Chapter 642 Julian Took Her, Samuel Wanted Her Back 1
The lights blazed white, washing Samuel's face into an even paler shade, making every flicker of discomfort impossible to hide. He stood frozen in the doorway, knowing he should turn and leave.
But she was his wife.
How could she kiss another man like that? How could she breathe his name in that soft, intoxicating tone? She was supposed to belong to him—Samuel.
In that moment, the weight of it all crushed him.
For a heartbeat, he wanted to tear Julian away from her, to fight him. But reason—cold and brutal—cut through the haze. They were divorced. Taylor was free to be with anyone she wanted.
Slowly, he stepped back. The door closed with a muted click.
Inside, Julian and Taylor didn't break apart. Not because Julian hadn't noticed—he had—but because he refused to let go. Instead, he deepened the kiss, coaxing from Taylor the breathless sound of his name.
After Samuel was gone, Julian kept kissing her, slow and lingering, his long fingers tracing the curve of her waist. His voice, low and warm against her ear, murmured, "Stay at my place tonight. You can sleep in Luna's room. Please?"
It felt too soon.
They'd only been dating a short while, and staying over—even in a separate room—felt like crossing a line. What would his staff think of her?
Reluctantly, Julian offered to drive her home instead. She didn't dampen his mood.
When they left, he slipped her coat over her shoulders with quiet care. The gesture made her smile.
"Thank you," she said softly, tilting her head toward him.
He brushed a quick kiss over her lips. "There's more."
She blinked in surprise. He'd already brought her flowers earlier—what else could there be? Following him to his Ghost, she watched as he opened the trunk.
A sea of red roses spilled out, and in the center sat a small Tiffany box. Julian's gaze locked on hers, urging her to open it. Her eyes lit with delight and something warmer.
Inside was a diamond necklace—slender chain, a single flawless ten-carat stone catching the streetlight. She lifted it to her neck, admiring the sparkle. "It's beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you," Julian said, his voice deep.
He took the necklace from her hands and fastened it around her throat. His fingers brushed her skin, sending a shiver through them both. Their eyes met, and the air grew charged.
Julian drew her into his arms. The night wind curled around them. His lips found her ear. "Luna's already asleep. The nanny's with her. I can be late."
Taylor was no fool—she knew exactly what he meant.
Resting against his chest, she asked quietly, "Was this spur of the moment, or have you been planning it?"
"I've been thinking about it for a long time. Every night."
Her heart stuttered. She realized she wanted him too—wanted to be his, completely.
Half an hour later, they reached her apartment.
She expected urgency, but Julian surprised her. He took her coat, touched her shoulder gently. "Go take a shower. I'll make you coffee. Then I need to step out for a minute."
She froze, understanding instantly what he meant to buy. Heat rose to her cheeks.
Julian didn't make it out the door.
He kissed her instead—hard, hungry, and everything else was forgotten. No coffee. No trip to the store. Only the heat between them.
Their first time was in her bed.
Julian was both tender and relentless, and though his desire seemed endless, he stopped after three rounds, letting her rest. Later, they showered together and shared a single cup of coffee.
He didn't want to leave. But when she reminded him, "If Luna wakes up and can't find you, she'll be scared," he knew she was right.
Still, he kissed her again in the living room, unable to get enough. Julian was a skilled lover—attentive, teasing, making her laugh between sighs.
Finally, he carried her to bed, kissed her nose, and whispered her name like a secret. She cupped his face, her voice husky. "You weren't this gentle earlier."
"What was I earlier?"
"Ruthless."
She traced his cheekbones, urging him to go home.
He caught her hand instead, his tone shifting, "Marry me."
She lay back against the pillows, hair spilling like dark silk, a faint smile on her lips. "I'll think about it."
He leaned closer, heat in his voice, "We've already slept together."
And without protection.
Julian was smart enough to know—if she was willing to risk that, she wouldn't reject the idea of a child. And if she'd have his child, she'd marry him. Her hesitation was just pride.
He could live with that.
"I'll keep the ring with me," he murmured, "and ask you every day."
She bit her lip. "That's ridiculous."
He didn't answer, only looked at her, memorizing the moment. She would never know how much this meant to him. He had her—his dream.
Julian left at one in the morning.
Taylor was asleep when the knock came ten minutes later. Thinking he'd forgotten something, she glanced through the peephole and opened the door.
"Julian, you—" The words caught in her throat.
It wasn't Julian.
Samuel stood there, tall and shadowed, his eyes bloodshot. In his hand was a small cake—her favorite brand.
For a moment, she could only stare.
After a long silence, he spoke quietly, "Taylor, today's my birthday."
She said nothing.
His gaze dropped to the marks on her neck. When he looked back up, his voice was softer, almost breaking, "You slept with him, didn't you?"
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