Chapter 33 When Obsession turns deadly...
Chapter 33
Victoria's POV
I arrived at Werther's Hotel just before noon, carefully parking my car a short distance from the entrance to avoid drawing attention.
As the clock struck twelve, I watched Julian pull up in his sleek car, flanked by his two imposing bodyguards. They stood watch, scanning the area while he entered the hotel.
Jaxon opened my car door, and I stepped out, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves.
“Make sure you beep me immediately the meeting is over,” I instructed, keeping my voice steady.
“Yes, ma,” Jaxon replied, bowing slightly, his eyes full of loyalty.
Once inside the hotel, I felt a rush of adrenaline. Jaxon had already scouted the meeting room and reserved the one opposite Julian's. I couldn’t help but smile at his efficiency.
After entering my room, I took a quick, steamy shower, letting the hot water wash away any lingering doubts. Today was the day — the D-day! Today, Julian would be mine.
Once dressed, I settled onto the plush sofa, checking my phone for messages. Nothing. I felt a flutter of anxiety in my stomach.
As I lay back, sleep began to creep in. I stood up, pacing the room, trying to stave off the drowsiness. The lack of sleep from last night, consumed by my plan, weighed heavily on me. Eventually, I succumbed and drifted off.
The sharp ringing of my phone jolted me awake. I squinted at the caller ID — it was Jaxon.
“I already texted you. Why didn’t you reply?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.
“What happened?” I murmured, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
“The meeting is done, and Julian will be out soon,” he informed me.
I hung up and hurried to splash cold water on my face, my heart racing. Checking my watch, I realized it was already three in the afternoon. Why had their meeting taken so long?
I quickly adjusted my dress, smoothing out any wrinkles, and opened the door to head outside. In the hallway, I spotted Mr. Werther and Julian shaking hands.
“It was nice working with you, Mr. Blackwood,” Mr. Werther said, his voice warm and professional.
“My pleasure,” Julian replied, his tone cool and collected.
“Oh! Mrs. Langley, how are you?” Mr. Werther extended his hand to me, his smile genuine.
“I’m very well, sir,” I replied, shaking his hand. “It’s quite a coincidence seeing you and Julian here.”
“Yeah, it is,” Mr. Werther said, glancing between us.
“Let me escort you, Mr. Werther,” Julian offered, gesturing for him to lead the way.
“Julian…” I called out, my voice steady but urgent. “I need to talk to you.”
“For what?” he asked, his demeanor curt.
“Mr. Blackwood, I will be on my way now. You don’t have to escort me,” Mr. Werther said, sensing the tension.
“Okay, thanks, sir. Get home safely,” Julian replied, his focus shifting back to me as Mr. Werther departed.
“So?” Julian turned to me, his expression unreadable.
“What I want to say is quite long. Can you please come inside?” I asked, gesturing toward the open door.
“Say what you want to say; I’m busy,” he said, crossing his arms.
I knew he wouldn’t enter easily, so I was already prepared. I understood him deeply; his pride was everything.
“Are you afraid I will kidnap you?” I asked playfully, trying to lighten the mood.
He brushed past me and entered the room, and I let a small smile slip before quickly masking it.
“Talk fast; I don’t have all day,” he said as he sank into the sofa, his posture relaxed but his eyes wary.
I sat opposite him, maintaining a facade of calmness.
“Julian, I’m sorry about everything. I know I really hurt you back then, and I truly regret it,” I said, feigning sincerity.
“Is this some part of your game?” he asked, disgust evident in his tone.
“No, Julian… I just want to ask for your forgiveness before I go back to California,” I said, my voice steady.
“You’re going back? When?” he asked, curiosity creeping into his voice.
“I’ll be catching the first flight tomorrow. I want to start a new life in California,” I replied, keeping my expression neutral.
He opened his mouth to respond, but a knock at the door interrupted us. I stood up to answer it, revealing a waiter.
“You ordered wine, ma’am,” he said, his demeanor professional.
“Yes, I did,” I replied. “You can drop it on the table over there.”
The waiter placed the wine and a glass on the table at the center of the sofa and exited the room. I returned to my seat, pouring the wine into the glass and handing it to Julian.
“Why are you giving me this? And why is there only one cup?” he asked suspiciously, eyeing me.
“Because I was the only one in the room, so they brought it for me. Or are you thinking I poisoned it? No, Julian. You know I love you and wouldn’t want to hurt you,” I reassured him, my voice softening.
He took the glass, sipping it cautiously before setting it down. “So, you’re really going back to California?”
“Yes, Julian. And I sincerely wish you and Sophie many happy years together,” I said, layering my words with false sincerity.
Julian picked up the glass again and drank the remainder in a swift gulp.
I smiled inwardly; just five minutes...five minutes — that’s all I needed for the drug to take effect. I could sense his arousal building, a subtle shift in his demeanor as he began to sweat.
I stood and moved to the sofa, sitting on his lap.
“Victoria, what are you doing?” he asked, bewilderment flooding his features.
“Well… everything I said minutes ago was a big fat lie. I made it all up,” I confessed, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, savoring the moment.
He tried to push me away, but I could feel him weakening. “Victoria, wait…” he murmured, his voice almost pleading.
“No, Julian. Just follow my lead,” I said, capturing his lips with mine.
His lips were soft against mine, and I kissed him as if my life depended on it. I moved my hand to his trousers, feeling the undeniable hardness pressing against me, igniting a fire within me.
As I began to unzip his trousers, he yanked my hand away and pushed me off him.
He stood up, staggering slightly, his expression a mix of confusion and desire as he tried to head for the door.
But I wasn’t finished. I moved back to him, pushing him back onto the sofa. I climbed on top again, ready to free him from his trousers when the door suddenly swung open, revealing Marcus.
“Fuck! Why didn’t I lock the door?” I thought, panic surging through me.
“What are you doing here?” I snapped at Marcus, my irritation boiling over. “Can’t you see we’re in an intimate moment?”
“It doesn’t look like an intimate moment. It looks like you’re forcing yourself on him,” Marcus shot back, yanking me away from Julian.
“Marcus, is that you? Please take me home,” Julian said, raising his hands in the air, his voice weak and vulnerable.
Marcus helped Julian up and turned to me.
"You will regret this."