All Chapters of Bound by Fate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

In a luxury condo in Westchester County, the incessant ringing of the alarm clock woke up Vanessa, who opened her eyes. Swinging the muscular arm on her waist away, she slammed her fist on the clock, cutting the ring of the alarm. She settled back down and closed her eyes again but moaned when she felt a hand slip into her core, pushing against the hard length she felt on her bottom. She grabbed it and squeezed hard, stroking up and down lazily. That earned a deep groan from the man. "That's it, Nessa, just like that," the hand in between her wet folds fastened its pace, and she arched her back, widening her leg."Oh yes, babe, you like that?" the man demanded, flicking her clit as she fastened her pace on his manhood."Mmm, yeah, I like that very much… ugh, I'm... I'm cumming," Vanessa's eyes rolled back as pleasure overtook her, and after a few pumps of her hand, the man came with her, grunting loudly."That was… awesome," Vanessa breathlessly said after a while, grinning up at he

Leslie huffed out a heavy breath as she sat down on her high stool, pulling a cotton handkerchief from the back pocket of her jeans and dabbing at the beads of sweat that clung stubbornly to her forehead. A bottle of water was perched on a stand near her. She reached for it and took two big gulps from it."Woo! This is always harder to do than it looks," she muttered, he muscles screaming at her for subjecting them such torture. The air was thick with the scent of paintings and dust. She had spent the whole afternoon cooped up in her studio, cleaning out the old junk and properly organizing all her painting supplies. Anna had even volunteered to help her out, but she'd chased her away, determined to clean it on her own, giving herself the much-needed distraction from a certain hazel-eyed man. But it was all a futile attempt because, immediately after she stopped whatever she was doing, her thoughts would float to Julian."Ugh, why can't I stop thinking about Mr. Iceberg, as B had so

"Sure, go on ahead," Julian answered."why is the relationship between you and your family so estranged?"Julian stiffened at the question, then he sank further into the chair and cleared his throat. "It has always been like that," he said, his eyes drifting to Leslie to see if he would find pity, which he despised, but he was only met with her clear gaze urging him to continue. "My brother has always been the family's favorite, and there's nothing anyone can do about it. I'm not sure it has anything to do with me," he stated, scratching the side of his jaw.Leslie was once again overridden by heartache. She scooted closer to him and placed her hands on his, willing him to look at her. He didn't, and she knew why. This was the second time he was sharing something this personal with her, and she knew he didn't want her to see him vulnerable."Look at me, Julian," she cooed softly, and Julian finally pulled his gaze to her."I'm sorry you had to go through all this alone. I'm here any d

The orange and pink glows of the sunset cast a warm hue on the skyline. Seated at the back of his luxurious Bentley, Julian scrolled through his texts with Leslie, a small imperceptible smile on his lips. He had wrapped up the signing in Potomac quicker than expected, and now he was headed in the direction of LX Hospital, one of the most prestigious in the city.He still wondered how Leslie was able to admit her father to such an expensive hospital. The hospital was so luxurious that even his mother chose it for her regular Botox injections. He did some digging and found out that Eleanor had met Leslie there. *I wonder how long it took her to agree to this marriage. My mother is quite the persuasive one,* he thought.He looked back down at his phone, and an email popped up. It was from Phillip. “Sir, I think madam would love this. You should definitely invite her.”Julian opened the email and saw the contents, his brows pinching. *I don't usually attend things like this, but I think

A week later, while having breakfast, Julian thrusted his black card into Leslie's hands. Leslie's eyes widened as she swallowed her mouthful of French toast."Julian, isn't this yours? Why are you giving it to me?""Yes, it's my black card. Lady P will be coming to pick you up to get fitted for a dress. The gala is in one week, and you don’t have a dress yet," Julian stated.Leslie snickered. "And who says I don’t have a dress? Have you seen my walk-in closet? I haven’t even worn 5 percent of all the stunning clothes in there. Aren’t you afraid of going bankrupt?!" Leslie asked, slightly nervous.Julian chuckled. "These butterflies are here again," Leslie thought as she watched in awe. Julian smirked at her reaction and leaned down. "I can assure you, Leslie, I won’t go bankrupt from just getting my wife clothes." Leslie's heart picked up as he said "my wife." He’d been using it when speaking to her these past few days, as if loving her reaction every time he said it."You… you kn