Julien Baker Partner Novels & Stories

After all this time his touch still does something to me. I think Julian feels it too because he immediately looks down at my hand on his and gently clasps my fingers in his palm, holding me in place. “What about you? Are you still working at that bakery?” he enquires, and I smile at the fact he still remembers where we left off. I nod happily. “I am. I’m actually one of the bakers there now,” I announce haughtily. His radiant smile breaks across his face, almost taking my breath away and I find myself getting lost in it and those gorgeous dimples. I hadn’t realised how much I missed just looking at his face and seeing his smile.

What's the main business of Julian's company? "Julian owns a building materials trading company that survives mainly by supplying goods to real estate projects under Callahan Group, Ms. Callahan. In fact, the biggest account he currently holds is the exclusive supply for our new housing estate in the East District." As it turned out, in my world, he wasn't even a blip on the radar. "Freeze his cash flow and notify our subsidiaries and partners to immediately terminate all cooperation with Julian's company." "Understood, Ms. Callahan. It'll take effect within ten minutes."

Going against me isn’t an option. **** AVA BAKER’S POV. I sat on my bed, surrounded by the familiar comforts of my bedroom, but my mind was a million miles away. I stared blankly at the wall, my thoughts consumed by Julian's sudden change in behavior towards me . Just a week ago, he looked at me with admiration. Julian would tell me how important I am to his cause, and we would talk for hours about everything and nothing. But now, it seems like Julian has lost all sense of want for me. He wouldn't even look in my direction, I feel like a slave in this giant house. Nothing makes sense anymore.

My reflection in the window looked like a man who had just survived a high-speed collision only to realize he was still trapped in the wreckage. "Mr. Griffin?" Julian’s voice was tentative, cautious. He was standing by the mahogany conference table, clutching a stack of structural reports like a shield. "I... I have to apologize. I had no idea there was such a—" He scrambled for the word. "—volatile history between the two of you. If I had known Beckett Holding Group was a restricted entity for you, I would have flagged the partnership during the initial vetting." I turned away from the window, my jaw aching from the sheer force of clenching it. "It wasn't restricted, Julian. It was... unexp

No vulnerabilities. Directly across from me sat Julian. He wore a dark blue suit, his posture straight, his face the unreadable, icy mask of a billionaire who owned half the transit hubs on the eastern seaboard. He hadn't looked at me once since we sat down. We were business partners here, nothing more. The press was still buzzing about my arrest yesterday, but the DA's silence after the bail hearing had kept the partners cooperative, if slightly tense. Tessa Sterling sat to Julian’s right.

Julian and Étienne handled it all with ease, their teamwork seamless. “Lexi,” Julian said suddenly, breaking my focus. “Yes?” I said quickly, my heart jumping. “Take note of these figures,” he said, nodding toward the screen. I grabbed a pen and scribbled down what I could, my hands slightly shaky. The client glanced at me, his expression amused. “Your assistant’s a little green, Blackwood.” “She’s not my assistant,” Julian said coldly. “She’s my partner.” The client raised an eyebrow but said nothing. I avoided his gaze, my cheeks burning.

The name hung in the air like smoke. Caesar tensed. Julian's expression flickered…confusion, then understanding, then something carefully neutral. Aiden turned to Caesar, eyes wide. "This is…this is why the location was confidential? You have Julian here? You found him and you didn't tell anyone?" "Doctor…" Caesar started. But Julian stepped forward, hand extended with a mask of perfect courtesy. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. My name is Kohler Junior. I'm Caesar's business partner."

"I should have told her I'd be out of town." "She seemed surprised you didn't mention Singapore," I continued. "We've been working on a deal together," Julian explained. "I should have updated her on my schedule, was she upset?" "No," I said. "Just surprised, she said you work well together face to face." Something in my tone must have given me away because Julian's voice shifted. "Claire, Isabelle is a business partner," he said carefully. "Nothing more." "I didn't say she was anything more," I replied quickly.

I turned to find Maya and Celeste watching us with undisguised curiosity. "Ladies, this is…" I hesitated, realizing I didn't actually know his name. He offered them a charming smile and smoothly stepped in. "Julian," he said. "I'm an old friend." I blinked, then recovered quickly. "Right. Julian, meet my business partner Maya and our design coordinator Celeste." "The infamous Dreamland crew," Julian nodded, flashing them a charming smile. "Serena's told me all about you." "Funny, she's never mentioned you," Maya replied, giving me a look that clearly said 'we'll discuss this later.'

But it was a headline from one of the major entertainment platforms, and the thumbnail stopped my breath. Julian’s face filled the preview. Sharp jaw, dark eyes, that unreadable composure he wore like a second skin. Exclusive Interview: Julian Cross — Billionaire, Businessman, and the Wife He Never Talks About. My thumb hovered over the screen for a full second before I pressed play.