The Billionaire's Revenge

Chapter 20: Decision

Chapter 20

The call came sooner than expected.

Both Cameron and Drake were summoned—separately—to the disciplinary office. Each would explain their side, and a final decision would be released within 24 to 48 hours.

It hung over everything.

Like a quiet storm waiting to break.

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Camille tried to stay focused.

Exams were coming.

Heavy ones.

The kind that could define her entire semester.

But her mind kept drifting—

to Cameron…

to the hearing…

to what could happen.

For the first time in a long while, she felt pulled in different directions.

Academics.

Emotions.

Fear.

And something deeper—

attachment.

She had always been independent. Focused. Untouched by distractions like this.

But now…

everything felt intertwined.

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Their routine shifted again.

Less lounging.

More studying.

They spent long hours in the library, sitting side by side, books open, laptops glowing under dim lights.

Sometimes they studied in silence.

Sometimes Cameron would explain things to her patiently.

“You’re overthinking this part,” he’d say, pointing at her notes.

“I’m not,” she’d argue.

“You are.”

“…Okay, maybe a little.”

He’d smirk.

And just like that—

she’d relax again.

Even at her apartment, their time together became quieter.

Notes scattered across the table.

Highlighters.

Coffee cups.

But still—

him.

Always him.

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One evening, as they sat close on her couch, notes forgotten for a moment, Camille finally asked—

“The decision will come in 24 to 48 hours… are you ready for the verdict?”

Cameron looked at her.

Calm.

Grounded.

“I’m always ready,” he said.

She searched his face.

“Really?”

He nodded slowly.

“As long as you’re here with me, I’ll be fine,” he added softly. “Don’t worry, Princess. Everything will be okay.”

Then he leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

Gentle.

Reassuring.

And pulled her into a tight embrace.

Camille melted into it.

For a moment—

everything else faded.

The stress.

The fear.

The uncertainty.

It was just him.

She slowly pulled back from the hug, her hands still resting lightly against his chest.

He lifted his hand and gently cupped her face.

Their eyes met.

His dark green gaze steady—

but something deeper lingered there.

Something heavier.

Unspoken.

He leaned in and kissed her.

Soft at first.

Familiar.

Safe.

But then—

it changed.

The kiss deepened, slower, more intense—like all the stress, the waiting, the pressure had nowhere else to go but here.

Into this moment.

Into her.

Camille’s breath caught slightly as she responded, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt.

His hand moved to her waist, pulling her just a little closer.

Not rushed.

Not careless.

But real.

He broke the kiss for a second, breathing heavier now, his forehead resting lightly against hers.

“I should stop here,” he whispered. “I might lose control.”

Camille’s heart was racing.

Her thoughts blurred.

“I want you,” she whispered back, barely catching her breath.

Cameron closed his eyes briefly, like he was fighting himself.

“I know, Princess,” he said softly. “At the right time.”

There was no hesitation in his voice.

Just control.

Respect.

Choice.

He gently fixed a strand of her hair, grounding both of them again.

“Don’t worry,” he added, his tone lighter now. “Whatever happens… I’ll be fine. As long as you’re with me.”

He winked softly, easing the intensity.

Then, just like that—

he leaned back, picking up his notes again.

“Now,” he said, “focus. You have exams to ace.”

Camille blinked.

Still catching up.

Still feeling everything.

She exhaled slowly, leaning back into the couch.

Part of her—

wanted more.

Wanted to stay in that moment.

But another part of her…

felt full.

Content.

Because no matter how intense things got—

he always chose to slow down.

To do things right.

And somehow—

that made her want him even more.