Julien Baker Partner Novels & Stories

Rebecca bit her lower lips with little frustration as her brows arched with uneasiness. "Julia, Mr.Edwin asked me to attend the banquet with him as a partner!" Julia's jaw dropped when she heard this news. "Wow!" "That's great news! Babe!" Julia exclaimed with happiness. "How could this be great news?" Her face frowned when she suddenly saw her friend too excited. "Babe! You are going to be the big boss's partner. You should be happy. It's not a small thing." Julia explained while she waved her hand to stop a cab that was now coming towards them.

As if noticing I was watching them, the brunette left his side and walked towards me, her hand extended. "I don't think we've formally introduced ourselves. My name is Emily Bakers, and I am Julian's true mate."

"The one who broke into your mother's Uber account." A small smile touched Julian’s lips. "She sounds... formidable." "She's terrifying," Noah said. "You'll like her." "Okay," Julian said. "Dinner." He checked his watch. Then he looked at Noah, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "Can I bring someone?" Julian asked. Noah frowned. "Who?" "My partner," Julian said. "Not business. Personal." Aria raised an eyebrow. "You have a partner?" "For three years," Julian said. "He's... well, he's the reason I stayed sane while working for my mother."

I let out a short, harsh laugh that sounded ugly even to my own ears. "Worked? Is that what we’re calling it? Because I’m looking at Julian Cross and I’m seeing a man who invested a lot more than just professional interest in you." She didn't back down. She didn't even blink. "Julian is my partner. His investments saved the project." "I bet he did," I snarled, the jealousy I’d been trying to bury for hours finally clawing its way up my throat. I leaned in, my voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper.

Lotte took a big whiff of the area around her and almost started drooling. The cakes with their vanilla aroma… The pies and all of their sugary/fruity goodness… And those eclairs. It was almost enough to help her tune out the pathetic excuse of a ‘Karen’ standing on the other side of the counter. With a grin, she turned and winked at Julian, the bakery owner, attempting to help ease some of the tension brought on by a woman with nails long enough to double as chopsticks.

Chester looked intimidated by the batters before him, making me laugh a little. The poor giant I thought. He seems like an okay guy, plus it’s kind of funny seeing the giant scared of the dough and batter. “It’s a lot more fun than it looks, I promise.” I held out my hand. “I’m Melody.” “Chester.” He grabbed it and shook. His hands were warm and callused. I began working with him by showing how to bake the batter for the petit fours. He was a quick learner, and soon enough, I left him be to get the rest of it baked as I prepared the fillings for the cannolis, cream puffs and eclairs, and the petit fours.