[Juliette’s POV]We were soaking in a bathtub of warm, relaxing waters and fragrant foam and bubbles. I flattened my back against that broad chest, admiring the strength in those hard muscles and slipped a giggle. Man, my husband is one hell of a sexy beast. “Care to share the joke?” asked Ralph, his deep voice ringing in the steamed cavity. I ignored his question and lifted his hand, and smothered foam all over it. “I love your hands.” Behind me, he stiffened.Is he upset? I tried to turn and check on him. But he nudged me back to the front and snapped, “Stop fidgeting.” “Did I say something wrong?” I asked, genuinely concerned. After a brief silence, he muttered, “No.” I spread his fingers against mine as the silence continued. Then, he added, “I love it.” This time, I stiffened. “What do you mean?” There was fear in my whisper. He kissed the back of my neck. “What you said about me, I love hearing it.” He tucked my head under his chin and sighed. “It makes me feel… hu
[Juliette’s POV]Ralph muttered huskily, “How do you keep them straight and relaxed at the same time?” I stared at his mouth, unable to form a reply. Somehow, I felt a sexual innuendo in his words, and it turned me on.“Juliette,” he called out under his breath. I inched closer. “Hmm?” “You didn’t hear my question.” Those fine lips spread into a smug grin. I blinked and backed away as though scalded. “Shake your elbows. It helps,” I replied, proving him wrong. “OK.” He shook his elbows slightly, his face serious again. Hastily, I added, “Eyes on ball. Remember: NOTHING moves. Rotate around your waist and swing.” He followed every instruction and swung the club. *****An hour later… The game had ended and we were walking back to our golf carts. Mr. Clifford, owner of U.R.T's biggest supermarket, GreensMart, chuckled and patted Ralph's shoulder. "Old Harold always has a knack for spotting talents." Behind him, the owner of the largest pharmacy chain–father's long time fri
[Juliette’s POV] I gasped and tilted my head to give him better access, and he traced his tongue down the side of my neck to the curve that bend to my right shoulder. A shudder rippled through me. I wanted to put my arms around him and hug him close, but my arms were wrapped around the cool metal shaft. So I could only lean my neck towards his mouth. “You haven’t answered my question, Juliette,” he murmured against my collarbone. “How many times did you think of me? While we were out there.” I struggled to catch up. “I lost count!” “Naughty kitten…,” his deep voice rumbled across my skin. “I saw it in your eyes.” He nibbled the hill of skin as his hands slid up my thighs. “How many times did you imagine coming with me inside you?” “Mmm!” I whimpered. Shit! I hadn't thought of it. But the image of him making love to me out there on the teeing ground popped into my head—and drove me crazy. I became more frustrated with the restricted movement. I want to touch him, goddamn
[Ralph’s POV] At the Virtus mansion, in my study… "I put my trusted guys on the accounts. Sandy won't be able to get to any one of them." Ben looked at me from across the desk, his fingers tapping the arms of his chair. "What would you do, if you wanted money for your sustenance, but you don't have any?" I asked, my own fingers tapping my lips in ponderment. "And all the routes were cut," Ben added abstractedly. "And you're desperate." I stared solemnly at my best friend. "Shit," whispered Ben with a shocked expression. "I'm getting Juliette a phone," I said, and whipped out mine to make a note of it. "I'll get my buddy to tail her. In case she needed extra protection." Ben started tapping on his phone screen. I hate to put Juliette's life in danger. But I had no choice: Sandy's spending was getting out of hand, and we aren't earning fast enough to sustain it. I could use the Lux's fortune for the reformation, but it would compromise Lux Corp's expansion and jeopardis
[Juliette’s POV]I didn’t think it’d be that easy. But why did Karl sound as though he was getting a death sentence? I must ask him when he calls back. There seems to be something going on in the background with Papa’s email account. Suddenly, motivation filled my veins. I feel one step closer to the truth—one step closer to proving Ralph’s innocence. Wait a sec. Am I saying that Ralph is innocent? Well, anyone’s innocent until proven guilty, I defended myself, feeling like an idiot and a liar at the same time. Do I want Ralph to be innocent? Maybe starting a family with him won’t be as bad as I thought. We may be enemies but he’s potentially a good father, like Papa. And Papa chose him when he was most desperate. Desperate. My eyes lit up as an idea sprouted inside my head. Papa was desperate! Otherwise, he wouldn’t have chosen someone from the other side! Ralph said that he trusted the Luxes because we’d never talk to his family. Perhaps Papa was in the same situation! P
[Juliette’s POV] I ran out of the mansion, towards the Misty Hills. I need to get away from all this. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I feel is a jealous rage. Over that woman who’s held him today. I’m not stupid—for the scent to linger on someone’s clothes, she must’ve spent a considerable amount of time on him. I squeezed my eyes tight. Get out of my head! I don’t want to see it! I don’t want to see him with another woman! “Goddamn it, Juliette, come back here!” Ralph thundered after me. I continued running. I won’t stop until I’ve reached my destination. I need to find peace. The air shifted behind me. I could feel him getting close. With his long legs, even with walking he could keep up with me. I need to keep moving. “Juliette! Stop right there! I’m warning you! Goddamn it!” Finally, my grievances tore through my lips. “Leave me alone!” I should’ve focused on running—the second I uttered the three words, he had caught up with me and grabbed my upper arm to s
[Juliette’s POV] “I don’t want to hear it.” But I didn’t look away. Ralph pressed my palms harder into his cheeks. “I need to buy off her share of the family business. So I went to her.” I stopped struggling. Is he talking about his reformation plans? I listened with piqued interest. He pulled me closer and whispered harshly, “She was all over me. Tried to come down on me. But I pushed her away.” More dirty images filled my mind, and anger shot back into my eyes. “I don’t believe you. Everywhere smelled of her. YOU–smelled of her.” The Mafia King dropped my hands and stepped back. Holding my gaze, he unbuttoned his shirt. “This? You smell her on this?” Once it came undone, he yanked it off and flung it away like trash. “I’ll tell Thomas to burn it.” I swallowed hard at the sight of those fine abs. His chest heaved angrily. “What else?” His eyes fixed on mine, imploring for my trust. “This?” He unbuckled his pants and took them off while seizing my gaze, not letting me out
[Juliette's POV] The ground shook violently. I saw my hand, stretched out in sheer desperation at the Mafia King holding his gun at the merciless angle, its shiny barrel pressed on mother's forehead. I couldn't hear what they were saying. But I knew that mother was in peril. I need to get to her. "Mother!!!" My head screamed in panice terror. "Ralph, no!!!" The ground shook more violently. This time I heard the deep voice calling my name. "Juliette! Wake up!" I shook my head at Ralph who was now looking at me, an evil smirk on his handsome face. The face I've come to adore. He pulled the trigger. Mother's head did the jerk of death, and her body crumbled to the ground like a lifeless doll. NO!!!! "JULIETTE!!" The deep voice bellowed. "Goddamn it, wake up!!" Wake up? My eyes flew open and the same handsome face hovered above me, blocking out the lights. Gone was the evilness. Instead, a very concerned and angry face was in its place. "Jesus Christ, babe.