Leslie had been sitting inside the Tripea Café for the past 30 minutes. She huffed out a breath and wrung her fingers together in annoyance.“Of course, he’s late. It’s so typical of him. I wonder what Julian is doing now,” she muttered and resisted the urge to text him. He hadn’t even messaged her a good morning. Was he that mad at her?“I have to settle this fast and give Julian the explanation he deserves. I won’t let this come between us.”“Ahem,” a voice called out, and she stiffened at the familiar sound. Raising her eyes to meet the owner of the voice, dirty blond hair and blackened blue eyes greeted her vision, accompanied by a snarky smile that had "sleazy McSleaze" written all over it. The man was not as tall as Julian, maybe about 5’8". He had a skinny figure and wore an oversized dress shirt and casual slacks that emphasized his skinniness even more. He dipped his head, feigning gentlemanliness.“It’s lovely to see you again, my Leslie,” he purred, and she straightened i
Julian had never felt so much blinding rage before. His rational senses flew away as he clenched his phone tightly in his hand, picked up his suit jacket, and stomped to the door.“Sir, is anything the matt—”“Shut it, Philip!” Julian snapped and headed for his private elevator. Reaching the parking lot, he realized his driver had already gone for his lunch break, so he snatched the key out of the valet’s hand and zoomed off in the direction of Blackwood Manor.Leslie had just stepped down from the cab when Julian’s car pulled up to the curb. Her eyes widened in surprise, and a flood of happiness washed over her. She half-skipped to his car and knocked on the window. She didn’t expect him to come down from the driver’s seat. She opened her mouth in surprise and was about to ask him why he came back so early, but she was stunned by his stormy expression.“J-Julian, is everything okay? Are you alright?”Julian sneered at her and walked toward her slowly.“J-Julian, what’s the matter?”H
Julian carried Leslie all the way up to his room, his mouth becoming desperate with need as he clung to her softness. “Are we there yet?” Leslie moaned, writhing against his strong grip. “My, my, impatient much?” Julian chuckled and groaned again when he felt Leslie bite down on his neck before soothing it with her tongue. She looked at him and smirked. “You’re not the only one allowed to leave hickeys.” Shutting the door to his room, he placed her on the bed gently without breaking the kiss. Her fingers glided through his broad shoulders, hair—literally anywhere she could touch. He placed his palm on her lower abdomen, and she gasped, her eyes widening with a flush. “I-I haven’t done it in a l-long time,” she stuttered.Julian’s eyes softened at her words. He pecked her forehead. “Well, that makes two of us.”He kept his mouth on Leslie’s again, and his hand inched lower until he was cupping her pussy. She mewled and arched her back.“Julian,” she rasped.“I’ll give you all the a
Mr. Pete Davis, Julian's PI, sat cross-legged in the lounge area of Julian’s office, explaining the events of the past week. It had taken him a week to find out about Leslie's ex.“That was all I was able to find, sir,” Pete concluded, uncrossing his legs as he straightened in his chair. His eyebrow arched when Julian didn’t respond neither did he spare him a glance—instead his eyes were fixed on his phone, texting with a smile on his face. Julian barely heard a word Pete said as he replied to Leslie’s text about how his day was going."My day is just boring. What are you doing? I miss you," he texted and waited for her reply.They had grown so close this past week; making love had cemented their bond, and he really started putting more effort into their marriage. Leslie had carved her way into his heart, and she wasn’t coming out anytime soon."I’m still trying to convince the gardener to teach me how to prune, but I think he’s scared of you. And I miss you too," Leslie texted back.
"I'll be home soon. I'm on my way," Julian's text read, making Leslie beam. She couldn't wait till he came home. Then her mind drifted off to the call she'd received an hour ago, and a smile settled on her lips."Leslie, my dear, how are you?" Arthur said, sounding like his usual cheerful self over the phone."I'm okay, Arthur. How are you doing today?" Leslie asked."I'm ecstatic! I'll be even happier once I share this good news with you," Arthur laughed. Leslie's ears perked up. "Good news? What is it? Tell me!" she said excitedly."The opening for my gallery has been approved, and it'll open next month!" Leslie’s heart felt so full she thought it might burst from happiness. "Really, Arthur? That's the best news I've heard all week! I'm so happy for you!""Thank you, little girl," Arthur replied, feeling proud of himself. "In fact, that's not all.""It isn't?" Leslie squealed."I have an offer for you. I want you to host the first solo exhibit at my gallery with only your pieces."
The drive to the hospital the next morning was filled with jokes and laughs. Leslie couldn’t believe that she suggested taking Julian to go see her dad. She looked over at him—his chiseled angular face, his broad shoulders in a simple polo and jeans,one of the most casual fits she’d ever seen him in. So simple yet so luxurious, and so Julian Blackwood. His strong, veined right hand was planted firmly on her thigh as he steered leisurely with the other. They’d ditched the driver and used another of Julian’s numerous cars—a Ferrari. Leslie had never felt so satisfied.“Penny for your thoughts?” Julian asked, looking over at her as they stopped for a red light.Leslie flushed. “I’m just thinking about how handsome my hubby is.”Julian’s eyes darkened, and his grip on her thigh tightened. “What did you call me?” he asked, almost whispering.“What did I just call you?” Leslie repeated with a sly smile.Julian smirked. “You know that word makes me feral for you, Les. You want me all hot and
The taste of betrayal was acrid and sour, and Julian detested it. His face was set in a hard line as he sat at the dinner table later that night, waiting for his “family" to arrive. Leslie had been quietly observing him all evening since he came back."Julian, you know you can talk to me, right?" she asked, placing her hand on his. "What's wrong?"Julian looked at her, his eyes softening briefly. She was in a flowy, soft green dress that matched her eyes, which were filled with worry. He brought her fingers to his lips. "Don't worry, it's nothing I can't fix, Les. Don't worry."As soon as he finished his words, they heard the butler welcoming Eleanor and Alexander. Of course, Vanessa Alexander doesn't seem to go anywhere without her, Leslie noticed."Good evening, everyone," Vanessa beamed.Julian didn’t respond, and Leslie awkwardly smiled in return. "Good evening, Vanessa. Welcome, mother-in-law," Leslie acknowledged and was only met with a nod from Eleanor. They all took a seat.
The sketch Julian slammed on the table had the face of a man—no other than Alexander Blackwood himself."This—this, what is this?" Alexander stuttered. "Is that me?""What does it look like, dear brother? You manipulated your goons to kidnap Marcus's daughter, then you led him to carry out your evil plans and made him take the fall for it. All for what? To spite me? Your goon, Rocky, was caught on his way fleeing from New York, and he confessed to it all and even graciously helped us describe you. What were you trying to achieve?" Julian’s voice rose. "Did you think of what could have actually happened if I didn’t move those goods on time? The Blackwoods' name would have been thoroughly dragged through the mud. What sort of foolery is this?"Julian had always known that his brother loved to spite him. Ever since his birth, Alexander had made it his sole mission to antagonize Julian, but this—it was simply going too far."I—I—I…" Alexander couldn’t come up with any words. "Those fucker