My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 142: A Generous Gift

"You okay over there?" Cammy finally broke the silence, glancing at him before giving his knee a teasing squeeze. "Don’t tell me you’re pouting because I didn’t let you drive," she smirked.

Greg forced a half-hearted smile, placing his hand over hers before gently guiding it back to the wheel. "It’s not that," he murmured. "Just thinking about work. The emergency meeting earlier drained me."

Her brows furrowed. "Emergency meeting? What happened?"

Greg exhaled sharply. "Nothing serious. Just a delay in materials for the other projects." Then, as if shaking off the subject, he turned slightly to face her. "Anyway, are you excited for tomorrow?"

She caught the shift immediately—he wanted to steer the conversation elsewhere. Rather than press, she played along. "Yeah, I really am. I haven’t seen Ellie and Eve in ages. It’ll be good to catch up."

Greg nodded. "Ellie’s the resort manager, right? Think she’s still mad at me?"

Cammy chuckled. "Don’t worry about her." Reaching out impulsively to touch his face, her thumb grazing his cheek in a fleeting, intimate gesture. Greg stiffened, his heart skipping a beat. But just as quickly as she’d touched him, she withdrew her hand, returning it to the wheel as if nothing had happened.

’What the hell was that?’ Greg thought, utterly thrown off balance.

When they arrived at the mansion, they headed straight to the dining hall, where Dylan was already halfway through his meal.

"Sweetheart, why are you eating so early?" Cammy asked, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her son’s head.

"Because I’m sleepy, Mommy," Dylan mumbled, rubbing his tired eyes. "We decorated the garden today, and my arms hurt from blowing up the balloons. I wanna sleep right after dinner."

Cammy chuckled, finding his exhaustion adorable.

Greg leaned in with an amused grin. "Wow, Dylan! That’s impressive. You’ll wake up with muscles tomorrow!"

Dylan’s sleepy eyes widened. "Really? Like you, Uncle Greg?"

The room erupted with laughter. Greg playfully lifted Dylan’s tiny arm, pretending to flex it. "See? You’re already getting stronger!"

Cammy and the nanny laughed more when Dylan seemed to believe Greg.

Dylan beamed, momentarily energized by the idea, but the exhaustion soon won.

"That’s enough, haha! Let’s all eat so we can rest and be early tomorrow so we can do final touches," Cammy said.

After dinner, Dylan excused himself to bed first, and Greg soon followed. "Cammy, I still need to call Harry and Ethan. I’ll head to my room first."

Cammy nodded. "Go ahead, Greg. No need to check in with me."

Greg leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before disappearing into his room.

Later, after her shower, Cammy stood before the connecting door between their rooms, gripping a small bottle of lavender oil in her trembling hands. Her heart pounded against her ribs.

’You can do this, Cammy. It’s now or never.’

She knocked softly. No answer. Tentatively, she turned the knob—it was unlocked. Stepping inside, she took a deep breath. The room was empty.

’He must be in his study. I’ll set this up first before calling him.’

She moved quickly, arranging the scented candles, dimming the lights, and turning on the humidifier. The air filled with the calming aroma of lavender, creating an atmosphere of pure serenity.

Just as she finished, another door swung open.

Greg stepped inside, fresh from the shower, a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, another in his hands as he ran it through his damp hair.

Cammy froze.

Heat rushed to her cheeks as her gaze flitted between him and the now overly romantic setting of his bedroom. Greg stood just as still, taking in the flickering candles, the dim lighting, and the intoxicating scent in the air.

"I-I... You said you were tired," Cammy stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "So I thought I should... you know... do something nice. As a thank you. For Dylan’s hospital bill. And the recovery party."

Greg’s lips curled into a slow, devilish smirk. "Wow. This looks like a scene straight out of a romance movie." He took a deliberate step toward her. "Tell me, Cammy, exactly how are you planning to thank me? Because from where I’m standing..." His gaze flicked over her, taking in the silk robe she wore. "This looks a lot like a honeymoon setup." His voice dropped lower. "And God, I hope it is."

Cammy’s eyes widened. "Massage!" she practically shouted, waving her hands in panic. "I—I was going to give you a massage! That’s all!"

Greg chuckled, his amusement only growing. "Oh really?" He tilted his head. "Then why are you wearing just a robe? Feels like you’re trying to seduce me."

"It’s not just a robe! Just so happened I just finished showering. I have clothes on underneath!" she defended, stepping back slightly.

Greg only grinned wider. "So you’re fresh out of the shower too. Perfect." He reached for her waist, pulling her just close enough for her breath to hitch.

Cammy shoved him back, making him laugh.

"I’m kidding, I’m kidding," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "If you’re offering a massage, who am I to say no to such a generous gift?"

Then, without warning, he dropped his towel.

Cammy’s mouth fell open as her gaze darted downward—only to immediately snap back up when she realized he wasn’t exactly... soft.

"Oh, for the love of—" She grabbed the towel off the floor and flung it over his lower half before she lost what little composure she had left.

Greg just chuckled as he stretched out on the bed, lying on his stomach. "Come on then," he teased, "let’s see if you’re as good with your hands as you claim."

Taking a deep breath, Cammy straddled his back and poured the oil onto her hands, her touch gliding over his muscles.

Greg let out a groan as her hands kneaded into his tense shoulders, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him.

’Oh, fuck. This is absolute torture,’ he thought as the warmth of her body pressed against his back. He swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything—anything—other than the growing problem underneath him, between his legs. It was an instant hard on.

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3.4.2025

Hi everyone! It’s my birthday today and I’m sorry if I can only publish 3 Chapters today. I got tired decorating the house last night. I’ll make it up next weekend. Thanks for the raining Golden Tickets and Power Stones! ƒreewebηoveℓ.com