Chapter 141: Cursed Love From The Beginning

A bead of sweat slid down my neck. There was only one thing I could think of why I hadn’t heard Amy’s car drive off yet.

*That little shit is going full-on detective mode.* I nervously peeked at Julian. *And she’s about to get more than what she’s bargained for.*

“Enough, Grace!” Julian raised his voice, taking both of us women by surprise when the gentle, charming man’s demeanor changed into aggression again. “I have everything under control, alright?” Julian looked down at me and the sweetness in his smile returned as he began to stroke my hair. “Everything will be perfectly fine now.”

Grace scoffed. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you when shit hits the fan. Because I know it will, and it’ll all be on you for messing around with her.” Julian’s twin gave me a vicious glare. “You’re gonna ruin everything. I just know it.” With that, she spun on her heel and marched off with her nose up high.

I sneered at her with distaste. *I can’t believe I actually went on a date with her, even if it was fake. Blech. I could puke right now. I peeked at Julian in the corner of my eye. She’s right… shits gonna hit and fan. Starting with me. I don’t know where Amy is and I don’t know what she plans on doing, but I need to keep Julian distracted at all costs. If he finds her, fuck… I don’t even want to think about it.* I wasn’t really worried about Grace, though. The woman would likely be in her room polishing her toenails or whatever the fuck she does in there.

“Come along, Beautiful.” Julian’s voice turned as gentle as a breeze across flowers as he murmured in my ear. “Let’s get back to bed. I believe there was something I was supposed to do for you.”

I had almost completely forgotten until now. “Ah, right… gonna milk me like a fucking cow. Awesome.”

Julian chuckled softly as he pressed his cheek against mine. “Not milk. More like gentle rubs. That sounds nice, doesn’t it? I’ll even bake you sugar cookies and make you some chocolate milk. Would you like that?”

My stomach instantly rumbled when being told my list of favorites. *Fuck. I hate him, but fuck me.* I stubbornly turned my head away. “I want you to leave me the fuck alon– OW!” I yelped when one of his hands squeezed my bandaged thigh. I looked at him in shock. He didn’t hurt me on purpose, did he?? My shock turned into dread when I saw the chill in his eyes.

“That sounds nice… right?”

*Holy shit…*

I turned my head away from him, struggling to keep eye contact when I began to feel uncomfortable. “...Sure, whatever.” Despite my grouchy response, my body was as stiff as a statue. I was nervous again.

*I’m not scared. I’m not scared of anything! This piece of shit doesn’t scare me at all!*

When Julian carried me into his room and closed the door behind himself, I thought of anything and everything that would keep him distracted. I just hope whatever Amy plans on doing won’t blow up in her face. I can’t lose her too.

I took a deep breath and mentally did my best to kill my pride before it shattered. *I’ll never live this down. You owe me, Amy. If you can by the end of all of this…*

I leaned my head against Julian’s chest, pressing my face into his shirt. He looked down at me, startled by my sudden affection.

“A–are you tired?” Julian stuttered. My simple gesture had gotten him all worked up in a second. This might be easier than I thought.

“Well, gee, let’s see. I finally got that shitty collar off of me. I can finally breathe. Oh yeah, I got to step outside your room with permission. So, yes, this pleasant day has left me pretty pooped.”

“I see…” Julian smiled and rested his chin against my forehead. “You know… you were really cute back there. When you get jumpy like that.”

*What the fuck. How is that cute?! My heart was gonna leap out of my chest ‘cause you stressed me out that badly!*

I could feel an annoyed vein pulse in my neck, but I did my best to hide it behind a coy smile. “I’m cute? Well, that’s a first. Aren’t I usually *Beautiful?*”

“No, I mean, yes, you’re…” A blush coated his cheeks as he shyly looked away from me. “You’re everything, Suki.”

My dry, flirtatious tease ended with a flutter in my chest and warmth in my cheeks. *Dammit, all… Can I really report this bastard for murder?* My feelings for him made it complicated. Even after everything, I still…

“Everything?” I snorted, trying to play it cool. “I think you’re talkin’ bout the wrong woman here.”

“It’s true.” Julian looked at me while still blushing up a storm. “Your beauty is immeasurable. Your fretting is adorable. Your anger is gorgeous. Your sadness is enchanting.” He still held me while standing in front of the window this time. “Your eyes glow with each emotion. From your passion to your bliss…” He coiled a strand of my curly hair around his finger. “Not once have I ever seen your eyes glisten with despair. Your beauty matches your strength. You–”

“Stop!” I unintentionally shouted, while looking away from him. The flutter in my heart throbbed in pain. “Just stop it…”

*What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel this way?*

Julian’s bright eyes dimmed, but his blush remained. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t.” I curtly mumbled.

“Did I… say something I shouldn’t have?”

I whirled my head around to glare at him. “You shouldn’t have said any of that!”

*You’re just making this fucking harder!*

Julian’s brows furrowed, recoiled by my sudden hostility. “I only just… I–”

“Because you love me. I know.” I whispered. “...You really fucking shouldn’t, Julian. You really shouldn’t.”

Everything is gonna fall apart now. I don’t know what’s going to happen to us when our parents get back, but… I can’t look at him the same way again. And he won’t get away with those murders.

The silence stretched between us, and I remembered what I was originally supposed to be doing. Shit. I quickly pressed my face into his chest again, breathing in his scent like he would always do to me. My body still had the same reaction when the intoxicating scent filled my nose. Nowadays it fills me with uneasy nausea, but right now it makes me feel the same way I felt from the beginning.

“Um…” I tried to think of something to say to break the tension. My face burned hot with awkwardness. “...You smell good too.”

The last thing I expected was for him to laugh after what had just been said. But it was hearty, and affectionate like always as he kissed my cheek and finally took me to his bed. He gently laid me down on it and carefully slid off my jeans so that my wounded thigh wouldn’t hurt further.

*I still need to see a fucking doctor…*

I kept that annoyed thought to myself as he crept on top of me and slowly slid up my shirt, taking in the view of my body as the adoration in his blue eyes turned into thirst.

“Are you gonna keep staring at me or what?”

Julian’s smile turned into a grin as he pulled the rest of my tank top off, and my tits came popping out with a bounce. He eagerly grabbed at them, and I winced in pain when he kneaded at the tightness. My back arched when he kissed between them. As Julian continued to kiss and suck at them, I noticed a shadow beneath the bedroom door. The shadow of a person. By how they silently stood there, I highly doubted that it was Grace listening in.

*Amy? Fuck!*

Julian noticed my body tense up, and he looked up at me. Curse my expressive expressions. My startled worry must’ve been as readable as his favorite novels because he followed my gaze and immediately stood up.

“Wh–hey! Where’re you going?!” I protested, trying to sit up but winced when I had to put pressure on my hands to do so. “Julian! Wait!”

Big mistake. My frantic attempt to stop him made him march up to the door and the shadow quickly vanished as if the peeper had run off.