CHAPTER 017 OLIVIASPOV ThesoundofJulianscarhornstartledmeawakefrommyshortsleep.Blinkingafewtimes,Iquicklysatup,realizingIhadbeenrestingmyheadagainstthecarwindowtheentireride.Iwipedthecornerofmymouthwiththebackofmyhand,makingsuretherewasnoembarrassingtrailofdrool.
Butthatwasnttheshockingpart.
Asfullyopenedmyeyesandtookinthesightbeforeme,mymouthnearlydropped.This…wasJulianshouse? No,scratchthatthis wasafreakingestate.
Thecarrolledpasttoweringirongatesthatopenedautomatically,welcomingusintoapristine,highsecurityneighborhood.Theroadleadinginwaslinedwithperfectlytrimmedtrees,and thewarmglowofclassicstylestreetlampsgavetheplaceaneleganttouch.
Isthisyourestate?Iasked,myvoicestillheavywithgrogginess.
AsmallsmirkplayedonJulians lipsashe casuallyreplied,Kindof.
Kindof?Thatwasntananswer.
Wefinallycametoastop,andbeforeIcouldprocesseverything,amandressed inasuityes,anactualbutlerlooking servantapproachedandopenedthecardoorforme.Anotherdidthe sameforJulian.Ihesitatedbeforesteppingout,myeyesdarting aroundindisbelief.
Therewereluxurycarslinedupinthedriveway,eachonelookingmoreexpensivethanthelast.MymindimmediatelydriftedtothecarJulianhad beendrivingallthistime-asimple,decentride,nothingextravagant.Whythe hellwasheusingthatwhenhehadthesehighendbeautiesjustsittinghere? IturnedmygazetoJulian,whowasalreadymakinghiswayupthegrandsetofstairs.leadingtotheentrance.Quickeningmysteps,Ileaned inandwhispered,Youhavesomeexplainingtodo.
Julianletoutalowchucklebutdidntrespond.
Themomentwesteppedinside,mybreathhitched.
Theplacescreamedluxury.
Fromthemassive,goldframedpaintingson the wallstothe highceilingswith.intricatecarvings,everythingwasSuccessfullyunlocked!gant.ThefurniturealonelookedlikesomethingoutofabillionairescataloganexpensiveItaliansofa set,aglasscoffeetablewithgoldenedges,andacrystalchandelier hangingproudlyabovethediningarea, 1/3 CHAPTER017 Iwasconvinced thatthisplacecouldgiveAdriansmansionarunfor itsmoney Welcometomyplace,Juliansaidcasuallyasifwehadjustentered somebasicapartment.

Iturnedtohimwitharaisedbrow.
Younevertoldmeyouhadsuchgoodtaste…letalonethatyouwererich.
Juliancoveredhismouth,stiflingalaugh.Technically,itsmyfamilyswealth,soImreallynotthatrich.
Thatdidntmakesense.Helivedhere.Heclearlyhadallofthisathisdisposal.
Still,thisisamazing,Isaid,mygazestillwanderingaround.
Aswemovedfurtherinside,afewmaidsapproachedJulian,bowingtheirheadsslightlyastheygreetedhim.Then,anotherwoman,whoIassumedwastheheadmaid,arrivedwithafirstaidboxinhand.
Wesatinthelivingroom,andJulianslowlytookoffhisshirt.
Iswallowedhard.
Julianwasntjustfithisbodylookedlikeitwassculpted.Definedabs,broadshoulders,tonedarms.Thedimlightingfromthechandelieronlyemphasizedthesharplinesofhismuscles.
quicklyshookmyhead,forcingmyeyestofocus onthewoundinstead.Thegashonhisarmlookeddeep,the dried blood makingitseemworse.
Oneofthemaidsbroughtoverabottleofwhiskey,andwithouthesitation,the headmaidpouredthealcoholdirectly ontoJuliansinjury.
Julianletoutalowgroan,hisjawtighteningasheexhaledsharply.
Iflinchedatthesight.Thatmustveburnedlike hell.

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Aftercleaningthewound,themaidcarefullysewedthegashwithamedicalneedle.Ifoundmyselfgrippingtheedgeofmyseat,watchingeachprecisemovement.
Onceshewasdone,anothermaidcameforwardwithafreshshirt.Julianputitonbutleft itunbuttoned,histonedcheststillslightlyvisible.
Hecrackedhisneckbeforestandingup.NowthatImdonewiththat,letmeshowyoutoyourroom.
Ifollowedhimdownalonghallwayuntilwestoppedinfrontofadoor.
Okay,thisiswhereyoullbestaying,Juliansaid,pushingthedooropen.
Theroomwasspacious biggerthanIexpected.Thefurniturewaselegantbuthadacomfortablefeelto it.However,therewasathinlayer of dustonsome surfaces,asifithadntbeenusedinawhile.
Ignorethelittledust.Noonehasusedthis roomfor awhile.Itbelongedtomysister,Juliansaid.
2/3 CHAPTER017 Iturnedtohim,surprised.Youhaveasister? Hegaveasmallnod.Itsalongstory.Illsendthemaidsuptocleanandbringyousomeclothes.
Isimplynoddedinresponse.
TherewassomuchIdidntknowaboutJulian.
Allthistime,IthoughtIknewhimwellhewasagoodfriend,afterall.Yet,hereIwas,standinginhismassiveestate,realizingjusthowlittleIactuallyknewabouthislife.
Alright,Ineedtogotalktosecuritytomakesureeverythingistight.Illbebackinabit.He gaveme asmallnodbeforeclosingthedoorbehindhim.
Isatonthebed,staringattheceilingtryingtodigestwhathappenedearliertoday,whydoesbadluckalwaysfinditswaytome,hopefully,itdoesntspreadtoJulian *** ADRIANSPOV Thesoundoficeclinkingagainstmywhiskey glasswastheonlynoiseintheroomasIstoodbythepoolside,staringat my ownreflection inthewater.

Iswirledtheglassin my handbeforetakingaslowsip.
Behindme,Danandhismenstoodinastiffline,theirheadsbowed,thetensionthick intheair.
1Iturned,slowlywalkingtowardDan.He kepthisgazelowered,avoidingmyeyes.
Withoutwarning,Igrabbedhischinandforcedhimtolookupatme.Then,Islapped him.
Hard.
Danflinchedbutremainedstill,hisbreathingheavy.
Youhadonejob,Isaid,myvoiceeerilycalm.Justkeeptrackofherlocation.
Danswallowedhard.Weresorry,boss.Someguycameoutofnowhereandruinedeverything.
Hiswordsmademybloodboil.
Igrittedmyteeth,then,inoneswiftmove,grabbedthewhiskeybottleandsmasheditagainsttheground.
Shardsofglassscatteredacrossthefloor.
Oneguy?Myvoicedroppedtoadangerouswhisper.Oneguybeatall fourofyou?WhythehellamIpayingyouthen?Isaidwithrage inmyvoice.
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