Chapter 95
Cassie
“Shall we talk?” He asked.
I shrugged, I didn’t really want to but I knew it had to be done. “Sure.” Another shrug. “I guess we should.” Shifting my weight in the chair, I grimaced as pain radiated from my feet. Julian saw it straight away. His brow furrowed. “You’re in pain.” He didn’t ask it like a question but I felt I needed to answer him anyway.
“Just me feet. They don’t do well with the extra weight.” Smiling I caressed my stomach like I always did when I was alone. Except- I blushed. I wasn’t alone and Julian was staring at me tenderly.
Weird.
“Here.” Settling back he dropped my hands and pulled my booted foot into his lap. Unlacing it quickly he pulled it off and my grossly sweaty sock along with it. The other followed suit before I could even say anything. Until both my feet were nestled in his laps. I wiggled my toes and sighed. It felt instantly better to be free but-
“What are you doing?” I hissed as he lifted one foot and began kneading it.
“Giving you a foot massage Cassie.” Julian said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
It was weird. This whole situation was just downright strange. Was Julian. Prince of the wolves really kneading my feet like some loving husband and mate? It looked like it and it felt like it as well. I sighed almost content.
“Stop it.” I growled out shaking myself. This couldn’t be happening. The whole situation was freaking me out. I had come here to try and help the king not get foot rubs from my estranged husband.
Hell I wasn’t even meant to see him. Quickly in and out was what Ian had promised me.
Asshole.
He lifted his eyes to me. “You don’t like it? Or is it because I’m the one doing it?” There was a note of accusation in his voice and I growled again.
“Stop it Julian. You said you wanted to talk and you are just trying to start a fight?”
He reeled back , somehow keeping my foot in his hand. A look of shock on his face. “Is that what you think I am doing?”
Defiantly I stared at him. How could he not see that was what he was doing? It’s what he always did. Six months apart hadn’t changed that about him.
“You’re my mate Cassie. I want to take care of you.”
Throwing my head back I laughed. “Oh come off it Julian. You never wanted to do that six months ago. In fact.” I shifted my weight and put both my feet back on the carpet. “I remember clearly you telling me that you enjoyed torturing me.”
His face fell.
“Look.” Straightening I reached for his face. It was so strange but I hated seeing him in pain. “I don’t mean to be cold but we both know this change of heart is because of what you have been told and not what you feel. We don’t know if we are actually mates or not. We don’t know if -“
“If the babies you carry are mine?” He finished for me.
Part of me didn’t want to answer that for fear that he would blow up. I was in a serious vulnerable position right now.
“Then let’s talk about - the night we got married.” He said quietly. I remained silent. “Do you want me to start?” Without warning he lifted my foot back into his hands. “I’ll tell my story and you can say whether it lines up with yours but I will be easing your discomfort at the same time.”
“Ok.” My voice trembled. Why was I suddenly terrified of hearing the truth? I should have wanted it but in reality I was scared of it. If he turned out to be the man I had made love to on my desk on the night of my wedding then he was indeed my mate. I had felt the connection and the never ending insatiable need the moment we had touched.
“I hid-“
Shaking myself I turned my concentration back to him and realised he had been speaking and I hadn’t been listening.
“I hid in an office. It wasn’t the only one open in that hallway so I don’t know what made me choose it.” He shrugged. “It just felt like my best option. Maybe because it was the darkest or seemed that way. So I hid. The drugs were making it harder and harder to run so I knew hiding was the only way I could stay alive and then-“ his eyes lifted and met mine. “The door opened and I thought I was doing to die. I was ok with that right up until I smelt the woman coming in. I grabbed hold of her-“
His memories were my memories. “You put your hand over my mouth.” I closed my eyes.
“And then I put my lips on her and I didn’t know why I did it.”
I turned my head away. I didn’t really remember that bit. I didn’t know who had been the first one to kiss the other. It had all just happened in a blur of lips and hands and unthinkable pleasure.
“I was like a man possessed but the remnants of the drugs lifted. There was nothing but her as came together on her desk. Nothing until-“ The fingers kneading my sole slowed and slid up to grip my ankle. “Nothing but you. You were all I could think about. I searched for you and the only name that came back was-“
I closed my eyes. “Megan’s. That’s why you thought she was the one.”
“She was the one on the roster.”
“I wasn’t meant to work that day. It was my wedding day. But you didn’t see me. You didn’t recognise me.”
“I guess I deserved that,” slowly he lifted my foot to his mouth and kissed my instep. His eyes glued to my face. “I see you now Cassie. I see nothing but you and you are blinding me.”
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