Without You.
"She wasn't in that state when I visited her last time "Camilla's mother frowned watching the news about her daughter.
"She called me yesterday saying not to be alarmed about any news today since she was going to put her acting skills into use " her father smiled at the screen.
"Am shocked to see her act like that, it felt so real I was worried".
Her parents continued to watch. And just like them, everyone who saw the news was hurt by her condition. Her loyal fans were asking about the hospital she was in so they could visit, others wanted to get their hands on Samantha to get revenge for Camilla. And the fans of the couple were talking about how Chris had protected Camilla and showcased his love for her when he slapped Samantha so hard she nearly lost her mind.
" I can't believe am more popular now just because of all this chaos " Camilla who was being fed apples shook her head in amazement.
Chris smiled, "Now can you come to the company without being shy since everybody now knows you belong to me "
"You just enjoy the benefits of all this but I still have wounds to heal " she pointed at her still bandaged wrists.
"And I can help you heal them " Chris placed the plate down and held her hands. He pulled then close to his lips and slowly kissed her wrists, then moved down to her legs and did the same.
Camilla looked at him in silence as a smile played on her lips.
"Did my healing touch help?" Chris looked up.
She nodded and he smiled back.
"Then can I get something in return?" he murmured.
Her eyes shrunk, "And what would that be your Majesty?" Camilla asked getting another slice of apple into her mouth.
His hands stroked her thighs, "I guess a kiss won't be too much to ask "
She chuckled watching his actions. "And what if I refuse?"
His fingers stopped moving and his eyes turned to her, "But I healed you, got justice for you, and even made you ten times more popular than me " he whined.
She moved her legs pushing him away from her, "It was your fault after all so you had to do that and I was already popular before you staged all that "
"B....b..but we did it together " Chris moved back.
Camilla chewed on another piece of the apple, "So that makes us even, now leave me alone I need to rest " she pushed him away again.
Chris got up and walked to the study making calls.
"I need your help, I feel like Camilla doesn't love me anymore " he cried.
Ray, Chris's driver, and assistant burst out laughing.
Chris's face was almost turning white, he was on the verge of tears.
"You can't possibly tell me that my best friend is going to make a big cold man like you cry " Ray laughed.
"Boss, we told you she was something else but you didn't listen "
"Don't mock me, all I want is advice on how to make her love me again. I can't lose her again, after all, we have been through " he grabbed his beer.
"All I can say is she needs some space," his driver said.
The others nodded.
"You're always around her I think it makes her feel suffocated "
"And my friend loves her personal space and with the way, I see it you're always breaching into it. Let her breathe and return to normal she's been through a lot " Ray added.
Chris felt his hope vanish even more. "But..but.."
"No, buts just let her be for while and things will return to normal soon. Then she will be back to the old Camilla your crazy about "
Chris decided to drown in drinking as he kept listening to advice from these three bachelors who didn't seem reliable at all.
He was on his fifth round when his phone vibrated. It was a text from Camilla.
"It's late where are you?" she texted.
Out with some clients ", he lied.
Ray laughed while his assistant snorted. The only sober person among them was the driver.
"Okay, finish up and hurry home. I miss you " it read.
"Okay am on my way " he replied. Immediately he was up jumping the others and grabbing his driver.
"Let's go home my wife-to-be needs me now " he shouted.
"You better after a text from her, your blind in love " Ray got up.
They followed him out half walking and staggering around. Why did they get so drunk, he wondered?
Camilla decided to wait after she got his reply, she was worried that her treatment earlier might have been harsh. She loved him but after all that happened, she just needed a little breathing space. And him being the possessive kind couldn't do that so she pushed him away every time.
But she knew it was just because he loved her and all the years that had been taken from the cause of the accident had caused all that love to be buried inside him, that now it's all just pouring out in larger sums it was overwhelming her.
She laid back in bed and waited for him to return home. Camilla had dozed off when she heard Chris walk in. The stench of alcohol filled the room the moment he walked in.
She frowned watching him stagger to the bed and sit down.
"Did I wake you?" he asked
"No j was awake waiting for you," she said getting out of bed.
"Oh!" She moved and grabbed his hand helping him to the bathroom so he could wash up.
But Chris pulled her back grabbing her waist. He placed his hand on her abdomen and quietly held her.
Camilla didn't move and let him hold her, her hand moved to his hair and caressed it.
"What wrong love?" she asked
"Am sorry Camilla " he said.
"For?"
"For bringing sadness in your life, my love has been dragging pain and confusion in your life since I fell for you. And am sorry that I can't bring myself to leave cause I don't think I can live without you anymore " he breathed.
She smiled, "Your love has been the only thing that gave me hope every time something g bad threatened us, and am grateful that you're still in love with me till this moment " she placed a kiss on his head.
"Can I have another here " Chris looked up with a finger touching his lips. Camilla giggled he was drunk but still wanted his kiss.
She bent down and kissed his lips, "I love you Mr.Chris Huntsman" she kissed him again
He moved and Camilla felt her body move, Chris threw her back on the bed and was on top of her in seconds.
" Can I answer that with actions?" he said placing a kiss on her neck.
Camilla bit her lower lip and nodded.