As they both melt into each other and Julien feels the taste of sweet white wine lingers on her tongue, as shemeets him stroke for stroke. Julien gets so lost in the moment, that he forgets where they were, he forgets about the picture that had his blood running cold. He forgets it all as he tries to communicate with her just how much he fucking love her with this kiss. Pulling back she smiles up at him. “Mmm, hi.” “Hi, sunshine. How are you feeling?” Julien asks, not wanting to ruin this moment but also needing to know if she really is okay. He pins her with his eyes as he waits for her answer. “I’m better, now that you’re here,” she responds, batting her eyelashes at him. Julien laughs and damn it feels good to laugh. “How are you really feeling? I saw the picture. Monica. You don’t need to pretend or hide your feelings from me. Youknow that, right?” Julien feels like he needed to reassure her that no matter, he was not going anywhere. He knows that she hasn’t had that much in he
“Oh Monica, we need to go, we have to get home!” Sarahexclaims. Julien body tenses, like fuck is she taking Monica home. Julien looks to Monica, to her mischievous smile up at him. “Oh babe, I have to do something at my townhouse. I forgot until just now,” she says like that’s all the explanation Julien needed to hear. “What is it you have to do?” Julien asks, he knows that she’s very tipsy,and if she thinks that Julien was letting her go anywhere without him she’s bloody nuts. “Umm … I umm … I have to … you know …” She’s looking to all the girls to help her. Help her what? What could she possibly have to do that she can’t tell Julien? She is being like a puppy in front of her friends? “Told you, he’d find out. You’re a fucking hopeless liar, Monica,” Bray laughs at her. “Find out what?” Julien asks very pointedly to Monica, who issquirming in her seat. “Argh, it’s a surprise and I’m not telling you because it’s a surprise for you. But you can’t see it because it’s a Christmas sort
Leaning in Julien whispers in her ear, “babe, I know he would be respectful, I know my brother. I never doubted his intentions. It’s just a little fun to watch him squirm for abit. But I’m glad he was there to help you. I just wish that it was me. I should have been there.” “You can’t be with me all the time, Julien. It’s not how life works. Now I need you to drive Sarah and I to our townhouse, because I have someone meeting me there.” Who does she have meeting her at her place? Julien was curious and was wanting to question it, but when he remembers how happy she was when she talked about how she has a surprise for me, he can’t bring himself to question her. Like he just told her that he trusts her completely. Julien pulls over at the front of Monica's townhouse. The drive here has given her time to sober up, which has returned the nervousness of what she was about to do. Think of Julien. Think of Julien and nothing more matters. Repeating that over and over in her head, she can see h
As a child Monica spent many nights lying awake, dreaming of how different her life would have been if her mum didn’t die. If she had siblings that she could count on to be there in hard times. When she have kids, she definitely wants at least three, so they all have each other to lean on. Hold the front door. Where the hell did that thought just come from? When she have children? What the hell happened to a girl who would literally have apanic attack at the thought of having kids? Julien happened, that’s what happened. She can see how much of a great dad he will be if they had children. He steppedup and took over raising a thirteen-year-old girl and seventeen-year-old teenage boy. That could not have been easy by any standard. But he has never made it out to seem like a chore, he’s never complained about having to grow up before his time. He loves his siblings unconditionally. Monica knows without a shadow of doubt, he will love their kids the same. Monica was brought out of her t
There was paint everywhere, red paint splashed all over the room, on the floor, on the walls, it’s even on the ceiling. The message that’s written above what used to be Monica's bedhead is what breaks her frozen stance and has her screaming at the top of her lungs. The message painted in what she hoping is red paint says.I’m coming for youWe will meet soon xxxOh my god! All of her things, everything that she have worked so hard to get has been destroyed. Running to her wardrobe, Monica was scrambling to the mess. No, she cannot have ruined it. She was crying, rummaging, trying to find it. She can’t find it. Why can’t she find it?Strong arms wrap around her and pull her back, stopping her from looking. “No, I have to find it, it has to be here,” Monica says as she fights her way out of his hold. “Shh, sunshine, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. It’s going to beokay.” It’s not going to be okay, it’s never going to be okay. Why doesn’t he know? This is what her life is, one fucked up sit
Dean takes one look at them and asks, “what happened?” looking at Monica’s limp form in his arms.It’s just registering with him that she’s not clinging to himlike she usually would when experiencing a panic attack. This is different. He doesn't like how limp and unresponsive she’s being. Julien knows she’s conscious to some extent, she is still crying and mumbling about finding that damn picture. “Can you stay and help Sarah upstairs? Don’t leave her alone, bring her to the penthouse when she’s finished here.” Julien can’t even tell him what happened, he can’t bring himself tofind the words that Catalina has finally managed to break down Monica. Getting home, Julien takes her straight into the shower. She’s stopped crying, she’s just silently staring into space. She won’t answer anything he asks her other than nodding or shaking her head. Julien honestly doesn't know how to help her. Should he call adoctor in? A trauma specialist, maybe? Fuck, he just need to figure out how to hel
Julien was lying in bed with Monica in his arms and he couldn’t think of waking up any other way. It’s Christmas Eve, he have her car in the garage with a huge fucking bow on it. Julien just has to figure out a way to get her to accept it. Julien has been lying awake for hours, conjuring up ways to get her to accept the car and accept the question he was planning to ask her tomorrow morning. But first today, the car. Monica stirs, slowly opening her eyes. She is the definition of not a morning person. Grumbling, she smiles up at Julien. “Morning babe.” She leans in kisses him gently beforesettling her head on his chest. “Morning Sunshine, sleep well?” Julien asks, kissing the top of her head. “Mm-hmm, I always sleep well next to you,” she mumblesback. Huh, she’s in a great mood today. Rolling her over to her back, Julien pins her down and kisses her.She responds immediately, opening for him. He pulls away before he can take things any further. A look of disappointment crosses her f
Julien quickly settles between her legs, lining his cock up to her entrance. “Ready?” he asks her. “Oh god, Julien. Hurry up already and put that in me!” she exclaims. Slamming into her, Julien stills. Feeling her so soft and tight. Knowing that her virgin pussy is tore and the hymen is gone for good he whispers "Fuck." He will really not last long. This feels too fucking good for him. Julien moves slowly, thrusting in and out in careful, precise slow motions. It’s not helping, Julien can feel his orgasm building. Reaching between their bodies, he rubs his finger in circles around her clit “I need you to come for me, sunshine. Come now!” Julien demands. She doesn’t disappoint. She comes hard, screaming out his name. Her pussy clamps down around his cock, milking him for all that he has to give. Falling onto the bed next to her, he pulls her into his arms. They are both a sweaty mess, both breathing heavily, sucking in air, attempting to catch their breaths. Monica's breathing slows,