JULIEI walk into the staff with Mr. Taylor before me. There is nobody except for us. Not even Mr. Orlando. Mr. Taylor sits in his usual place and asks me to have a seat with him. I sit there, palming my black plain skirt on my thighs that reaches just my mid-thighs and my legs covered in black net stockings. "I need your help with something, Ms. Dawson," he says, stealing a glance at my fingers."Oh, in what?" I ask, raising my chin a bit to face him. He looks good in black. Well, super hot. He is wearing a black suit and a white shirt inside it. His clothes are wonderfully ironed and whoever does it, should be awarded for this. He sighs and brings his mobile out of the pocket of his trousers, meanwhile he towers on me, and my breath hitches at the same moment. He does not seem to notice it. He sits back and then shows me the screen after typing something. I look at the screen and notice there are a lot of dresses. It is a shopping site. "I have to find a suitable dress so I can
NICHOLASWhen I move to the parking lot, I find Julie on the way. He is standing on the ground, holding the straps of her knapsack. She looks lost. Probably thinking about something. I go to her and stand behind her. She is still there, not looking startled though my footsteps were clearly loud enough to be heard by her. "Here alone?" I ask. My voice seems to pull her out of her thoughts. She turns slowly and nods at me. I tilt my head and notice that her eyes are half opened. Is she getting sleepy already? While standing here? I admit that the sunlight is sweet these days. Autumn is about to end. Nobody can be troubled by the sun nowadays but that does not mean Julie can get sleepy while standing here under the sun. "Dad isn't coming," she says. Even her voice is small. "What about your friends?" I ask, referring to the girl who is always dressed in something red and white and sits next to Julie with Jeremy. "Blue is stuck with Mrs. Fahn and Jeremy has football practice." I kn
JULIEI wore a pink shady satin gown. It has a v-neckline. My hair is perfectly made. I have applied a very thin layer of makeup and I know I am looking super hot. The confidence comes because of my father. He complimented me again and again, just like his friend — about whom he talked. His name is Eric Hyde and I remember him. He was our next-door neighbor when I was just five. I remember him coming to us, having dinner together, and giving me ice cream and chocolates. He has a major role in spoiling me. And at that time, he was newly wedded. Uncle Eric has two kids now. His wife is as pretty as before. She seems happy with her husband, as this is all we see. He did not bring his kids tonight because he said he just wanted to meet my dad and me because he officially moved here back. Guess what? I should be happy but I am not that kid anymore. I do not think he is going to bring me chocolates and ice cream like before. So the evening passes normally and I am somehow grateful to M
Please reward the story with your gems. And follow the book for daily updates. JULIEThe corridor is silent as I stand there, looking around for a second to check if someone is there. Well, I do not find anybody and this makes things easier for me. I wait for Mr. Taylor and once he comes out, I put a smile on my lips. He looks startled to find me here but then, I notice his lips spreading in a small smile. A smile that is way too genuine and beautiful. He looks handsome like that and I think I am falling for him — his smile once again. "Hi," I say, my smile widening carelessly. I may look like a teenage girl right now who has a crush on a man who is older than her and obviously forbidden. "Hi. What are you doing here, Ms. Dawson?" He asks, standing straight and looking down at me. "My dad's friend invited us for dinner here." "Oh, I see.""What about you?" Well, I have seen it but I want it to flow right now. "It's my friend's birthday," he answers me and my mind highlights th
JULIEHe looks heavenward and I pepper desperate kisses on his throat. I press my weight on my toes and reach the other untouched side of his neck. I press my lips firmly there and then flick my tongue out to lick the hot skin. He groans, dipping his fingertips into my skin and the pain brings a pleasant feeling as well. A moan escapes me and my lips melt against his skin. My breasts press into his firm chest and a groan rumbles within it, leaving me breathless. It was the sexiest sound I have ever heard. Moving away, I peer up at him, feeling so hot. He is staring right down at me and his lips are parted. They are pink like always but the darkness in his eyes takes my breath away. His pupils are dilated, too. "Why did you stop now?" He asks, giving me a reason to love him even more. He wanted more, right? I bite my bottom lip, whispering, "Is it the right place?" He narrows his eyes and I can sense he is displeased to hear the answer. He presses his lips tightly together and a
NICHOLAS When I wanted to praise Julie for her courage, I thought for a moment about how she got the courage to kiss my neck. She did not even have alcohol in her system that night, yet she courageously pushed me to the restroom and had her way with me.But now when I look at her, I can understand that the courage inside her opens only for me. It is only for me that she frees herself so much that the desire to kiss me flows within her and she openly comes to kiss me. But remembering last night, I would like to appreciate not only her courage but also her cleverness. I mean first I thought she was drunk so she could not resist the urge to kiss me. But when I found her sober — because I could not smell alcohol in her system — I thought that she wanted to kiss me because she wanted to. Well yeah, as time passed, she kept kissing me until she found us moving further and then moved back, feigning that she regretted doing it in the wrong place. Wrong place? No way, I knew she took car
