CHAPTER NINETEEN
~ Camilla
I walked into the conference room, my breath still uneven, my legs trembling from his words. The long mahogany table was already half-filled with executives, managers, and investors—powerful men in tailored suits flipping through reports, murmuring numbers, adjusting their ties like this was just another ordinary day.
For them, it was. For me? It was absolute hell.
Stephano Maddens followed close behind me. Even though he wasn’t touching me, I felt him, his heat licking at my skin. He slid into the chair beside me, settling in like he owned the room. Like he owned me.
I tried to focus, tried to ignore the way my body still buzzed from what he had whispered before we walked in. I crossed my legs, desperate for relief—
Bad idea.
The moment I moved, his lips
