mind shouted to be wary, not to be carried away by these seductive words. But my heart was beating at a pace that I had never known.

I looked up at him, trying to understand what this man saw in me. But all that I found in his gaze was a disturbing sincerity.

- What if you were mistaken? I whispered, barely audible.

Her smile widens slightly.

- So it will be the most beautiful error in my life.

A thrill covered my spine. I was divided between fear and a strange desire to believe in his words. I had never felt something so intense.

Slowly, he stretched his hand, touching a wick of hair fallen on my face. This simple gesture sent an electric discharge through my whole being.

- Camille, you are special. And if you allow me, I would like to prove it to you.

At that moment, the world around us seemed to pass out. There was only him, this captivating look, and these words that resounded in me as a promise.

I was no longer sure of anything, except for one thing: this meeting already turned everything I thought about myself.