All Chapters of Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SARIAN The driver had taken me home and gone back to the club. It was 11 pm.and I couldn't sleep.The kitchen's windows were illuminated by the moon which gave the tiled floor a silvery sheen. My fingers curled around a cold glass of water as I sat silently beside the kitchen island, the glass of water warmed my palm but I didn't feel thirsty. I was heartbroken. He had kissed her. Catalina. Just thinking about her made me and her name was something I didn't want to ever hear again. I didn't know if I should be crying over him. He had brought another woman and introduced her as his friend and I stood there looking foolish and trying not to cry in front of strangers. “ Mia cara, you’re home early, no?” A soft voice drifted in from the corridor. I turned and saw the elderly Italian maid Greta. Her graying hair was tied back in a loose bun. Her expression

SARIAN “Don't you dare walk out on me.” He growled and I found myself frozen in place. My ears watered and my breath hitched. He was angry and the sound of his voice made me squirm. I felt so cold all of a sudden and I didn't know which made me cold: the rain outside tapping against the window or the sound of his voice.I turned slowly and his stone cold eyes locked on mine and I bit my lower lip hard, almost drawing out blood.He was different now and not the guy I used to know. Not the man who pressed promises to my lips once. His voice was as sharp as a knife cutting through me when he spoke.“Stop staring at me like I'm the antagonist in your little fairy tale. “He gave me a dirty look when I tried to speak.“Do you think I like what's going on?” “Yes! You act like you have no heart! As if I'm nothing more than a pawn in your mafia game!” I yelled my voice shaking “You do! I know you freaking do.”

SARIAN I had told myself that I wasn't ever going to fall for another again. It's been three days here but I had told Simeon some very interesting lies. I had told myself that I would focus on repaying my father's debt just as Don Julio had said and then I would leave and her a better life somewhere else. But with him . It was different. I had lied about my name and everything and he had believed and he seemed to like me. Damn. It was a Friday evening. It was him again, same dark eyes. The same serene assured smile. Simeon. He entered like he belonged here with deliberate slow steps that seemed like he wasn't scared of anyone. He had asked for my section for the third consecutive night. Despite his loud presence, he was always courteous and quiet. Too polite for a man who looked filthy rich. I made an effort to remain calm. I took his order, smiled and turned to go. But the truth was that every time he gazed at me my heart raced. It seemed as though he could see right

SARIAN I shut my eyes, trying to push the pounding headache out of my head as I sat on the bathroom floor, naked, my knees drawn to my chest and the water from the shower pouring over me.The quiet wasn't serene. It was heavy and loud. As if I wasn't prepared for what was about to happen. My tears had dried up after everything—Don Julio, Catalina the lies, the kiss. I had stopped crying. But I still had chest pain and whenever I remembered what had happened, I felt like crying again.But this pain didn't go away immediately, it was the kind of pain that prevents you from breathing normally as if it were sitting on your ribs. I had lost all sense of what to believe. Gradually, I got up and entered the bedroom. I looked at my bedside tables, the old music box, the drawer and the walls. It had been weeks since I had touched it. I remembered bringing it along that night that I and Marie were supposed to leave that god forsaken town and Marc had sold us out like hand me downs.I haven't

SARIAN. I shouldn't have visited the beach.I should have said no but somehow, Simeon has a charming way of doing what you don't want to do and you have to like it.I smiled as I remembered our time at the beach as I stood behind the bar the following evening trying to concentrate. That was all I could think about. I sighed, when I remembered I was pretending not to notice the heat of Simeon's kiss still burning on my skin.I repeatedly wiped the same glass. I shut my eyes. What was I thinking? The club was more boisterous than normal, packed, drunken laughter here and there, raising and falling.Caresses, rapid discussions , women walking around, looking for the next customer They are conducting business in whispers. It all felt normal. Too normal. Tonight a new bartender was working next to me. A man with a sharp jaw and a slicked-back hairstyle. He was not smiling at all, just serious and focused on what he was doing and he said nothing. Just swiftly mixed drinks without ever