Chapter 42 I can't wait to have you

Chapter 42 I can't wait to have you
Chapter 42

Sophie’s POV

I pulled him away on his chest with all my might and gave him a resounding slap. “Are you crazy?” I said, my voice trembling with anger.

“I just want you to know how much you mean to me. I see that you also want me; your lips want—”

I didn’t let him finish. With a swift motion, I delivered another sharp slap, the sound echoing in the charged air between us. This one was louder, more forceful than the first.

“Do you think this is some kind of game?” I snapped. “You can’t just toy with my feelings like that!”

He rubbed his cheek, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and something else—was it regrets? “I wasn’t trying to play games, Sophie. I just thought—”

“Thought what?” I interrupted, my voice rising. “That you could just waltz in and out of my life? That I wouldn’t care?”

He stepped closer, an intensity in his gaze that made my heart flutter despite my anger. “You’re right. I messed up. But I’m trying to be honest with you now.”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the anger boiling inside me. “Honesty? After all this time? Do you remember how you treated me then? Like I was the only one who loved in the relationship that I was forcing myself on you? It was more like i was dating myself then, you refused to introduce me to any of your family. What you are only good at was fucking me, and then you told me the other day that i don't satisfy you..after giving you my body, you are such an asshole. Did your old woman sent you out of her house or why did i keep seeing you here? Are you homeless?”

He hesitated, the vulnerability in his eyes both disarming and infuriating. “No, Sophie. I loved you from the start. I just didn't know how to express myself well. I thought if I let you know how much I love you, that you would take my love for granted. I only dated the woman for her money but she’s even cheating now, and she had a miscarriage.”

The weight of his words hung in the air. Part of me wanted to believe him, to let down my guard. But another part screamed at me to stay strong, to protect my heart.

I wouldn’t fall for his lies, he's just a scumbag who came back to me because I am happy and comfortable now.

“I really don't have anything to say. And if you try anything funny again, look around...” I said, pointing at the bodyguards. “I will tell them to bounce on you, and you won't get home in one piece.”

I turned to head inside, still reeling from what had just transpired. How dare he kiss me? I felt the urge to go back and give him another sharp slap, just to shake him into his senses. But I just ignored it and went upstairs.

I entered Julian's room; everything reminded me of him, his scent lingering everywhere. I bounced onto the bed, cuddling the bedspreads, letting the fabric comfort me.

After a long while, I stood up and pulled off my clothes, bra and pants—leaving me completely naked. I slipped into the jacuzzi, savouring the warmth and reminiscing about how Julian would bathe me, how we enjoyed each other’s company.

As I closed my eyes, memories flooded back, and I drifted off, not realizing when I had fallen asleep. I was jolted awake by the ringing of my phone. Emerging from the jacuzzi, and going into the bedroom, I checked the caller ID: it was Julian. A smile crept onto my face as I picked it up and put it on speaker, rummaging through his closet for something to wear.

“Hello, baby,” he said on the other end. “Sorry I haven’t called you today; I was so busy.”

“I understand, Julian. So how was your day?” I asked, holding up one of his shirts.

“Hectic. What are you doing?” he asked.

“Well, I just got out of the bathroom, and I want to put something on,” I replied.

“Pick up the video call,” he insisted.

“What? I am naked, Julian,” I protested.

“I want to see you like that,” he said, his tone playful.

With a mix of excitement and nervousness, I picked up the phone and switched to video call mode. I took a breath, preparing to reveal myself, even as a part of me hesitated.

The screen flickered to life, and there he was, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me. I felt vulnerable yet exhilarated as our gazes locked, the intimate connection between us crackling with electricity. I was acutely aware of my nakedness, and his reaction only heightened my senses.

"Wow," he breathed, his voice husky with desire, making me even more aware of my exposed skin. "I feel like taking your tit into my mouth right now and suck on it." The explicit words sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickly grabbed the shirt I had picked out earlier and pulled it on, trying to composed myself.

"Julian, stop," I said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. "So, when are you coming back?"

"I will try to round everything up in a week's time and rush back to you," he promised, his eyes burning with intensity. "I can't wait to have you once again."

I sat on the bed, looking at him, his eyes glinting with amusement. I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of being with him again. I couldn't wait to have him, too.

"So, how is your mom?" he asked, breaking the silence that had ensued, his tone softening with concern.

"Yeah, she looks better each day," I replied, a sense of relief washing over me. "I can't wait for her to regain her memory."

Julian nodded with a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "So, where did you go except seeing your mom?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Nowhere, but I really stayed with mom today for a long time," I said.

"That's good," he said, his voice reassuring. "What of your friend, Isabella?"

"Why are you asking about my friend?" I asked, a hint of defensiveness creeping into my tone.

"Are you jealous?" he teased, a cunning smile spreading across his face.

"Of course not," I lied, trying to brush off the accusation. "It's just random for you to suddenly be curious about her."

"Just thought you would be bored and should go out with her or anything," he said, his tone light.

"Yeah, I will probably go out with her tomorrow or the day after," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

We continued talking for hours, lost in our own little world. He told me about his day, about work, about how much he missed me, and many more. I listened intently, hanging on to every word. He had dinner, and we were still on the call, and I also had dinner while still on the phone, our conversation flowing effortlessly.

As the night wore on, I started to feel sleepy, my eyelids growing heavy. "Let me watch you as you sleep," he said, as I told him I was feeling sleepy, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine.

I placed the phone on the bedside table, holding it with a phone holder as I lay down, feeling a sense of comfort and security with him watching over me. We watched each other in silence, the only sound being the gentle hum of the phone. I didn't know when I drifted off to sleep.