“So early?” She looked at me, concerned.
“Business issues,” I grumbled
“You’re supposed to be resting; you can’t exert yourself,” she said, annoyed.
I smiled at her adorable pour. I’m not even properly resting; this woman takes me out of orbit
Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” Lassured her.
Julia glanced at the wall, still angry-
I held her face in my hands, making her look at me
“Shall we take a shower?” I asked.
“And if my father arrives? she asked, apprehensive.
“He won’t,” I assured her.
Julia nodded in agreement.
I got up with a bit of difficulty and offered her a hand to help her up as well. We went to the bathroom together to take a shower.
During the shower, we limited ourselves to caresses. As much as I was eager to be intimate with her, I held back. We can’t risk getting cought, and I know that when I’m with her, I forget about everything and everyone around me.
“Love,” she murmured when I nibbled her lips
I don’t want to get mamed
Shh,” I whispered, capturing her lips once again. I will never tire of kissing het.
I pressed her delicate body against the cold bathroom wall, cosing her to shiver. Furthermore, I caressed her face and body as mur tongues battled for dominance
“William?” I heard Ibon voler calling me, Julia pushed me slightly and looked at
“My father!” she said, panicked…
I stepped away from her and got out from under the water, grabbing a towel that was hanging there.
“Stay calm,” Utried to reassure her. Tinish your shower, and I’ll talk to him.”
Julia nodded, still brightened
I quickly died myself and went to the bedroom to change clothes. I put on boxer briefs and lightweight shorts. Furthermore, I towel–dried my hair and ruffled with my hand.
1 leave the room and head to my friend, who was walking around the house, looking for me or his daughter. As I approach him, he looks at me curiously.
“Where were you?” he asks.
“Resting,” I s
You’re walking around the house shirtless with my daughter here?” he asks, jealous.
“I’m in my house, man” I pat his back. “Can’t I be comfortable?
John gives me a piercing look.
“No,” he family states. “As long as my daughter is here helping you, I don’t want you being like that around her.
Oh, if he only knew, she had seen math more than just my bare chest
“Sa possessive…” I mutter, moving away from him and heading to the living room.
“With my little girl, I am,” he says.
When I enter the living rooms, I’m startled to find Oliver there.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, not hiding my surprise at his presence.
“I think we have a lot to talk about,” he answers, standing in front of me
“I have nothing to say to you.” I remain firm. “Business matters, I’ll discuss with you at the office.”
“You impregnated my daughter,” he says, raising his voice,
“I don’t even know if the child is mine, I emphasize.
“The typical excuse of someone trying to avoid responsibility he points at me, furious,
1 give him a deadly look. I want to punch his face!
“Let’s calm down!” John, as always, is trying to ease the tension.
“Why did you being him here?” I asked my friend, angry
“I was leaving the company when he showed up… He insisted so much that I allowed him to come.”
“If you came to talk about your daughter, you wasted your time,” I warn.
ng to walk away like that? You’re going to marry her! You’ve tarnished my
“You think it’s that simply?” he asks. “You impregnated my daughter, and you’re just going girls reputation. What if this story leaks?”
I get closer to him, ready to throw him nut when I hear that sweet voice
I don’t want to get married
“Good afternoon,” Julia says as she enters the room. Her long, wet hair and loose dress make her look beautiful as always. “1, Dad, she says, kissing my friend on
the cheek.
“Hi, princess,” he says, reciprocating the affection.
“What’s going on?” she asks curiously.
“There’s nothing you need to worry about,” John reassures his daughter. “Shall we go to your office, Willia he almost commands
“Sure,” I say, still staring at Oliver.
“Do you want something to drink or eat?” she politely asks.
“Is there still that cake you made?” John asks, and Julia’s eyes light up. She nods. “Then I want it.”
‘I’ll get it,” she says, leaving the room and leaving us alone again.
I turned my back and headed in my office, knowing that John and Oliver would follow me.
I enter my office and pour a large glass of whiskey to prevent myself from losing control or doing something I’ll regret later. Furthermore, I sit down and face the
two men in front of me.
“What was your idea of showing up at my house?” I ask sternly.
“You have to marry my daughter, he insists. Before I can respond, he continues, Tve been talking to John, and that’s the right thing to do. My daughter was pure before you touched her,” he says, and I can’t help but laugh. Oliver glares at me.
“Sorry!” I try to compose myself. “Your daughter is anything but pure,” I say, being honest, and he clenches his jaw.
“Listen here.” He pounds the table, standing up, and l
John stands up too, holding his arm.
