The next morning, the rain had stopped, leaving London under a pale, cold fog.I woke up slow, the silk sheets of Julian’s bed feeling incredibly soft against my bare skin. My whole body felt heavy, a dull, deep ache resting right between my thighs. It was a constant reminder of exactly what he had done to me against that glass window hours ago. I rolled over, my eyes searching the massive, modern bedroom.The bed beside me was empty, the sheets already cold. My heart did a sudden, painful drop. The reality of the situation hit me like a slap to the face. Julian was forty-five. He was a billionaire. He was my father's best friend. Last night was a beautiful, dirty sin, but today was real life. Had he already left? Was he regretting what he did to a twenty-two-year-old girl?Before the panic could completely take over, the bathroom door opened.Julian walked out, and my breath instantly caught in my throat. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist, his broad chest and stomach stil
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