My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 144: All I Want Is You (2)

Cammy stared into his eyes—so full of passion, so full of unwavering devotion. She felt something shift inside her, something undeniable.

She inhaled deeply, steadying herself. "I will, Greg."

Her voice was quiet, but the resolve in it was unshakable. "I don’t want to lie to myself anymore. I may not fully understand my feelings yet. I don’t know what I still feel for Duncan. But there is one thing I am sure of... I want to be with you. Not because of our deal. Not because of our shared goals. But because I choose you."

She reached for his hands, intertwining their fingers. "I want to be the woman who stands beside you. The person you turn to—whether in joy or in sorrow. I want to be the one who knows you better than anyone else.

The one you want to come home to when the world doesn’t treat you right. I want to be your favorite person, Greg."

For the first time in what felt like forever, Greg truly smiled—not the teasing smirk he always wore, not the controlled expression he used to mask his emotions. A genuine, blissful smile that reached his eyes, making them shimmer with something dangerously close to happiness.

It wasn’t love. Not yet.

But damn it was more intense—more real—than anything he had ever felt before.

And it was enough.

Whatever was missing, he would fill. Whatever wounds she carried, he would help heal.

He would fight for this.

For her.

For them.

Emotions surged within Greg, raw and uncontrollable, swelling in his chest until it felt as though he might burst. Without a second thought, he pulled Cammy into a fierce embrace, his arms locking around her as if he could fuse her to him—hold her so tightly that not even the past could slip between them.

In one swift motion, he lifted her with ease, settling her onto his lap, her legs instinctively straddling him. She felt impossibly light in his grasp, like a delicate thing he was afraid to break, yet something about the way she clung to him told him she was stronger than she appeared.

For Cammy, the feeling was the complete opposite—but in the most beautiful way. It wasn’t a rush of chaos, not a wildfire of uncontrollable passion. Instead, it was relief. The weight she had carried for so long—the suffocating burden of regret, pain, and unspoken words—was gone. As if a heavy boulder had been lifted from her chest and thrown far, far away.

For the first time in what felt like forever, she could breathe.

And as she sat there, wrapped in Greg’s warmth, she realized something.

No, he didn’t make her stomach flutter like Duncan once did.

No, he didn’t make her nervous or breathless with anticipation.

But he made her calm.

Greg was her lighthouse—the steady, unwavering glow that guided her through the storm.

He was the shore—the promise of safety after a lifetime lost at sea.

Her feelings for him weren’t the overwhelming, reckless kind she once mistook for love. They weren’t the dizzying highs and crushing lows she had endured before. But this—this quiet certainty, this warmth that wrapped around her like a protective cocoon—this was something far more precious.

And tonight, she was ready.

Ready to let Duncan go—not just in words, but in heart.

Greg had not only found a place in her life, but he had become something more. She wanted him. All of him. She wanted to give him everything Duncan had thrown away—her love, her devotion, her effort, her loyalty. But this time, it wouldn’t be desperate. It wouldn’t be one-sided.

This time, she would give not because she needed to be loved but because she wanted to love.

And most importantly, she would love herself first.

Yes, she would change—but not for Greg.

For her.

And in doing so, she would become the woman she was always meant to be—the woman she and Greg would be proud of. The woman she would cherish without regret.

And as she sat there, wrapped in his embrace, she whispered a silent vow to herself.

This time, she would choose herself.

And in turn, she would choose him.

Cammy wrapped her arms around Greg, a soft smile gracing her lips as warmth spread through her chest. It felt natural, as if she had always belonged in his embrace. But then, before she even realized it, a tear slipped down her cheek.

Tears of joy.

She hastily wiped it away, embarrassed by the sudden rush of emotion. But before she could dwell on it, Greg’s voice cut through the moment, making her laugh.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Cammy!" he exclaimed, his excitement brimming over. "I swear you won’t regret this! I’ll be the best damn boyfriend you’ve ever had in your entire life!" ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Cammy let out a laugh, shaking her head. "Well, considering my one other boyfriend turned out to be a complete disaster, that’s not a high bar to clear," she teased.

Greg laughed along with her, but he wasn’t satisfied with just holding her—he needed her closer. He pulled her in tighter, as if the space between them was still too much. He wanted to drown in her warmth, feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against his, let the moment consume them completely.

But then—something else made itself known.

Something that neither of them had paid much attention to, at least for a while.

Something that definitely wanted to be acknowledged.

Cammy stiffened slightly as she felt it pressing against her, unmistakable and insistent. Greg held her so firmly that she could no longer pretend it wasn’t there, demanding recognition.

She sighed. "Greg..."

"Hmm?" His voice was deceptively innocent, but the amused tilt of his lips betrayed him.

"Your tiny friend is poking me," she finally said, her voice filled with fake annoyance. "I’ve been trying to ignore it, but it’s getting a little too hard to pretend it doesn’t exist."

Greg’s head snapped back, fake offense written all over his face. "Excuse me—tiny?!" He scoffed playfully, eyes glinting with mischief. "You know it’s not tiny, Cammy. Or... are you doubting it? Do you need a reminder of just how not tiny it feels when it’s inside you?"

A dark, wicked smirk stretched across his lips.

Cammy’s breath hitched.

His expression had changed in an instant. The playful, lovestruck Greg had vanished, and in his place was someone entirely different—someone dangerous, intoxicating. His eyes, once filled with warmth, were now dark pools of unbridled desire and lust.

She had seen this look before.

The last time, it had left her body covered in red marks, the memory of his hands and lips branded into her skin. The last time, she had nearly lost herself in the way he had claimed her, leaving her breathless, aching, and unable to move the next morning.

Her mind screamed at her to run.

But her body—the traitorous thing—remained still.

Greg watched her inch away, the corners of his lips curving upward. He let her retreat, just far enough. He wanted her to try.

But the moment she turned her back to slide off the bed, his hand shot out.

Before she could escape, he grabbed the back of her ankles in one swift motion, yanking her back with a force that made her gasp.

Her body hit the mattress with a soft thud, and in the blink of an eye, she was being dragged toward him, her breath stolen as he loomed over her.

His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.

"Where do you think you’re going, little bunny?"

His grip tightened.

"Wanna play hide and seek?"

"You wanna hide in me?" Cammy said making Greg smirk.

Greg’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. "So bold... Since when did you become this daring, hmm?" His knuckles traced along her cheek, the slow, deliberate touch making her shiver beneath him.

Cammy’s eyes glowed with mischief. "I had the best teacher... You."

His deep chuckle sent a thrill through her. "That’s right," he murmured, his tone dark and dripping with promise. "Then let me teach you more. Would you like that?"

A silent nod. A breath held in anticipation.

"Close your eyes..."

She obeyed. The bed shifted as he straddled her waist, careful not to press down, his movements precise, measured.

One hand—hers—slid beneath his thighs, the other lifted. Then the soft rustle of a drawer opening, the distinct sound of something metallic, deliberate.

"Still keeping them closed?" His voice was a husky whisper now, thick with mystery.

"Yes... but what are you doing?" Her pulse quickened at the unfamiliar sounds, at the promise laced in his movements.

"Shh... You’ll find out soon."

And soon came fast.

In one smooth, fluid motion, something soft wrapped around her wrist, tightening just enough to steal her breath. Then the same to the other.

Her eyes flew open. "You... tied me up?" she gasped.

Greg only smirked, wicked and knowing, his gaze devouring her. "Why?" she demanded, but the answer wasn’t in his words.

It was in his eyes.

Dark and deep.

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