My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 55: A Beautiful Beginning

Cammy closed her eyes as Greg’s lips softly met hers, but before he could take things further, she found the strength to gently push him away.

"Greg, let’s not do this. Before I agree to your offer, I need to set some conditions. We should establish boundaries since this is about getting revenge, right?"

Greg cleared his throat and took a step back. "Right..."

"We both came from toxic relationships and painful heartbreaks, so let’s not rush into another relationship unless we’re both truly ready—"

"I’m ready for you, Cammy," Greg interrupted firmly. "This revenge won’t be convincing if we’re not together. We have to be in a relationship for it to work. And being in a relationship means being intimate with each other."

Cammy chuckled, shaking her head as she began clearing the table. "Look, we can still make it look like we’re together in public. I’m a good actor, and I’m sure you can pull it off too, right?"

"Is that what you really want?" Greg asked with an exaggerated pout, prompting another laugh from Cammy.

"Yes, Greg. We shouldn’t rush into anything. Let’s deal with this problem first before diving into another one."

"So, I’m a problem for you now?" Greg pouted again, making Cammy sigh in playful defeat.

She placed her hands on her hips and locked eyes with him. "You’re so stubborn, aren’t you? When will you ever listen to me?"

"Can I suggest something that might stop my stubbornness?" Greg replied with a smirk.

"Go ahead, please. I’d love to know how to make you stop."

Greg stepped closer, forcing Cammy to take a small step back, her eyes widening. Deep down, she knew she was drawn to him. But at the same time, a part of her wondered if her feelings were genuine or merely a longing for a man’s love. Perhaps it wasn’t Greg’s heart she wanted but rather the sense of security he provided, especially with the battle against Duncan looming ahead.

"Kiss me... Kiss me passionately," Greg said, his voice low but firm. "Now that you’re sober, maybe you’ll be able to really decide if you don’t want to be with me. As for me, even though we were both drunk last time, I know for sure that I want you.

Since that night, you’ve never left my mind. I keep thinking about you and everything we did together, drunk or not. That’s how I know this isn’t just lust fueled by alcohol. So let’s try one more time tonight. Let’s see how you feel before you decide to shut your heart completely."

As Greg stepped closer, Cammy instinctively moved back until her hips bumped against the dining table. Greg took the chance to close the distance, caging her in with his body and arms, leaving her nowhere to escape.

"Tell me you don’t want me, Cammy. Tell me I’m imagining things, that it’s only me who wants this," Greg said in a deep, low voice, just loud enough for her to hear. His hand gently brushed against her soft cheek as he continued, "I want you so badly, and I can feel that you want me too. This connection between us—it’s not just a fleeting attraction. Tell me you feel it too."

His voice and touch sent shivers down her spine. He was so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath, something she hadn’t realized she craved so deeply.

Cammy swallowed hard and closed her eyes, her head dipping slightly. Slowly, she brought her hands up and rested them against his chest, finally leaning her forehead on him. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked softly, her voice laced with frustration and yearning to speak what her heart truly felt. Lifting her head, she met his gaze, her pleading eyes searching his for answers.

"What am I doing to you, Cammy? Tell me... tell me what’s in your heart."

"You’re making this so difficult for me, Greg. I can’t think straight when you’re this close. My mind goes into chaos when you’re near, and I don’t even know what I want anymore," she admitted, her voice trembling as a single tear escaped down her cheek.

She was terrified to say the words, fully aware that the man standing before her might hurt her, just as Duncan had. She knew she wore her heart on her sleeve and couldn’t even pinpoint when these feelings for Greg had started to take hold.

Cammy found herself questioning whether her feelings were real. ’When did I stop loving Duncan? When did I start opening my heart to Greg?’ she wondered silently.

Greg gently cupped her face with both hands, his touch steady and warm. "Then don’t think," he said softly. "I’ll do the thinking for both of us. All you need to do is follow your heart. Let me guide you to where you’re meant to be, and I’ll protect you from Duncan."

Her voice trembled as she asked, "Tell me, Greg, where would you take me? Where do I belong? Where do you want me to be?"

Greg’s smile was genuine, devoid of mockery or teasing. With quiet confidence, he took her right hand, which rested over his chest, and placed it just above his heart.

"Here, Cammy," Greg said softly. "I’ll lead you to my heart. This is your place—where you belong. Here, you’ll be safe from everyone... from the world."

Cammy felt the rapid, steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her hand, echoing the frantic pace of her own. ’I’m so doomed,’ she thought. At that moment, she realized she was completely undone.

"Don’t toy with my heart, Greg," she pleaded. "I can’t endure another heartbreak. It would shatter me—physically, emotionally, and mentally—"

"Shh..." Greg interrupted, pressing his thumb gently against her lips. "Don’t say any more. I can’t promise you won’t feel pain while you’re with me, but I swear I’ll never break your heart intentionally. I’ll never disrespect you. I’ll handle you with care. Let’s try—just one more time—to see if our feelings align. And if they don’t... I’ll step away, respectfully, and leave you in peace."

Cammy stood frozen, her gaze locked on Greg. She was utterly speechless, overwhelmed by his words and her own swirling emotions. Fear gripped her—fear of confronting what she truly felt for him. But before she could sort through her thoughts, Greg seemed to know exactly what to do.

Greg, too, was overcome by the intensity of his feelings. It was a depth of emotion he had never experienced before, and he knew he had to act before his heart and mind could no longer bear the weight of it.

Without hesitation, he leaned in and captured her lips with his. He started slowly, softly sucking her lower lip, then moving to the upper, savoring the moment. The kiss deepened as he felt her respond, her lips meeting his in a hesitant but growing passion. Like a thief in the night, Greg seized the opportunity, sliding his tongue gently into her mouth, tasting her sweetness.

Cammy gasped, clutching his shirt tightly as the kiss sent shivers down her spine. Even though her heart was beating so fast, it was the first time that her body, mind, heart, and soul seemed to agree that letting Greg into her life would not be a mistake but instead a beautiful beginning.