Semua Bab In Lust with my Sexy Boss: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Chapter Seventy TwoJulian’s POVThe door slammed behind her, the echo ricocheting through my office like a shot. Silence pressed in on me, thick and suffocating, but it wasn’t the kind that allowed for calm reflection. This was the kind that clawed at your ribcage, digging in sharp enough to leave marks.Her scent still lingered in the room, faint, maddening and I caught myself breathing deeper than I should, like some addict chasing the last traces of a high. My fingers flexed against the desk, knuckles whitening, as if the wood could take the frustration gnawing at me.Damn her.I should have let her go weeks ago. Hell, I should have never touched her in the first place. But the moment she looked at me with that storm in her eyes, not fear, not submission, but defiance, I was finished. I told myself it was control I wanted. That if I could keep her close, I could keep her quiet… and safe.Safe from them.Safe from me.I pushed away from the desk and followed the faint sound of her

Chapter Seventy FourAria’s POVThe steady hum of the elevator filled the silence between us, though silence didn’t feel like the right word. Julian’s presence was loud without him saying a thing. Every inhale of mine seemed synced to the faint trace of his cologne, a heady, smoky scent laced with something sharper, something that made my pulse quicken against my will.He stood beside me, hands in his pockets, gaze fixed on the glowing numbers above the doors as if he wasn’t acutely aware of how close we were. But I knew better. Julian Blackwell was a man who noticed everything. And right now, I could feel his awareness on me like the weight of a storm about to break.I shifted slightly, my shoulder brushing against his. The contact was electric, my breath caught, and I hated the way my body betrayed me with that slight hitch. His head tilted, just enough for his eyes to catch mine.“You’re fidgeting,” he said quietly, his voice a low rumble that seemed to seep into my skin. “Nervous?

Chapter Seventy SixJulian’s POVFor a heartbeat, my brain refused to register what I was seeing.The man standing in the doorway looked like a distorted memory, older, leaner, shadows carved deep into his face. His hair was darker than I remembered, streaked with silver, but those eyes… those eyes hadn’t changed.“Hello, Julian,” he said, his voice low but clear.Aria froze beside me. I could feel the tension rippling off her, like she knew she was standing in the middle of something monumental but didn’t yet know the shape of it.My grip on her chin had slipped when the door opened, but now my hand found hers instinctively, holding it tighter than I should have. “You’re supposed to be dead,” I said.The man’s mouth curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “And you were supposed to be smarter.”Aria’s eyes darted between us, confusion darkening to something sharper, suspicion. “Who is he?” she asked, her tone steady, though her fingers twitched slightly in mine.I didn’t answ

Chapter Seventy EightAria’s POV“Julian…” My voice came out barely above a whisper.He was already moving, the folder abandoned on the table as he put himself between me and the darkened corner. “Stay behind me.”But I couldn’t. Not when that voice, my voice, slid out of the shadows again, lilting and amused.“Oh, Aria… still letting him protect you? How sweet.”A figure peeled itself from the darkness, step by step, until the desk lamp caught her face.It was mine.Same cheekbones. Same mouth. Same calculating tilt of the head. But her eyes, they glittered like broken glass, sharp and cruel. And the way she looked at Julian… it wasn’t confusion. It was possession.Julian’s stance shifted, muscles coiled tight. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, like he was trying not to spook a predator.Her smile widened, and it was my smile, only twisted, dripping with something that felt like sin. “Why not?” she purred, eyes flicking to me. “She’s been dying to meet me.”My stomach lurc

Chapter EightyAria’s POVThe space between us felt like a live wire, every breath, every blink, every shift of his body tugging me closer. Julian didn’t move immediately; instead, he leaned his forearms on the desk, gaze locked on mine as if he could see straight past the practiced calm I wore like armor.The low hum of the city outside seemed distant compared to the sound of his breathing, slow, deliberate, drawing me in. My fingers curled against my thigh, nails biting lightly into my skin to keep me grounded, because if I didn’t, I might just lean forward and erase the gap entirely.“Aria,” he said, voice deep, deliberate. My name wasn’t a question. It was a claim.My lips parted but no words came out. Heat bloomed up my neck, settling in my cheeks. His gaze flickered there briefly, and I swore I saw the corner of his mouth twitch, as though he’d noticed, no, savored, my reaction.Then, with a movement so subtle I almost missed it, he brushed his knuckles against the back of my ha