ログインJuliaIt was too late; I was already crumbling. I tried to push him away from me, acting as if his contact had no effect on me. I bit my lips to conceal the moan. Lucian knew what he was doing, and I am not sure if he was toying with my emotions."Lucian, stop this." I uttered in whispers. I wonder what Riley would think if she found us in this situation, but Lucian wouldn’t stop, continuing his agony, his lips now trailing down the nape of my neck.He said, "You can barely resist my touch, Jules."I shivered as he mentioned my nickname. It felt soft in his mouth, and I used to oppose it after he bought me, but now I'm not sure what I am thinking.His hand grasped my shoulders softly and firmly, but not so hard that they ached. His right hand held the tray down my shoulders, and the hair on my skin stood up."If this is also a joke for you," I faltered, "then stop it. You can play with something else, but not my body."He paused, and the look in his eyes shifted. Then he stepped back
My heart raced as I entered. I could not express how nervous I was feeling. Was it because Lucian spotted me glancing at them and I was feeling a little emotional?It was embarrassing because I was the one who was made to know how to mask feelings; I was the type who would never want to be with or even near Lucian, and I was also the type who would go to any length to achieve what I wanted. And what I wanted first was independence, to leave and then return to the man I used to call father.The man who sold me for money, and what would my first reaction be? But now my intellect tells me to do something worthwhile, while my heart betrays me."Fucking stop being nervous, Julia," I reprimanded myself. Then I walked into the room. It was dark at first, but I could smell the pleasant perfume of strawberries, which contrasted with the macho scent.My pulse raced faster; could Lucian be with that woman?It isn't my business, so why should I care?"Lucian?" I yelled out, my voice low, as I sca
I picked up the fork, my stomach still tight from the aftermath of yesterday’s drinks, the taste of the meal somehow grounding me even though I felt awkward and restless at the same time. The moment I started eating, I realized the man hadn’t left yet, standing just behind the tray as if he had nothing else to do. It made my skin crawl in ways I couldn’t explain, and I found myself pausing mid-bite, looking up at him. “Hmm, is there something else you need? Why are you staring at me like that? It’s weird,” I asked, my voice wavering between annoyance and curiosity, feeling that mix of fear and fascination that had been following me since I first laid eyes on him.He inclined his head slightly, bowing with such careful precision that I blinked, trying to understand why someone could move with such smoothness and control. “I’m sorry, miss, didn’t mean to scare you. Boss ordered that I should wait until you’re done eating. I don’t mean to scare you,” he said, his voice low, deep, and smo
I picked up the fork, my stomach still tight from the aftermath of yesterday’s drinks, the taste of the meal somehow grounding me even though I felt awkward and restless at the same time. The moment I started eating, I realized the man hadn’t left yet, standing just behind the tray as if he had nothing else to do. It made my skin crawl in ways I couldn’t explain, and I found myself pausing mid-bite, looking up at him. “Hmm, is there something else you need? Why are you staring at me like that? It’s weird,” I asked, my voice wavering between annoyance and curiosity, feeling that mix of fear and fascination that had been following me since I first laid eyes on him. He inclined his head slightly, bowing with such careful precision that I blinked, trying to understand why someone could move with such smoothness and control. “I’m sorry, miss, didn’t mean to scare you. Boss ordered that I should wait until you’re done eating. I don’t mean to scare you,” he said, his voice low, deep, and s
Julia's POVMy head throbbed the moment I tried to open my eyes, a sharp, relentless ache that made my vision swim and my senses reel. For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming, that the chaos of the plane, the wine, the embarrassment, all of it had been a figment of my imagination, a cruel trick of my mind. But the weight under my back, soft yet firm, reminded me that this was real, painfully real, and the sharp light slicing through the large window confirmed it. I squinted, shielding my eyes with a trembling hand, and for a heartbeat, I just stared at the brightness, letting my mind adjust. My body ached in ways I hadn’t realized; my back arched, muscles stiff from how I must have collapsed after the incident on the plane.I slowly shifted, pushing myself up onto the edge of the bed, feeling the ache in my joints and the dull throb in my head. My gaze wandered around the room, and immediately I knew this wasn’t the jet, wasn’t the familiar surroundings I’d seen only a day before.
Lucian's POVI noticed she wasn’t in my cabin the moment I turned around to grab the documents from the small counter by the seat and my eyes swept over the empty chair beside me.She wasn’t where I had left her, not in the cabin, not anywhere in sight, and that prickling sense of unease started crawling up my spine immediately, the kind that sharpens every sense and makes my jaw tighten almost instinctively.I didn’t even need to glance at Andrew to know he hadn’t seen her leave either, so I asked him, my voice low but carrying that hard edge that made even him pause mid-step, “Where’s Julia?” He hesitated, which made the tension coil tighter in my chest, and I could almost feel the seconds stretching unbearably long, like some silent countdown to irritation or worse, and he finally muttered something about not noticing her, not exactly helpful. My gaze snapped to the flight attendant who had been hovering at the back of the cabin, attending to the drink service, and I didn’t soften m







