His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (highly illogical behavior .TXT) 📕

Present

Camille

“Wouldn’t it be nice to celebrate your birthday?” I asked while looking across the empty restaurant that Conan had booked for the two of us. 

“I’m celebrating my birthday with a very special person.” He smiled and my heart warmed. 

“And what about your family?” 

“I don’t give a damn about my family, so please don’t bring them up. I don’t want to ruin this beautiful moment.” 

I frowned. “Is everything alright between you and your father?” 

“He is as good as gold.” He winked as he poured wine into two glasses. 

“You seem a bit upset.”

“Had Scott stayed with you the entire night?” he asked in a demanding way. 

My eyebrows snapped as I tried to maintain a cool demeanor despite being nervous. Because I hated to see him hurt, I didn’t want to tell him the truth. “Conan…” I mumbled. 

“Is it yes?” He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. “He stayed with you last night, I know. If it wasn’t such an obvious matter to discuss, I would stop talking about it. Scott is about to marry Maura, whom he has loved since childhood. Just looking into your eyes, Cami, I could tell how much he means to you. I don’t want you to be used by that tyrant. His eyes are filled with resentment toward you. Despite all of his humiliating ways, he doesn’t mind selling you like a cow to his girlfriend. Either he doesn’t want to accept his feelings for you or he is just playing with your heart.” He put his hand on mine, giving me a sad and sweet smile. “I genuinely don’t want you to get hurt.” 

“Conan, thank you so much for caring about me, but I...” I hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. “He stayed with me because that’s what I asked him to do. He was not taking advantage of me and I know he would never.”

“Jesus Christ! You love him blindly.” 

“Stop using the word love over and over again. I don’t love him. I was just feeling a bit down last night and I wanted somebody to stay with me…” 

“You could ask me, though.” 

“It was his house. I couldn’t ask if I wanted you to.” I half lied.

“I wanted to take you to my home,” he said. 

I rolled my eyes in exasperation. “Then people think you’re dating me. Didn’t you notice dozens of paparazzi roaming around you? They are still out there…” I pointed to a couple of paparazzi who were continuously taking our picture. 

“So what?” 

“Conan, now you’re behaving like a kid.” 

He exhaled a long sigh before looking into my eyes. “I’m sorry I was feeling envious yesterday and you didn’t even try to stop me once.” 

“Why don’t we hang out in your house?” 

Excitement overtook his face as he straightened himself and grabbed my hand, smiling widely. “Are you sure?” 

“Yep.”

“Oh dear, you don’t know how joyful I am right now.” 

“But no…” I mumbled. 

“Yeah, I know you don’t want my dick between your legs.” 

“Conan!” I scolded, glancing across the room to check nobody had heard us. 

“I promise you I won’t touch you until you want me.” 

“Promise?” I opened my palm. 

“Yes, promise.” He grinned, placing his hand on mine before wrapping his fingers around it. 

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“What ‌ ‌ are ‌ ‌ we ‌ ‌ going ‌ ‌ to ‌ ‌ watch ‌ ‌ tonight?” I asked with a frown.

“Ghost.” he grinned when he caught my surprised look. 

“How do you know about my favorite movie?” 

“I know everything about you, sweetheart.” He winked, which made me roll my eyes. 

“Kate told me your favourite movie.” 

“Does he tell you all about me?” 

“No, he is your loyal friend. He just told me about your favourite movie because I told him about my plan to bring you to my penthouse.”

“Okay.” I sighed‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌led‌ ‌me‌ ‌to‌ ‌his‌ ‌private‌ ‌elevator. After a few moments, we stepped out of it and into his penthouse. “You’re‌ ‌quite‌ ‌wealthy.” I grinned, examining custom furniture, a state-of-the-art sound system, and an opulent. There was a television, fireplace, and floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the skyline. “I love this place.” 

“Have you ever thought of moving here with me?” Conan joked. 

“Nope.” I plopped onto the sofa and let out a long sigh. 

He sat next to me before turning on the TV.‌ ‌He wrapped his arm around my shoulder as he pressed my cheek against his.‌ ‌I smiled, feeling comfortable,‌ ‌but‌ he was as warm ‌as‌ ‌Scott.‌ ‌He‌ ‌stood out among‌ ‌the‌ ‌male‌ ‌species.‌ ‌He‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌man I fell in love with unconditionally, and no one could ever ‌replace‌ ‌him‌ ‌in‌ ‌my heart. 

Dammit!‌ ‌I‌ ‌wish‌ ‌Conan‌ ‌could‌ ‌give‌ ‌him‌ ‌tough‌ ‌competition, but somewhere I knew I would not allow him to ‌win. 

“What‌ ‌are‌ ‌you‌ ‌thinking‌ ‌about?”‌ ‌Conan‌ ‌asked‌ ‌as he tossed ‌popcorn‌ ‌into ‌his mouth. 

“I’m thinking of the first World War.” 

He paused, eating, gazing at me down before breaking into laughter. “Seriously, Cami.” 

“Yup, I wish I could be there.” 

“So you want to be a soldier?” 

“No.”‌ ‌I‌ ‌straightened‌ ‌myself‌ ‌before‌ ‌popping‌ ‌popcorn‌ ‌into‌ ‌my‌ ‌mouth. “The old days were great. People fell in love with one another. There wasn’t any jealousy, hatred, or vengeance back then.” 

“If you want love, I’ll give it to you.” He winked before extending his arms, inviting me for a hug. 

Without thinking, I pressed my cheek against his broad chest and inhaled one of the expensive colognes he wore. Scott didn’t use perfume or Cologne because he didn’t have to. He always smelled so fresh and masculine, like pine and shaving cream. 

“Conan,” I whispered while peering into his eyes. He was already staring at me. “Is it possible to fall in love with a broken heart?” 

“Absolutely not,” he replied quickly, while stroking my hair like I was his favourite pet. “A broken heart needs to be healed first.” 

“How?” 

He smiled before bringing his fingers down my chin, grabbing it and making me look into his gorgeous eyes. “People‌ ‌always‌ ‌say‌ ‌that life is too short, live it to the fullest, but I believe it’s the wrong quote. Life is too long and can not be lived alone. At some point, a person has to share his life with somebody else. That’s why God made love.”