Chapter 35 My heart vs. my head
Chapter 35
Sophie's POV
Why is Julian not back yet? I thought, glancing at the clock for the umpteenth time. He had said he would be back soon, but it had been hours since he left for his meeting. I couldn't help but worry that something might have gone wrong. I wanted to call him, but what if he was still at the meeting?
I paced around his room, my mind racing with thoughts of what could be keeping him. He had stopped me from going to my room, except when I wanted to wear something, and now I felt trapped in a cycle of anxiety and restlessness.
I wanted to go downstairs, but I was only wearing his shirt, which stopped mid-thigh, and I was sure he wouldn't like it if I went downstairs like this. So, I decided to wait, hoping he would walk through that door any moment.
The door suddenly swung open, revealing Julian. He looked wasted as he moved closer to me, his hair tousled and his expression clouded. He wasn't even wearing a shirt. Did the meeting not go as he planned?
"Julian, are you okay?" I asked, concern lacing my voice. "You look like you are drunk."
"Julian, are you drunk?" I asked again, but he moved swiftly towards me, tearing the shirt I wore into pieces, revealing my naked body beneath. My heart raced, a mixture of shock and confusion flooding my senses as he pulled me onto the bed while he discarded his trousers, revealing his bulging arousal beneath his boxers.
What the fuck? Why was he so hard? Was it because he was drunk?
He climbed on top of me, straddling me as his arousal pressed against my entrance.
"Julian, wait... You're not thinking straight. You need to go to bed," I said, even though a part of me craved this. After days of restraint, why was he suddenly acting like this? He had said he wanted us to get more closer with our feelings before we get intimate. Was this really what he wanted, or was it just the alcohol talking?
Julian didn’t seem to care as he pushed himself into me, filling me completely. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my body tensing in surprise. But as he began to move, his thrusts rough and deliberate, I felt my body responding to him, my walls tightening around him.
"Julian, wait," I tried to say again, my voice barely above a whisper. He was drunk, and I wasn't sure if he was even listening to me. But my body was betraying me, arching up to meet his thrusts, craving more of the pleasure he was giving me.
But my questions were drowned out by the sound of our heavy breathing, the creaking of the bed, and the thudding of my heart. Julian's eyes were closed, his face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and I knew he was lost in the moment.
I tried to push aside my doubts and focus on the pleasure he was giving me. His strokes were rough, hitting all the right spots, and I felt myself building up to a climax. As I reached the brink of my release, I couldn't help but wonder if I should have tried all possible ways to stop him, given that he was drunk.
Before I could overthink it any further, I felt myself shattering into a million pieces, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm. Julian's thrusts became more erratic as he reached his own release, his body collapsing onto mine as he buried his face in my neck.
Then, without warning, he pulled out of me and rolled off the bed, collapsing onto the floor with a thud.
I heard his labored breathing, followed by a faint snore. He was passed out, drunk and exhausted.
I slowly got out of bed, covered myself with a blanket, and lay down beside him, watching him sleep.
I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to the ringing of my phone revealing Isabella's name flashing on the screen. Julian was still passed out on the floor, snoring lightly. I got up quietly, trying not to disturb him, and picked up my phone.
"Sophie, I think you should come to the hospital," Isabella said, her voice tense.
"Why? What's wrong?" I asked, my worry escalating with each passing second.
"Just come already," she urged, and then she hung up. My stomach twisted. What could be wrong? Is it about my mom?
I quickly shuffled to the bathroom to clean myself up, splashing cold water on my face to shake off the remnants of sleep. My mind raced with thoughts, frantically trying to piece together what might have happened.
Julian was still sleeping peacefully when I got back, his peaceful expres anxiety. I rifled through his wardrobe pulling out another of his shirts—it was oversized and comforting.
After wearing it, i dashed to my room to pick out a dress. I chose a flowing sundress that felt both light and hopeful. I grabbed a handbag that complemented my outfit.
As I headed outside, I spotted the driver assigned to me, chatting with a couple of staff members. I gestured for him to come over, my heart still pounding.
"Take me to the hospital," I instructed, urgency lacing my voice. He opened the back seat door for me, and I slid in, and he climbed into the driver’s seat and drove out of the estate.
Once we arrived at the hospital, I barely waited for the driver to park before I rushed inside. "What's wrong, Isabella?" I asked as soon as I spotted her sitting on a chair beside my mother’s bed.
"Nothing bad, Sophie. I brought my cousin to the hospital and thought I would check on your mom. While I was here, the doctor found me and told me he had been looking for a way to reach you but couldn't. Your mom woke up about an hour ago!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with joy.
"Really? She did?" I said, my voice rising in disbelief. I jumped up, unable to contain my excitement, but quickly covered my mouth, glancing back at my mom, who was sleeping peacefully. The sight of her without the oxygen tube was almost surreal.
"Yes, sweetheart. But she’s sleeping right now. Let’s go meet the doctor," Isabella encouraged, gently pulling me towards the doctor's office. I kept glancing back at my mother, desperate to absorb every detail of her serene face.
"Welcome, Mrs. Blackwood," the doctor greeted us as we entered his office.
"Good day, Mr. Phoenix," I replied, unable to control the joy bubbling within me.
"I didn’t have your contact information. I only had your husband’s, and I tried calling him, but he wasn’t picking up. Your mother woke up an hour ago, but she’s sleeping now because I sedated her. However, there has been a little complication."
"What complication, doctor?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. A knot tightened in my stomach. I hoped it wasn’t anything serious.
"It’s just a little complication. She lost her memory—it's just the aftermath of the surgery. But don’t worry; she will regain it soon," the doctor reassured us.
"Like when, doctor?" Isabella asked, concern etched on her face.
"In a few months. I advise you to come frequently to check on her; it may help her regain her memory faster," he explained.
"Ohhh...thank you, doctor," Isabella said, relief flooding her voice.
"My pleasure, ma’am. You can come back tomorrow; it’s late, already. The sedation will last for twelve hours, so by the time you come back tomorrow, she’ll probably be awake," he assured us with a warm smile.
"Thank you so much, sir," I said, my heart swelling with gratitude as we left the doctor's office.
As we returned to my mother’s ward, I noted how she didn’t look lifeless like she had when she was brought here. I blinked countless times, trying to stop my tears from falling.
Isabella wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a comforting embrace. "She will be fine, Soph," she whispered, her voice steady.
After dropping Isabella and her cousin off, I returned home, my heart heavy yet hopeful. I found Julian still sleeping on the floor. I pulled off my dress, leaving me in my lingerie. I hesitated for a moment, but then I lay back beside him, my heart racing as I took in the sight of him.
He stirred slightly, instinctively pulling me closer to him, his warm body cocooning me in comfort. I nestled into his embrace, feeling the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat against my skin. As I closed my eyes, I hoped that everything would finally fall into place.