JULIEA week has passed. And this whole week I only practiced for my exams. Three more days passed. And in those three days, my remaining theory-based subjects were tested continuously and today is accountancy. I am nervous. I handled other subjects without my palms sweating but today, I think I am going to sweat down a river. Kidding! No, I am fresh. It is just that my nervousness has touched its peak. I pat my cheeks and take a deep breath. "Nervous?" Asks my dad from beside me. He is driving the car and I am sitting next to him, looking out through the window. "A bit," I say, my voice coming out very low. "Yeah, but don't worry, you'll handle it easily. I believe you," he smiles at me, patting my head by holding the steering wheel with one hand. "Dad! Please don't do this while driving!" I gape at him and he hurriedly pulls his hand back, handling the steering wheel. "Okay, princess!" He jokes but I am deadly serious right now. This is not a joke at all, especially when it
JULIEIt was an hour-and-a-half exam and the whole time I felt that Mr. Taylor was standing over my head. After the distribution of sheets, I gave my full focus to the questions. Although I found some questions difficult, while doing them, they also became easy to solve. Accountancy is not that difficult. Plus, having Mr. Taylor on my head while doing the paper was not too easy. He was making me nervous — making me feel like he was watching everything. He was taking care of everything, seeing how I am solving the questions. At the third question, he rushed to correct me but stopped himself from doing so. I could understand why he did not rush to help me. He is a professor, after all. He cannot bias a student. But I smiled when I saw his restlessness for me. I felt special. For a moment, I kept staring at him, walking back to his desk and keeping an eye on each student from there. I was overwhelmed to know Mr. Taylor was wanting to help me. When he found I was not solving the ques
EPILOGUE.JULIE.It has been five years of our marriage and life has only become beautiful with my partner. Nick. We have a two-year- old baby girl. Her name is Narois. Yeah, the name is given by Nick only. It means flower. Nick's favourite flower. Well, he never liked flowers but the day Narois was born, he found difficulty in holding her. Only because she was so delicate and little. She was pink. She was sleeping and Nick never knew how to hold something or someone very delicately so he first made a few kinds of positions but when I yelled at him — only because I was worn out and Nick was busy doing a dance of his awkward positions — he silently stood straight and held out baby. But even at that time, he was afraid of hurting her. Seriously, I was melting at that time. At that moment, I realised he was going to be her hero, her king and the best father in the world for her. I squirm when I feel a soft and small touch on my face and neck. I squeeze my eyes shut and hum at my bab
165| So Much Love.Julie.I take a deep breath after we are home. I plop onto the bed and close my eyes. Soon, I hear the sound of the door opening and then he steps in my direction. I keep my eyes closed. He comes and sits next to me. He then leans in and kisses my forehead. I smile. He then moves back and then lies next to me. We stay like that for a moment before I get up and start unzipping my gown. The windows of our room are already closed. I am a bit tired but not too tired. There is an orange glow in our room and I know he knows what I am doing right now. After I come out of my huge and heavy gown, I remove other accessories and there I see Nick opening his eyes and then sitting on the bed, looking at me intensely. "I promised," I say, lowering my gaze and going to him. He smiles. "I'm glad you remember, baby." He then pulls me towards him. I stumble upon his lap as he pulls me unexpectedly. My palms land on his shoulders and my knees bend on either side of his body. I
164| Mending Relationship With Dad .NICHOLAS .Sometimes my Julie is unpredictable. She asks something suddenly and catches me off guard. Even tonight she is thinking about someone else. Even tonight she is not selfish — asking me to have a conversation with my arrogant dad and solve everything between us. I huff at the thought. How did she think I would be doing it for her? Yes, of course, she trusts me the most after her dad. She trusted me that I will talk to my dad but honestly if even today he tried to be an asshole, I am going to leave him. Yes, I will. I am not kidding anymore. I come out of the huge hotel, in which we decided to arrange the ceremony. I search for my dad and I do not find him anywhere. I go to the backside of the hotel where there is a huge park and it is decorated perfectly. I run my eyes around and spot that old man — my dad sitting on a bench, looking at somewhere absent-mindedly. I walk to him, adjusting the lapels of my jacket. I stand behind him,
