All Chapters of Love Me. Hate Me.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Faye held up the camera right on his face, beaming she chortled. “Dad-daddy s-smile!" Julian grinned as his daughter giggled and took his picture. Faye settled away from him. John came in and paused in surprise when he saw them. “Mr. Fernandez!" He bowed. “This is a surprise." Faye beamed. “U-uncle Jo-John!" John smiled to Faye. “Hello, Miss Faye." “Where's Sandra?" John turned to him and respectfully answered. “She is currently in a meeting with her father, I suppose this is a surprise visit from you, Mr. Fernandez?" His brows furrowed. “Yes, it is..." His gaze dropped to Faye, who since the day started and Julian picked her up from home, had been throwing little tantrums. “Faye demanded she wants her mother today." “I see." John nodded, his smile fading slowly but still there. “Why are you here?" Slowly, Julian turned to face John. “What do to mean why I am here?" This time Faye had fled into the corner of Sandra's office and was taking pictures of the windowpane.

A few minutes later and Sandra was striding out, the glass doors opening for her. She had her phone on her ear, probably talking to her driver to pick her up but their gazes met. She walked towards him. “No, I have a ride home already." With it she hanged up and stood beautifully in front of him. Sandra was mesmerized though. In jeans or expensive tailored suit Julian always looked devastatingly handsome. Frowning or smiling didn't do any different, still handsome and imposing. She held her small purse with one hand and just stared back at him. Grunting, he leaned away from the hood of his car. He rounded and opened the car door for her. She smiled wider, shaking her head. He drove her to her home. She invited him in and he kissed Faye's forehead. The daughter was asleep though and when she thought he was leaving, he told her they needed to talk. So there they are, sitting across each other in the receiving area of her home. She stared at him like he grew another head. Wha

"Stand up." She told him.His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched but obliged. She crawled to the edge of the bed and though with shaky legs, she stood up, laughed huskily then stood beautifully naked in front of him."Sandra..."She met his dark eyes. "Why are you not naked?" The moment she stepped close to him, hr already had his coat thrown off somewhere and his polo half buttoned."Holy fuck!" He cursed loudly when she was already kneeling in front of him. He threw his polo away and zeroed his full attention down to her.She unbuckled his belt, pop the button. "God." He shut his eyes close when she pressed her palm against his hard erection. The touch almost sent him over the edge. Christ.She gave it another playful squeezed. He gasped. "Sandra..." His voice husky and near to gruffness. He was hot, so hot and and he was in deep lust and have that wicked love and hate for her all alone.He wanted her, all of her. Sandra smiled seductively and looked him in the eyes, never losing co

It was 6:30 in the morning, still a little cold in Sandra Parker's residence, in her least favorite part of her home. There was a sound of laugh, there was a smile, and there was a good smell of brewed coffee, fresh picked fruits and more."I punched a girl back in highschool, I listen to Patti Labelle, I had 6 serious relationships all my life."Sandra folded her leg under the other, making herself comfortable in the stool. She picked the newly sliced green apple and took a delicious bite. Sighing, she stared at Julian's back. "High school one is a lie, you don't listen to Patti Labelle and you really had a 6 serious relationships all your life."He turned to face her, hair disheveled yet he looked good in it... sexy, oh yes, he was on his inside white polo with three buttons up undone. He wore his slacks from last night and sleeves of his inside shirt were messily rolled up his elbows and a little bit of his tattoos peeking through. On his right hand a knife and on the left was anot

The manager bowed respecfully to her. "Excuse me Miss Sandra, I will notify Miss Catherine that you are here." Sandra walked inside, glancing here and there, pausing a couple of times to inspect a painting. The clicking of her heels against the marbled floor echoes with every step. She would smirk one time, two time, she would shake her head, even murmuring. “You've come a long way now...” She turned into the corner and was put to a halt. Sandra felt mix of emotions and confusions as she blinked up to the very familiar painting attached the wall. A gasp escaped from her lips. “It's finished...” The painting that she had stared and finished by Catherine, her hand reached for it but stopped midair. “Finally..." Her hand drop on her sides and her clutch on her purse tightened. “First it's Shawn Darby, now, you're here. What is the meaning of this?" Sandra turned and came face to face with Catherine. “I'm curious... I've never been into your gallery and I wanted to see every