All Chapters of The Wrong Kind Of Love: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

YULIAWeeks later, waiting for my results was somehow more stressful than sitting the actual exams. At least during the exams, I knew what I was dealing with. I had the questions in front of me, my answers on paper, and a clear moment when everything would finally be over.Now, I had nothing to do except wait.The aroma of fresh tea and warm pastries greeted me before I even entered the dining room.Dad was already seated at the table with his tablet in front of him, while Daphne was pouring herself a cup of tea.“Good morning,” I greeted.“Good morning, baby girl,” my father responded.Daphne smiled warmly. “Look who finally decided to come downstairs.”I pulled out a chair. “I've been awake for hours.”“Doing what?” she asked.“Checking my results.”Dad chuckled. “They haven't been released yet.”“I know.”“Then why keep checking?”I shrugged. “Because maybe the university will suddenly change its mind.”I reached for a piece of toast.Daphne lifted her tea. “Congratulations on fin

KENDRICKBy the time I left the penthouse, I was furious. Not the kind of anger that made me want to break something. This was worse.It sat beneath my skin, hot and restless, replaying every word Yulia had said until I could barely think straight.Maybe I'm scared that one day you'll get tired of fighting.My hands tightened around the steering wheel.How could she think I would get tired? After everything we'd been through? After everything I'd done to prove that I wasn't going anywhere?I pressed harder on the accelerator, my jaw clenched. The city lights blurred past the windshield.I loved her. That was the problem. If I didn't love her, none of this would hurt so fucking much.My phone rang through the car speakers.Victor.I stared at the screen for a second before answering. “What’s up?”“Damn, bro,” Victor said with a laugh. “You chose the exact moment I'm out of the country to go to the club without me?”Despite myself, I let out a bitter chuckle. “Trust me. I'm not having a

KENDRICKI stared at Yulia from across my office, unable to decide which emotion deserved to win. Anger, relief, hurt, or the overwhelming urge to cross the space between us and pull her into my arms.She stood there quietly, her fingers intertwined in front of her. For the first time since she'd walked through my door, the confidence I'd always seen in her seemed to have disappeared.I leaned back against the window and arched a brow. “Well?”She gulped, holding tight onto her purse. “I uh… I came to apologize.”I said nothing. Just stood there, arms crossed, taking in her sad expression.Her eyes dropped to the floor before she forced herself to look at me again. “I should have come sooner, but I didn't know what to say. Every time I thought about calling you, I remembered what I said at dinner.”“You mean when you told me loving me is going to cost you everyone else?”She nodded slowly. “Yes.”My hands curled into fists on the desk as I glared at her. “The last time Sophie came bet

KENDRICK With my latest project underway, I knew more was bound to hit the fan, but before it did, I wanted to do something nice and private for my girl. So when Yulia told me she wanted to go on vacation, I decided there was only one way to do it—give her an experience so unforgettable that every other trip would pale in comparison. Admittedly, I didn’t like vacation like that. Anytime I left the country, it was for business. I saw no value in taking time off just to look at the fucking water or be by my lonesome. All I did was be swallowed up by my thoughts, and whether I was around Europe or on other continents, the shit didn’t feel good. I also hadn’t met a woman that I felt comfortable enough with to fly out of the country. The majority of the time, when you spent too much fucking time with a woman, she justifiably began to expect more from the relationship. I wasn’t on that before Yulia. Just gifts and a couple of sex-filled nights together were all I was willing

KENDRICKI kissed Yulia hungrily as I reached behind her to remove the semblance of a bra, just as I’d done her panties moments ago. Scooping her up effortlessly, I laid her on the bed, wedging myself between her legs before moving south.Once I was face-to-face with her pussy, slightly glistening already, I sucked on her inner thighs, basking in the way she cooed and purred. The sounds of the waves crashing against the shore behind us blended in with her whimpers in perfect harmony.Spreading Yulia’s legs wider, I started to lap at her clit, slowly but with intention, just the way I knew she liked the shit. She’d never verbally expressed it, but she came the hardest and the quickest when I did shit this way. “Mmm.” I moaned, languidly dragging my tongue around her clit, hitting under the hood and French kissing a little bit.“Kendrick . . . oh my gosh.” Her voice hit a high pitch as her nails scraped at the back of my head, and I could tell by the octave she’d hit that she was ab