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Imagines the way Julian’s eyes would catch, flicker, refuse to move away. By the time she heads downstairs again, dusk has crept into the corners of the house. The lamps are on, warm pools of gold across leather and glass. She finds Julian in the sunroom, reading. He hasn’t turned on the overhead lights, just a single tall lamp behind his chair. He looks up as she enters. She’s barefoot now, wearing a tank top and the same tiny shorts. Her skin is flushed from the shower, still slightly damp at the collarbone. She drops onto the couch opposite him, legs folding beneath her.

I sit up, heart racing. The comments are worse. “The girl is playing both sides, she’s not stupid.” “Alexandre has always been possessive. And now he’s losing it over a mere assistant?” “Daniel fell into a sentimental trap, it’s obvious.” “Who is this girl that two heirs are fighting like teenagers?” I drop the phone. A shiver runs up my arms. No shame. No fear. Something colder. Something more bitter. I have become a story. Not a person. A “narrative element” in a soap opera I never wanted to write.

Every bit of her. I leafed through them and my heart beat louder in my chest as each picture came out. Juliet is winding a pair of pumps in the garden. Juliet in a stroll with her friend. Juliet is sleeping in bed with a curtain of hair over her cheek. That one turned my stomach. Somebody had come near enough to the window of our bedroom. Someone was watching us. Watching her. At the bottom of the stack was a folder. An ordinary sheet of paper inside, written in angry jagged strokes that burned into the paper.

“Trust me. I would have felt it, if they were.” “Okay. If you say so.” We finished our workout and picked up with practice. It was quite a grueling one. Afterwards, we all hit the showers, in order to cool off. I spent quite a long time in the shower. I was still underneath the spray of the cold water by the time everyone else left. I shut my eyes, emptying my mind, thinking of nothing else but the sound of the shower drops. Like pelts of rain. I heard the curtains rustle and my eyes flung open. Juliet stood before me in all her naked glory. She was smiling at me.

"But not as great as Blackjack." She tossed back her head and laughed. "Ouch. Okay. Turnabout fair play and all that." She stood up and reached for the straps of her sundress, flicking them off her creamy shoulders. She wiggled again-just like in the chair-and the thin cotton fabric slithered down her body. Leaving her completely naked. "Oh, my God," I whispered. "You didn't have anything on under there?" Juliet lifted her hands. "Nothing but a smile."

This time Julia couldn’t keep her eyes closed. “You! Son of a bitch! What are you doing?!” she shouted very fiercely, her face sullen with anger. There were fireballs in her huge eyes, wanting to burn him to dust if she could. “I’m gonna do what two naked bodies do,” Joshua answered with a smile. Though he was in a trouser with a bare chest, still Julia found him naked. Julia gasped with more shock. Because she believed that something might have happened before that while she was unconscious, otherwise this man would not be so absurd doing something with her.

She was in awe of the rogue's beauty like everyone else. 'That's not a child, my Prince. That's a young adult,' she mind-linked me. 'Don't tell me you are jealous. It doesn't suit you,' 'No, she's just a dirty rogue.' Juliana greeted Nate and my cousin. She completely ignored Nalya, but if I'm honest, Nalya ignored her, too busy looking at the eye-catching pack house. I went straight to my suite to shower. Leaving the bathroom, I found Juliana naked in bed. I put on my boxers and sat at the edge, checking the emails on my laptop. Juliana kissed and caressed my back.

Hey dear readers! After reading do leave your reviews to encourage me. Also try my other books; Bad boy Stole My Innocence- ongoing Queen of Assassins - completed Thank you! Your Author KK ~~~~~~~~ In the middle of a big room, Celestine laid silently on a Queen size bed all wrapped up in red sheets and duvet. Her big eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings and slightly her eyelids moved upwards. Celestine blinked and looked around the unfamiliar room which was more like a room filled with blood suffocating other people.

'What have you done to the book, Helel? Juliette stepped forward, clasping onto Blake's arm. 'What is it?' she hissed. 'What's happened?' 'Look!' Blake said, shoving the book into her eager hands. 'Open it. Look. It's blank. Every single page. Blank! ' He raised his fist to strike Ethan again, but Juliette quickly grabbed his wrist and held him back.

“What do you think?” I didn’t answer. I’m busy admiring everything in silence. The bed also carried an elegant canopy, one in dark colors. The sheets had an amazing rose embroidery. The closet looked gigantic, with an innate elegance. My room was the only one that had a bookstore, so I assumed Donovan had investigated me in some way. A rose rested on the comb, so I went over to take it between my fingers. “It’s beautiful,” I sighed. “It’s totally Juliet!” Julia exclaimed.