163| We Are Married Now . JULIE . Everything went well. We are a wedded couple now. I am standing inside the hall, with my husband Nicholas Taylor. He is dressed up in a black tuxedo, looking so charming and hot at the same time. He is looking elegant. I can't take my eyes off him. He is looking devilishly handsome. His jet black hair is gelled back and his eyes are gleaming with happiness. He is happy. Me too. I am smiling at the guests around us. The hall is filled with them. My ring finger is shining brightly with a diamond ring that is put on by Nick — the love of my life. "Finally," he sighs after a lady leaves. I giggle under my breath at his reaction. The lady was his mother's sister and she talks a lot. She annoyed Nick by asking him questions non-stop. "You're way too tired, no?" I ask, putting my hand on his shoulder. I adjust the border of his lapel and smile at him. He smiles back at me. His lips are red due to sipping wine that is in his hand. He is twirling
162| Wedding Shopping!.JULIE.She giggles and snuggles her face close to my chest as I sit next to dad. He gives me a warm smile as he asks, "How was your day princess?" "It was good, dad. I met their Alpha Atlas. And surprisingly dad, he's one of the shareholders of your company." I tell him as I look down at my baby sister and play with her, rocking in my arms and kissing the tip of her nose. She giggles, making grabby hands to hold the collar of my shirt. Her warm and smooth touch meets my neck. I giggle, unable to stop myself. She is so cute! "Atlas Myles Rozell? Is he a werewolf, too?" My dad's eyes widen as he asks me. I laugh at his reaction, nodding my head and saying, "Yes! Atlas Myles Rozell is a young businessman, holding the position of a shareholder in your company. I was also surprised to meet him. I mentioned you to him and he agreed on your company's profit share. You give him a very handful amount, dad!" I grin at him. He grins back, saying, "Yeah, we do." "
161| We Are Going To Get Married Soon.JULIE.Three years have passed since our relationship. Meanwhile, our relationship has only grown, its strength has grown and so has the love between us. I finished my studies and internship during this time and now I am a manager in a company. Nick's side has always been with me. Like my father, he always supported me. Where I was wrong, he corrected me and where my path was clear and better, he encouraged me to move forward. Meanwhile, I will never forget the contribution of both my father and Nick in my life. Now I am also successful like my father. Nick has also brought promotion in his professor's job three times in three years. With such progress, he will very soon become the President of that university. It was good news when he told me that. We celebrated together. We had dinner together and had a lot of fun at that time. He is humble and hardworking. What could stop him like that? But in the meantime, he never received a message f
160| I Will, Don't Worry.JULIE.I found myself in his room when I got up. He must have taken me back. I know. I remove the blanket and walk downstairs. I find him serving us dinner and when he looks up at me, he smiles at me. Good that his mood is fine now. And then we have dinner together. ——〃♡♡〃——It is the middle of the night or maybe around it. I do not know because I am busy receiving what he is giving to me. I am lying on the cold floor of his room, naked. And even though it is cold, I can't feel its coolness because of the sweat covering my body and heat emerging out of us due to our lovemaking. Our clothes are scattered around the room. He is hovering over me and pounding into me ruthlessly by holding my thighs apart. The pain is too much in my hips but the pleasure he is giving to me overwhelms that. His cock is drilling deep inside me and he is moaning and grunting with me. With his each thrust, my body jerks up and my boobs bounce. His eyes darken in lust and he stop
159| She's A Human!.JULIE."So when did you guys meet?" Grace asks excitedly. "When I left the place, mom," he says and I notice Nolan listening to him carefully. "And you didn't even tell me? That's so painful, Nick!" She shows fake pain, palming her chest dramatically. I smile at her joyful nature. She is indeed cute. And that's how they start speaking with each other. I just hope Nick's father will accept our relationship. That's another problem in our relationship after two years. "Yeah, I was actually occupied with many things," he says normally but I feel like he is trying to cover up because I can feel the tension in his body. Nolan secretly steals a glance at Nick as he says, "Still." He rolls his eyes. Oh no, what is the problem with this son and father? Nick's jaw clenches suddenly and he abruptly says, "Of course, still I didn't want to. Didn't want to after you were —" and before he can say further, I quickly squeeze his hand which is under mine, whispering his na
158| Is She Your Mate?.JULIE.She gives Nick a very beautiful smile and soon she comes to hug him. He hugs her back but still, he does not leave my hand. "I missed you so much, my love!" She says, pulling back. Nick smiles at her, saying, "Me too, mom." The lady then looks at me, asking, "Is she your mate?" Her eyes squint a bit when she asks Nick but her attention stays on me. I stare back, bile forming in my throat due to nervousness as well as excitement. Nick's mom is really beautiful. She looks cute, too. She is wearing a white knee length dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Her hair is tied neatly in a French bun. His father also looks great in his formal attire and they look so elegant together that I feel like a sack of potatoes in front of them. Their son is not less, by the way. Nick also has a great sense of style. "Yes. She is the one," Nick says in his deep mesmerizing voice. His arm snakes around my waist and he slightly pulls me closer. "Hello," I say, resist