Don’t leave me
POV JULIA
I feel very comfortable when I’m with him. It’s surprising because usually I don’t feel comfortable around… Well, anyone.
by I don’t feel
I didn’t plan to get so attached to him, it just happened. At first, I just wanted to be with him. To feel him. To see if this whirlwind of emotions I was feeling would pass, I thought it was just lust–something physical. Boy, was I wrong! After we were together for the first time, the feelings tripled. The sensations intensified as well. And the desire I thought would fade away remained, but now it was even stronger.
Were having a great time in this relationship. We prefer not to give a specific name to what we’re having, but it’s something good and enjoyable, and I don’t want to ever end.
Furthermore, we had a wonderful day together. Intense sex like never before, and today i felt that it was sex filled with so many emotions. It was different from the other times, for sure.
We took a shower together before my dad arrived and exchanged caresses. My heart ismertlowing for him. While we were sharing one of the countless caresses, we heard my dad’s voice searing us, and William quickly moved away, grabbing the towel to dry himself and leaving the bathroom.
I spent a few long minutes trying to steady my breath, which was panting.
“Come on, Julia, Move, woman!” I tell myself to take action.
I take a deep breath and continue my shower, hardly realizing that I’m saling like an idiot thinking about William.
Furthermore, I’m really in love with him
How
w did I let this happen?
Not that it’s the worst thing in the world. William is a wonderful guy in every sense: He was supposed to be off–limits to me. And love hurts. Because when we connect our soul to another beings, we experience the most magical and beautiful sensations, but we also become susceptible to the most piercing of pains. Because even those who love to hurt. Not because they want to, but because it’s inevitable. And love makes us weak and vulnerable, Love can’t be idealized. Loving also makes you bleed. It hurts too. And it’s always about love, have you noticed? Everything we write, show, and breathe. It’s always, in some annoying way, about love. But it’s so unavoidable to talk about falling in love, giving in, and allowing yourself, and I don’t regret it. For our love, I would bleed until the last drop.
+ hair. I finish my shower, turn off the shower, and grab two touch that were hanging. I dry myself and wrap one towel around my body and the other around my Likewise, I go to the bedroom and pick out a light Nike outfit from my backpack to get ready. I apply lotion to my body and dress quickly. I comb my still–damp hair
Furthermore, I heard some shouts from William and was startled, thinking that he might be arguing with my dad–they’d never fought. I quickly leave the room and go to the living room, where I hear their voices.
In the living room, William is face–to–face with a man I don’t know. He seemed furious. I approach where they are and greet them, trying to calm the situation. I try to ask what happened, but as always, my dad changes the subject and calls William to go to the office. Furthermore, I don’t know what they’re going to talk about, but I know its going to be difficult and stressful, so I ask if they want something to eat or drink. My dad immediately asked for his favorite cake that I had made.
I prepare juice and cake on a tray to take to William’s office.
I walk to the office, still hearing William’s shouts. Likewise, I’m curious to know why this man, who is here, is making him so angry
I bite my lip at the
the idea o
of listening g to what they’re saying behind the door. I don’t want to seem nosy, but wow, I’m really curious.
Furthermore, I adjust the tray in my hands and press my ear to the door to hear what they’re talking about. But honestly? I regretted it the next minute when I realized that the man who was there was Angeline’s father. He’s arguing vigomusly with William, trying to convince him to marry his daughter. This is so sad. This woman has no self–love, she wants William to marry her without love, even against his will
I hear when her father says he’ll do everything to bankrupt us. I shudder. Because, whether I want to admit it or not, I like this comfortable life we have. But I’m willing to give up everything for William
Tim startled when the door opens and the man storms out of the office. I try to compose myself and enter William’s office. He’s standing by the window, drinking whiskey, and my dad is sitting on the couch there.
‘I brought cake and juice,” I say, getting their attention.
William turned slowly and looked at me with anger shining in his eyes. He was truly furious with this man.
“You’re the best daughter in the world. My father stood up, taking the tray from my hands and placing it on the table.
“In everything okay?” I asked, koking at William.
“Nothing you should worry about, my princess,” my father says, taking a bite of cake. “Wow, it a delicious.”
William continued to look at me without any reaction. I wanted to know what was going on in his mind right now.
“William, you know what needs to be done. My father breaks the silence once again.
“Tim not going to marry her,” he says through gritted teeth. “Look,” he runs his hands through his hair nermusly, “I’m sorry for drapping you into this mess in asy life. I didn’t want my trap to splash onto you guys,” he says, looking at me with sadness,
“Come on, my brother? We’ve always been together, and now it won’t be any different!” My father stands up and approaches William. “If we need to, we’ll start from scratch again. We’ll rebuild ourselves. And we’ll rise just like always.”
I won’t be able to sleep peacefully knowing I’m going to drive our company into the ground,” he says, upset,
I wanted to him and tell him everything would be alright.
I clenched my hands, wanting to comfort him, and looked at my father, who also seemed saddened by his friend’s situation.
“If it were before.” William sighs.
“Before what?” my father asks.
“Before her…” he looks at me with an indescribable intensity. “If it were before she appeared in my life, I’d marry Angeline without a second thought, for you, my friend for your family. But how can I marry someone when I’m in love with another?
The butterflies in my stomach came to life. My hands were sweaty. I don’t think I ever get used to him saying he loves me
4 understand you, William, my father says. “But I also understand Oliver. Because I know what a scandal it will be when they find out about Angelines pregnancy. and even more when they find out she’s not even with the father of the child. You know how malicious the media can be
William nodded to my father but didn’t say anything, lost in his thoughts.
“Why not just do the paternity test already?” I asked, interrupting their conversation
I know it’s possible to do the test even when the woman is pregnant.
My father and William tumed their faces towards me, looking
“Angeline said it’s invasive for the baby,” William stated.
“But what if you said that if the test came back positive, you’d marry y her?” I asked, feeling a lump in my
