"Oh Julian, finally! I get to see you again. It's been so long!." Julian thought as he coldly peeled the hands holding him in a vice-like grip and turned to face the woman in black with a blank stare. "What's with that look on your face?" she said, pouting. "Aren't you excited to see me?""What are you doing here?" Julian said, his voice dropping to a cold whisper. She froze slightly but regained her cheerfulness. "Forget that. Tell me, how do I look?" She spun around for Julian to check out, but his eyes remained on her face the whole time. "So, how do I look?""Like a normal human being.""Oh, c'mon," she said, indignation coating her voice. "I look stunning!!."True to her words, she did look stunning. The black wrapped sheath dress she wore clung to her body like a second skin. She was tall and shapely like a Caribbean model. Her feline cat eyes and full plum lips could bring any man under her control. Any man except, well... Julian Blackwood. "I'll ask you again, what are you
High ceilings, all shades of white, gray, and black, minimalist designs, and a grand view of the city's skyline gave Julian's office a sense of mature control and elegance. He let out a puff of air and stretched himself on his executive chair. He'd been stuck with paperwork concerning the Pattersons deal all morning and wasn’t even halfway done. It was a multi-billion dollar corporation, and he wasn’t leaving any chances for loopholes.A knock sounded at the door, and Phillip, his personal assistant, a tall lanky guy with glasses and gelled black hair, came in and stood in front of Julian with his hands clasped behind his back.“Sir, permit me to say this—”“What do you want, Phil?” Julian said in a dry voice.“You've been cooped up in here all morning, sir. It's already noon. Won't you take a break and maybe go for lunch?”“And when did you start concerning yourself with my dietary plans?” Julian said pointedly.Phil flushed a little and said, “Forgive me, sir, but it's my job to tak
Leslie turned around, startled to see Julian just a few feet away from her. Her eyes trailed his physique from where she stood. She caught herself wondering sometimes what his workout routine was like or whether he even worked out at all. Maybe he was one of those people God decided to bless with a drool-worthy physique without them having to do anything. He'd gotten rid of the suit jacket at dinner, but it did nothing to deter from his overwhelming appearance. If anything, it made him look... hotter with rolled-up sleeves and tousled hair from work.She stepped away from the door, trying to look intimidating as she whisper-yelled, "You startled me!""I was behind you all along, Miss Harrison. You were too in your head to notice.""What are you doing here anyway?" Leslie said. "I'll have to remind you again that this is my house," he replied, mirth dancing in his eyes."I... I know that, but this is my room—""Which is still part of my house," he said with a subtle smirk playing at hi
Alexander opened his eyes slowly and sat up on his king-sized bed, a wave of dizziness crashing over him as he held his head with both hands. He'd gone out with Vanessa the previous night, and they'd partied way too much, like they always did. "Arrgh, fuck, I hate these terrible hangovers," he muttered. He got up, still wobbly, as he walked towards the bathroom. Sniffing his shirt, his nose crinkled. "Man, I stink. I didn't even take a shower last night." Splashing water on his face and taking his toothbrush out, he brushed his teeth and took a bath. Walking out of the bathroom, he held onto his head again and complained, "Ugh, I think I need hangover soup or something. Or maybe I just need a smoke." He opened a drawer and took out a packet of cigarettes. Walking to the balcony, he took a seat on a lounge chair and took a deep breath, the summer sun on his face and the wind slapping against his face. He was about to light a cigarette when a call came in. Dropping the cigarette bac
The call was immediately switched to video call, and Samantha wasn't joking; her screen wasn't just a bit blurry, it was very blurry. Leslie could barely make out her dad's ward."You really need a new phone, Sam," Leslie said, wiping her tear-filled eyes, her voice carrying a hint of teasing."Tell me about it," Samantha said, blowing out a breath. Leslie could hear her smiling. "Here we are," Samantha whispered as she closed the door of Gregory's ward and faced the camera towards him.Leslie gasped softly and muttered, "Dad." She felt the tears fill her eyes again as she took him in. She couldn't make out his face properly from all the blurriness, but he wasn't as emaciated as he was before. His face had also regained some color, and she took relief in that. She also vaguely saw some fancy new equipment in the room, probably the ones for his treatment."Go a bit closer, Sam," she said."Sure.""Oh, Dad, you have no idea how much I miss you. I really want to give you a huggy hug right
It had been two days since the accident at the warehouse, and the Pattersons were furious—very furious. The news about the arson on the warehouse had spread quickly–too quickly, and they had demanded an emergency board meeting. The conference room was suffocating; the huge walls and high ceilings seemed to enclose on some board members making them claustrophobic.The tension was so strong that it could be chopped with a knife. The deafening silence only heightened the possible danger looming in the air. The cold air did nothing to deter from the perspiration on people's foreheads"Can you explain the meaning of this, Mr. Blackwood?" Eric Patterson with his reddened face and clenched fists was the first to speak, trying to control his rage. Seated at the left side of the long conference table along with his identical twin brother, Edward, he eyed Julian suspiciously. "How is it that such a huge accident happened, and we weren't even aware of it until we heard it on the news?" he barke
Chapter 25 The tiresome day at the office due to the overly long impromptu board meeting had a gruelling effect on Julian. Arriving at the manor a few hours after dinner time, he barely registered the butler's greeting as he sauntered in. Deciding against going upstairs to his room, he plopped down on a couch in the living room, his eyes closed.He felt his hand tremble again, as they had been doing all morning, but he clenched his fists and willed them to stop. Just when he felt his shoulders loosening a little, he heard footsteps. The familiar click-clack of his mother's heels stopped in front of him, and he peeled his eyes open to look up at her.A permanent scowl was etched on her face, an expression she'd reserved just for him. He'd never seen her use that kind of affection on her precious younger son before."The maids informed me of your return, son. What is all this rubbish I'm hearing on TV and from the board?! How could you have been so careless?!" she spat out."Fuck, not
The sounds of birds chirping and bright rays of sunlight spilling in through the windows made Julian reluctantly peel his eyes open.“Huh, this isn't my room. It's too bright”, he noted and sleepily tried to find his phone. He also felt a dull throb in his right arm and looked down. A look of recognition dawned on him as he was faced with a sleeping Leslie, the events of last night slowly re-registering in his head. He was now on her bed, in her sheets, spooning her, with her lovely curves and soft backside rubbing against his raging morning wood. He stiffened and tried distancing himself a little, only for Leslie to push backward against him.He let out a silent groan. “Oh, fuck, this is pure torment”. But that wasn't what bewildered him; it was the fact that he managed to get a wink of sleep last night. His insomnia was nothing new to him—getting a solid three-hour sleep each night was the only thing that kept him going. He was even more shocked because he was always unable to get