CHAPTER 7~ THE STORY BEHIND IT ALL
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Julian propped himself up on his elbow, staring down at the sleeping beauty in his bed. Though her eyes were puffy, and her cheeks were red, she was still the prettiest woman he’d ever set his eyes on.
When was it? Three years ago that he’d seen her? That girl wearing a cheap watch around her wrist with a heart more expensive than the world’s largest diamond.
Since birth…he’d been taught to show no love, to kill without remorse. Seeing people die was as normal as watching them live. He was trained to exist like a dog without an owner; rabid and wild; untameable.
His father broke him until he was more aloof than a stone. He was supposed be the boss one day; not only for the company, but for the underworld; he had to be ready…
And at eighteen years old, he’d been ready. He’d mastered restraint, heartlessness, stamina and tremendous combat skills. He could use a gun; play with it as though it was a toy, and he could f*ck a woman without feeling anything at all.
That all changed though, on that rainy day when he’d sought for shelter beneath the awning of a small grocery store close by. He’d been a twenty-one-year-old college student then, still wearing his uniform even though darkness had swallowed the light of day. In the heavy and thunderous rain, he had no umbrella, not even a hoodie had been over his head.
He’d planned to call his driver, but then a girl ran beneath the shelter with a dripping wet umbrella in hand. She closed it, shaking the rainwater off and of course when it splashed his way, he turned to glare at her.
But that begrudging glare immediately softened when his eyes met hers. She’d been smiling as she apologized, a smile that seemed brighter than the streetlights in the alley and her eyes; those hazel eyes…were the shiniest gems he’d ever seen.
‘Sorry…you’re hiding away from the rain and here I am splashing it all over you.’
‘It’s…fine…’ His words had come out as though they didn’t want to; slowly, he’d been completely captivated by her beauty…mesmerized.
‘This is my stop, I’m pretty sure by the time my shift is over, the rain will stop falling. So here…’ She stretched the umbrella out to him. ‘I work here, so next time, you can return it to me.’
She must’ve not known who he was, the famous face his father liked to flaunt…the son of the man who owned the most thriving and powerful company. Everybody knew who he was…
But not her…she’d spoken to him as though he was a normal person and not a rich heir…she’d smiled so freely at him, and nobody had ever done that before. Slowly, he took the umbrella from her, and her smile turned into a grin that had his heartbeat skyrocketing.
He hadn’t known why, his heart had never pumped so fast before, but now, the reason was clear to him. That angelic girl he’d met at the grocery store had the ability to soften the heart his father had frozen still.
He’d passed by her workplace every day to see her and the very night he finally decided to approach her, to give her back the umbrella she’d leant him…she moved away.
However, his attraction towards her didn’t leave like she did…every time he looked at the black umbrella beside his bed, it’d remind him of her. It made him conscious of one fact; the fact that he longed to see her again, that he wanted her…all of her.
He wanted her to smile at him like that again…and instead of an umbrella, he wanted her to offer herself to him…to be his. Those silly clothes she’d worn, he’d dreamt of her without them; in his bed, beneath him, on top of him…
His imagination had gone wild, driving him off the cliff he’d been hanging onto.
Reaching a point where he couldn’t take it anymore, he asked his men to do a research on her, to track her down…and he’d been waiting for the right moment to approach her since…watching her…wanting her…
And now, he finally had her in his grasp, in his bed. Wasn’t this fate? He might’ve been the one who asked one of his boys to call her office, he might’ve been the one to send her the VIP card, but everything else was fate. The gods had planned this, they were truly meant to be together.
Having her in his arms felt just as he imagined it would. Her bare skin was warm against his; smooth and silky and her body was perfect; without a blemish…without a scar. He’d longed to hold her like this for three years, to look into her bold eyes and listen to her sweet voice.
Just now, he’d wanted to go further, to f*ck her again, but she was scared. He thrived off other’s fear, but not hers. He didn’t want her to be scared of him, he wanted her to accept him…for who he was…
He wanted her to want him like he wanted her, to beg for his touch and whisper her desires into his ears. He wanted her…god he wanted her so bad.
She was asleep and yet her resplendence still made his c*ck hard and throbbing with an extreme crave. It was painful, drowning him in merciless and incessant misery…one he couldn’t take anymore.
He sat up, staring down at her as she breathed deeply. Her hand on the bed, he reached for it, wrapping it around his pulsing member before wrapping his around it. Slowly, he stroked himself, living and dying in the ecstasy the friction issued him.
Very soon, she’d realize that she was his. He’d give her no room to escape…even if he had to give her his last name.
A groan left his lips as his c*ck twitched, and c*m splattered from the tip, tainting the clear skin of her stomach…
Very soon…Larisa Bronx…very soon.
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