My Ex’s Billionaire Brother

CHAPTER 5

Camille told herself she would leave in ten minutes.

Then five.

Then after she finished her drink.

Then after she stopped her hands from shaking.

But she was still there.

Still in Ren’s penthouse.

And behind her

Renault Ashford stood silently.

Watching her. Not rushing her. Not touching her.

Just waiting.

every man Camille had ever known had always wanted something immediately.

But Ren did not move like that.

He moved like a man who already knew the outcome.

Camille turned slightly.

“This is a mistake,” she said.

Her voice didn’t sound as strong as she wanted.

Ren’s gaze didn’t change.

“Most things worth remembering usually are.”

That made her pause.

Because it wasn’t flirtation. It wasn’t persuasion. It sounded like experience.

Camille swallowed.

“You talk like you’ve done this before.”

“No,” he said simply.

That one word carried weight.

Camille frowned slightly.

“Then why are you so calm?”

Ren stepped closer.

“Because I’m not confused,” he said quietly.

Her breath caught slightly.

“And I am?”

His eyes held hers.

“Yes.”

The honesty hit harder than she expected.

She almost laughed.

“Great.”

She turned away again, walking toward the glass wall, needing space to think.

But the problem was, Thinking wasn’t helping.

Because every rational part of her mind was screaming at her to leave.

And every other part of her, The part that had been ignored for years Was still standing in the bar downstairs.

Behind her, Ren spoke again.

“You’re still trying to decide.”

“Yes,” she said immediately.

“Then decide.”

The simplicity of it irritated her.

“This isn’t a business deal.”

“No,” he agreed. “It isn’t.”

Camille turned back to him.

“Then why does it feel like one?”

That made something shift in his expression.

“You think everything that matters has to hurt,” he said quietly.

That stopped her completely.

“What?”

His gaze didn’t move.

“You’ve been preparing for disappointment for so long,” he continued, “you don’t know what to do when someone doesn’t give it to you.”

The words hit somewhere too close.

Camille felt her chest tighten.

“That’s not….”

But she stopped.

Because she couldn’t finish the sentence. Because a part of her knew he was right. And that terrified her more than anything.

Ren took another step closer.

This time, she didn’t move back.

That was the moment everything changed.

Because he noticed.

His gaze darkened slightly.

“Camille,” he said softly.

She should have stepped away. She didn’t.

Her heart was already beating too fast.

“Don’t,” she whispered.

But she didn’t know what she was asking him not to do.

Ren stopped just in front of her. Close enough now that she could feel his warmth. Close enough that the space between them felt intentional.

His voice dropped lower.

“Tell me to stop,” he said.

Camille’s breath hitched. She looked up at him. And saw it clearly now.

Her hands trembled slightly at her sides.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she said instead.

“That’s not what I asked.”

The words slipped past her defenses.

Because he wasn’t pushing. He was waiting.

And somehow that was worse.

Camille’s chest rose and fell unevenly.

Ren reached up slowly. Not touching her yet. Just pausing near her face. Giving her time to stop him but She didn’t.

His fingers brushed her cheek gently.

Camille closed her eyes for a second. And that was all it took.

Because when she opened them

He was already kissing her.

Like he had been holding it back for hours and finally stopped pretending he could.

Camille froze for half a heartbeat. Then everything inside her gave in.

The rest of the world disappeared.

Her hands moved to his shirt before she even decided to.

Ren’s arms tightened around her immediately.

The kiss deepened slowly.

Like neither of them wanted to break the moment.

It couldn’t be undone.

Camille felt her back press lightly against the glass wall.

Everything in between collapsing.

Her breath broke against his mouth.

And Ren pulled back just slightly. Just enough to look at her.

Their foreheads almost touching. Both breathing unevenly now.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured.

“So are you,” she whispered back.

Then

He kissed her again. This time, she didn’t think.

Didn’t stop. Didn’t question.

He slowly moved her to the bed, still kissing her

He didn’t break the kiss as he guided her backward, step by step, until the edge of the bed met her legs

She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, hesitating for a half second before she pulled it upward

he puts his hands on her waist, then reaching for her bra, he unpinned it

he drew ger closer, they both felt the rush

then he slowly whispered to her ears, “do you like this”

“yes”, she responded softly

His hands slid through her mounds, and then he suckled on it, she gasped

And then and there, he knew he was in control

He slowly put down her panties, and his underwear, and she completely gave in,

The rest of the world vanished, it was just him and her on the king-sized bed

He slowly slips his finger in her c******s, and asked again,

“do you like this”

“Yes” she replied, gasping for air

then he slid his Rod into her Honey pot, and pounded on her, not with force

Not rushing

just with ease and comfort, like he was reassuring her that she was safe with him

he gave her multiple orgasms like she had been starving for it for years.

Later, she wasn’t sure how long it lasted.

Minutes. Hours.

Time stopped making sense inside that room.

All she knew was warmth. Closeness.

The feeling of being held like she wasn’t something fragile. Like she was something chosen.

Eventually, the chaos softened.

Camille lay against him, breathing slowly, her head resting against his chest.

Listening to his heartbeat. Realizing something dangerous. It was steady.

Like he hadn’t lost control at all. Like she was the only one who had.

That thought made her uneasy. But she didn’t move.

Neither did he.

For the first time in years, she didn’t feel like she was performing her life.

She felt… present.

Eventually, exhaustion pulled at her.

Her eyes grew heavy.

The last thing she remembered before sleep took her was Ren’s hand gently brushing her hair back from her face.

Morning came too fast.

Camille woke slowly.

For a moment, she forgot where she was.

Then she felt the weight beside her.

Her eyes opened. And reality rushed back instantly.

She was in Ren’s bed.

In his penthouse. In his arms.

Her breath caught sharply.

Carefully, she shifted away.

Ren was still asleep. Composed even in sleep.

Like control was something he never fully lost.

Camille sat up slowly, pulling the sheet around herself.

Her heart was pounding now.

What had she done?

What had she done?

Last night came back in fragments.

The bar. The elevator. The kiss. The sex

The way she stopped thinking. Her stomach twisted.

She couldn’t stay. Not like this. Not after this.

She moved quickly, gathering her clothes.

Hands unsteady. Mind racing.

This wasn’t her. This wasn’t who she was.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

By the time she was dressed, she glanced back once.

Ren was still asleep. Still unaware she was leaving.

That made it easier. She turned and walked out.

By the time she reached her apartment, the world felt too loud again.

She convinced herself it was a mistake.

A moment. Nothing more.

She would move on. She always moved on.

But then her phone rang.

Unknown number.

She hesitated.

Then answered.

“Hello?”

Silence.

Then a voice.

“Camille Drake.”

Her heart stopped instantly.

Because she knew that voice.

“No…” she whispered.

The voice didn’t change.

“I told you I would find you.”

Her grip tightened.

“Who is this?”

A pause.

Then

“Renault Ashford.”

Her breath stopped completely.

And before she could respond

He added something that made her blood run cold.

“You’re due in my office today.”

Her mind spun.

“What?”

Another pause.

Then

“As my new hire.”

The world tilted violently.

Because she suddenly understood something terrifying.

This wasn’t over. It had never been over.

That one night stand has turned into something else.