Chapter 204
Robert’s POV
I stord into the office after leaving Julie’s room, expecting to find Carlos there, but the place was empty. The coward had fled. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number back-to-back, but every ti, it just rang out.
I ground my teeth, slamming the phone onto the desk. "Fine, Carlos... let’s see how long you can hide from ."
I sank into my chair and leaned my head back, trying to catch my jagged breath. Damn it. I was seconds away from killing my best friend in a blind fit of rage. Why the hell am I jealous like this? Why did I lose my mind to the point of putting a piece to the head of the only man I actually trusted? Would I really have ended him over her?
I pressed my palms against my face, hard. I need to chill. I need to get a grip on these shattered nerves. I’m supposed to be the symbol of control, the cold-blooded professional running an entire security empire... so why do I lose it every ti it cos to her? Why is Julie the only crack in my armor?
I sat in the killing silence of the office, the image of her trembling in front of my gun haunting .
A strange, unwanted flicker of guilt started crawling up my spine, no matter how much I tried to deny it.
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Julie’s POV
I sat on the edge of my bed, hugging my shaking body. I was trying to process the madness of the last few minutes. Carlos almost died today! Damn it... what is happening? Is Robert really that quick to kill his own friend? A real terror took hold of at the thought of the blood that was almost spilled in my room.
I knew right then I had to talk to Carlos and warn him; he has to stay away from , or Robert will end him without a second thought.
Then I rembered his invitation for dinner in his room tonight. I let out an annoyed huff and looked away. There is no way I’m going. I won’t! Didn’t he just say those hateful things to ? Didn’t he question my character? I’ll just sleep. That’s the best plan.
I stood up heavily, dried my hair, and opened my closet with hesitation. What should I wear? And why am I even conflicted? I’m not going anyway! I pulled out a simple pair of pajamas and was about to put them on, then stopped. I put them back. Fine, I’ll wear sothing else.
Maybe he’ll insist I go, and even though I’ll definitely say no, I want him to find in sothing decent when he cos to beg.
I pulled out a short white skirt and a soft white blouse. I threw them on and stood before the mirror, looking at my pale face. "Maybe so makeup?" I muttered, reaching for my brushes. I’m definitely not going; I just want to look him in the eye when he cos to plead and say a cold, hard "No."
I finished my touch-ups, slipped into white flats, and checked my reflection. I was ready... to say no. I sat on my chair, watching the clock move at a killing pace. Dinner ti finally arrived. The cook ca in, wheeling the food cart. I asked, trying to hide my eagerness, "Did you take dinner to Mr. Robert’s room?"
"Yes," she replied calmly.
"How long ago?" I asked, my heart sinking.
"About ten minutes ago."
She left the cart and walked out.
I stayed put, feeling a sharp sting of insult in my chest. Damn him! Didn’t he say we’d eat together? Is he just eating by himself now? Whatever. I wasn’t going anyway. This is better; I don’t have to deal with him begging to join him. I sat back down and waited another five minutes. He didn’t co. Is he waiting for to go to him? Is he actually waiting right now?
"Enough. I’ll go myself," I hissed. I stord out and headed for his room. In a rush of adrenaline, I walked right in without knocking. I saw the plates set on the table and thought bitterly: He was really gonna eat without ? Fine, I’ll tell him... what will I tell him? Right, I’ll tell him I’m eating in my room and not to wait up.
As I walked toward his bed, I froze. He stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Damn it. The sight sent a sudden wave of heat through my face and body. He looked at , his voice deep and raspy. "Julie... you ca. Let’s eat."
My heart was screaming: "Tell him you’re eating in your room! Tell him you don’t want to see his face!" But instead, I heard myself whisper like a soft little kitten, "Okay."
Wasn’t I gonna say no? Why did I say okay?
I sat on the sofa, sha gnawing at . Fine, Julie. Since you said okay... just a slip of the tongue. Eat and get out. Robert sat beside , completely bare from the waist up. Is he doing this to torture ? How am I supposed to eat while looking at his defined muscles, his broad chest, and the way he looks so masculine even while just eating?
He noticed spacing out. "Eat," he said.
I dropped my eyes to the plate and started eating way too fast. I need to go before he thinks I have no pride. Suddenly, he said, watching my outfit, "You’ve never worn white like this before."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"I an, you usually mix it with other colors. But today, you’re all in white."
"Is that a bad thing?" I asked, nervously rubbing my hands.
"No," he said, his tone turning warm. "It’s beautiful."
I smiled involuntarily, then realized what I was doing and quickly wiped the look off my face. Damn it, you’re so naive! One word and he’s got you! "I’m finished with my dinner," I said with a fake sharpness.
Suddenly, he placed his hand gently on my thigh. Damn, damn, damn! A shiver ran through my entire body as his touch pierced through the fabric. He leaned in, whispering in my ear, making my breath hitch:
"Now... I’m going to have my dinner."
[Rockst3ady Thank you for the golden tickets, I appreciate it very much. Kisses to you. ]
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