Chapter 51: Caught Having Sex

The hypnotizing sight above me only made my decision even harder to make. I could easily picture his lean muscled body beneath his baggy white shirt and his ashy blonde hair was a little messy as if he had run his fingers through it far too many times from overthinking about the one woman always on his mind to the point I was starting to call it obsession. I knew it had to have just been my imagination running wild. Still, his gorgeous blue eyes reminded me of blue fire glowing in the dark, the blue embers only visible in the shadows when the demons within him awakened, challenging my own.

My response was silence and that was the only answer he needed. It felt like that was the only answer he wanted from me. To be speechless in an internal war between my pride and my desires.

My breath hitched when he swiftly lowered himself down onto me and roughly pressed his lips against mine. His teeth bit at my bottom lip hard enough that I shrieked in pain and tried to shake my head away from his. “FUCK! That fucking hurt, Jul–” his mouth silenced my angered shout as he took the chance to kiss me more deeply. His familiar taste and the texture of his tongue made my resistant body sink into his arm which separated my back from the painful step beneath me. Up until now, I refused to move my lips in motion and even tried to jerk my head away but the brief second of weakness made me kiss him back. The night I had spent with the lovestruck Liam seemingly faded away from the back of my mind. If I was thinking straight, my prideful self would’ve been ashamed.

I gasped for air as soon as our lips unlocked and his tongue set mine free. Just when I thought I was about to catch my breath, I felt his familiar, firm hand covered my mouth like usual when he was about to do something to me that he knew would make me make a loud noise. And it did when his bare privates brushed against mine at the last second before plunging inside of me. My scream was muffled enough where nobody sleeping in their bedrooms could be disturbed at least but it was still loud enough to be heard down the hallways. Just like the last couple of times, he waited for my body to adjust to his size so that he wouldn’t hurt me. As much as I wanted to curse his name and kick him in the nuts, I couldn’t help but feel relieved that he cared about me enough to do that much.

But as soon as my body had relaxed, his body picked up speed with impatience that I could feel pulsing inside of me. It has always been me who’s the impatient one, and to come across somebody who could rival that was jarring but not as jarred as my body getting rocked back and forth on the staircase. I hated him. I hated him to my very core. And yet here I am, surrendering myself to the billionaire bastard. I hated the rich and wealthy people in this city, how ironic that the tables could turn so easily on somebody like me.

*I’m never gonna fuckin’ live this down…*

I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and ran my fingers through his soft, ashy blonde hair. He moaned louder than I did and his body trembled under my affectionate touch that he thought he’d never get to feel again. I was humored at first, thinking to myself that some things never change– rich fuckers still drooling at my feet. I actually thought it was cute for a moment until both of his hands moved down my small waist, gripping my love handles tightly and thrusting into me mercilessly as if he no longer had the strength to hold back.

With a swift movement, I covered my mouth before my screamed moan could be heard. This time my spine was vulnerable to rubbing against the hard staircase and I flinched with each rough push.

*Fuck– I’m gonna feel that in the morning!!*

Our moans were intertwined with each other like tangled vines full of roses and thorns. My legs quivered as I neared my climax and I could tell he was about to reach his too just by how stiff his body was becoming. He handled me rougher by the second to the point I could feel a headache coming on. Before I knew it I felt his growth inside of me begin to pulse and harden further.

*Wait– he isn’t gonna–!?*

I wasn’t about to take my chances with assumptions and quickly tried to struggle out of his grasp again despite knowing my petite body didn’t stand a chance against his. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!? Pull out, fucker! *JULIAN!!*”

I knew I was screwed just by the look in his burning gaze. His hot breath that moistened my neck ended when he bit my neck roughly. But before I could scream I heard somebody scream in my stead. I jolted like a cat beneath Julian as we both looked for the female who made the noise. My heart thumped in my chest a mile per minute just by seeing Julian’s face turn pale.

*Oh fuck. Oh fuck.*

I had to tilt my head backward to see who was standing at the top of the staircase and I caught the upside-down image of a maid staring at us with dramatically wide eyes and both hands over her mouth.

*Oh, holy fuck NO!!!*

For some reason the maid gave another startled shriek when we locked eyes, maybe out of fear because of me… well, being me. She immediately spun around and ran down the hallway even though the only way downstairs was the stairway we were fucking on.

“Wait!” Julian whispered-shouted after her while quickly standing up and zipping his pants. My face must’ve said every single word flying through my mind because he quickly reassured me before I could even say a word. “I’ll handle this.” despite what he said he still didn’t look too happy about this either and it only made my anxiety fly up higher. I was left on the staircase trying to catch my breath for two reasons now. And one of them left me filled with dread.

*It’s over. My life is over. Everything I’ve worked on is over. That shitty maid is gonna snitch to Gabriel and Gabriel is gonna snitch to Mom and then Mom is gonna die of embarrassment and shame and then I’m gonna die of embarrassment and shame and then Amy is gonna die of embarrassment and shame just from being best friends with me and then my other friends are gonna die of embarrassment and shame just for being acquainted with me… yup. I’m screwed up to the fuckin’ moon and down to hell I go. Wheeee. *

I had the worst mania episode I’ve had in a long time all within 5 seconds. Once I jogged my noggin back into the present I swiftly stood back up and pulled up my short shorts. The speed at which I stood was quickly regretted when a wave of dizziness hit me like a punch to the face and my back screamed in protest. I had to grab onto the railing so that I didn’t fall down the stairs.

Everything was a mess and I didn’t know what to do about it. I know Julian was trying to resolve the issue but there’s no way in hell that ANY excuse or false explanation could explain that the nosy lady had just walked upon stepsiblings fucking on the staircase. Still, it would have been better if Julian handled all of the talking. My angry ass could never compare to Julian’s charisma when it came to talking around things, something he had proven to me too many times. If anybody could wiggle us out of this mess, it was him. And I really fucking hoped he does it somehow.

My mind went blank as soon as I ran into my room and locked the door behind me. All of the events tonight didn’t sink in until I flopped onto my bed and gave a muffled scream into my pillow. It was supposed to be a nice, and naughty, date with Liam but instead, I was just caught doing the worst thing I had ever done in my life. My thoughts ended at the wetness between my legs. Everything happened so fast that I couldn’t remember at that second.

*He didn’t really… did he…? No, there’s no way in hell… He’s gotta know that’s fire you don’t play with. That’s a lifelong consequence I never want to have to deal with…*