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Chapter 172: 'The Don's had many women'
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[Juliette’s POV]Dinner was at Sweet Like Heaven bar restaurant, atop one of the highest buildings in the city. I told him about this place a month ago, heard it from someone in the Lux Corp ladies’ room, and felt curious enough to try it. The place was hard to get a table—the long waiting list and all—but he managed to fix us up with one. It was flattering to know that he still remembered. But then, is he doing this out of guilt? For cancelling lunch with me to meet another woman. Is there really another woman? ‘Kitten?’ His voice feathered inside my ear and I blinked at the elevator door as we rose smoothly to level thirty-three, where the restaurant is. Then his warm lips were on the edge of my ear, pressing gently. ‘What’s on your mind?’ I turned to him and he caught something on my face and sighed with a frown. ‘What is it?’ He was as curt as a husband who was about to be confronted about his mistress. ‘Promise me you won’t get upset,’ I muttered, trying to sound less confron
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[Juliette’s POV]Sluuurp! Muack! Lick, lick… kiss… nibble, kiss, nibble…. Sluuurp!‘Mmm….’ A moan in my voice sounded in my ear, and a giant shudder raced up my body, under my trembling skin. The dream of sunset colours evaporated into the expensive frame of the poster bed in my bedroom. And I’m back in the Lux mansion, lying in bed on my tummy, with my eyelids weighing like boulders, my flesh soaking up in pleasure, blood rushing, chest fluttering, tingles streaming incessantly from between my thighs, breasts grinding the soft sheets—and my swollen wet lips spread wide for the scorching, fierce lips and voracious wild tongue, dipping and prodding and devouring—-.‘Oh Fuck!’ My back lifted in a cobra pose as a powerful one consumed me, and then our lips found each other and he kissed me hard, as demanding as he was earlier—and a few hours ago—while fondling my breasts. I was lifted to my knees, and he entered me swiftly, clutching me hard to reach the deepest depth at one go, and t
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[Juliette’s POV] Shit. I glanced down and checked the driver again. Swallowing a nervous lump, I slowly pulled my knees apart, my dress hiking up my thighs—. ‘There’s a good girl….’ The deep voice in my ear feathered. ‘Look how beautiful your skin is… I can almost feel it under my fingers….’ I shifted my phone to my left hand, holding it to my left ear, then slipped my right hand under my dress, moving it up my thigh, mimicking his hands whenever he caressed me… they way they ran to and fro… like a light breeze…. My knees spread wider, wanting more. I took another nervous glance at the driver before prodding further. ‘Put a finger in,’ he ordered. ‘Mmph.’ I bit my lower lip to stop a moaning protest as I sneaked another glance at the driver. ‘You know you want it, kitten….’ And I slipped it in—a bright sensation jolted through me, pushing my back against the seat, biting my lower lip harder. ‘Push it in deep….’ And my finger obeyed— reaching in and curling to cares
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[Juliette's POV]Cafe hopping, huh? He shot dagger eyes at me. Behind them, I saw the pain of betrayal. 'I didn't want you to worry.' Was all I could say. But the ex-Mafia King cast me a look of disappointment before he stood and stalked out of the dining room. 'Ralph!' I hissed, running after him, wanting to explain about my meeting with Jewel, to redeem myself. But it was too late. As soon as I entered the main hall, Randy caught sight of me and charged forward like a bull to a red flag. Hand raised, he looked like he wanted to kill me with a slap, and I halted in fright, wincing in preparation for a piercing sting.But… nothing happened. 'Are you interfering now, Don Ralph?' Randy snarled. 'That's my wife you're about to hit, Randy,' replied a deep, guttural voice. Randy tried to shake off Ralph's grip. 'AND THAT'S MY DAUGHTER SHE HIT!' What?! My eyes nearly fell from their sockets. 'I never touched her!' That bitch framed me! 'And there you have it—so quietly leave, Ran
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[Ralph's POV] 'What do you have in mind then?' I swallowed the cold water, freezed my dumb brain as punishment, then did a post-exercise heavy sigh. 'Send everything to the cops.' Ben jolted straight. Then, he leaned close, his eyes darting around to make what he was about to say wouldn't be heard. 'Please tell me your head is clear as glass: you send that over, and the entire U.R.T police force will be on Virtus' tail!' I looked up. But the gardener's son was unfazed by my warning glare. His brows looked pissed but his eyes were still respectful. In a lower voice, he muttered, 'The atomic bomb not only ended the war, bro—it ended innocent lives too.' 'I'm aware of it.' I groaned in exasperation. 'And you still want to go ahead with it?' I scoffed in defeat and looked away as Ben added firmly, 'Every shady deal Randy's made in the past, he makes it with someone in the family. It's obvious why: he doesn't want to go down alone.' He doesn't want prison, that's more li
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[Ralph’s POV] '.... So pack up your things and leave when you're told. Do you understand me, Juliette?' repeated the sweet voice. Calm down, big guy. My right hand has been gripping the steering wheel so hard, the tremors of my angry knuckles were clenching my heart. Click! The door unlocked and a satisfying chuckle came through the mic in Juliette's phone when someone shuffled anxiously in. 'You leave me no choice, Juliette. I'll have to accept your apology,' she added, loud enough for the new entry into the room. Likely the housekeeper. Which meant bad news. Goddamn it, Juliette. Why didn’t you wait that couple of days? Why the hell did you change your mind? What protege of the business king would go to a business meeting with a cluttered mind? That’s like asking the quicksand to eat her alive. Christ…. I should be mad at her for lying about having my baby. But I'm actually more angry at myself for not seeing through her lies. Way to go, asshole. You can't keep yo
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