Chapter 36 On the verge of losing control

Chapter 36 On the verge of losing control
Chapter 36

Julian's POV

I woke up with a deadly headache as if my head wanted to explode. A soft breathing on my chest drew my attention, and I looked down to see Sophie sleeping peacefully next to me. She looked hot in just her lingerie.

I traced my hand slowly to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, and she stirred in her sleep, cuddling closer to me. I smiled, glancing around and noticing we were on the floor. But why? Why were we on the floor?

I tried to remember what happened last night, but my memory was hazy. I recalled a meeting with Mr. Werther, then Victoria telling me she was travelling... and then everything blurred. Did I get drunk? Did Victoria intentionally get me drunk? I racked my brain but couldn't piece it together. I would probably have to ask Marcus.

Moving closer to Sophie, I pecked her below her right ear. That’s when I noticed I was naked except for my boxers, which felt a bit loose, as if someone had tried fitting it on me. I was only covered by a blanket.

Sophie stirred again and woke up. "Good morning, Julian," she said, her voice soft and sleepy.

"Good morning, beauty," I replied, leaning in to peck her on her pink lips. "Hope you slept well?"

"Yes, I did. All thanks to you," she said, trying to stand up, but I pulled her back.

"Not yet, baby. I want to stay like this," I said, bringing her closer.

"Well... I don't want to," she protested, attempting to rise again, but I held her tighter.

"Are you playing hard to get? Let’s just stay like this for a bit," I said, pouting. She laughed but eventually succumbed.

We enjoyed each other's warmth in silence until she broke it. "Julian, my mom had finally woken up."

"Really? That’s great news! How is she?" I asked, genuinely happy for her.

"Fine. She was asleep when I went yesterday, so I wasn't able to see her, but the doctor said I should come back today," she replied.

"Oh! Then let’s get you ready so you can have breakfast before going to see your mom," I suggested, pulling her up as I adjusted my boxers.

"What do you mean 'get you ready?'" she asked, looking at me suspiciously.

With a playful grin, I pulled off her lingerie and scooped her up in a bridal style. "Well... anything you’re thinking."

I walked into the bathroom and gently dropped her into the jacuzzi filled with red roses. She beamed at the sight. I pulled off my boxer and climbed in beside her, making sure her back rested against my chest, and poured a handful of water over her delicate skin.

"This is actually my first time trying this out—bathing in a Jacuzzi." she said.

"Why? Are you afraid of it?" I teased, planting a kiss on her earlobe, feeling her warmth beneath my lips.

She turned slightly, her eyes sparkling. "No, it’s just that... I never really had the chance to experience something like this," she replied, a shy smile playing on her lips, making my heart race.

"Then you can experience it all your life now, and I will be there with you," I promised, my voice low and sincere.

I picked up the scrub and began to massage it lightly onto her skin, my fingers gliding over her as if painting a canvas. The gentle pressure seemed to awaken something deep within me, as my dick rose in pleasure.

i had decided that I wouldn’t rush into intimacy; I wanted to propose properly first, to build a foundation of love and trust. Soon, I imagined a beautiful marriage, where we could explore our desires freely, without barriers, and perhaps even start a family together.

I smiled at the thought, lost in my daydreams. Suddenly, Sophie’s playful voice broke through my reverie. "It seems your body has other ideas. Your cock wants my attention," she said, a teasing lilt in her tone.

"Just ignore it," I replied, trying to maintain my composure.

She turned to look at me, her ample boobs catching my eye. The way her body moved was almost mesmerizing, and I felt a rush of heat surge through me.

She leaned in closer to kiss me. As our lips touched, I felt a spark of electricity run through my body. I deepened the kiss, my tongue gently probing hers, exploring the sweet contours of her mouth. Her lips were soft and pliable, responding eagerly to my caress. I could feel her heart beating rapidly, her pulse throbbing in time with mine.

I couldn't help but nibble on her lower lip, gently tugging on it with my teeth. Sophie's eyes fluttered closed, her breath catching in her throat. I took advantage of her momentary distraction to slide my hand up her back, tracing the curve of her spine.

My fingers danced across her skin, as i felt her shiver with my touch. Her nipples hardened, pressing against my chest, and I knew I was on the verge of losing control. But I held back, remembering my promise to wait until we were properly married.

Reluctantly, I broke the kiss, my chest heaving with suppressed desire. Sophie's eyes opened, her gaze locking onto mine with a mixture of frustration and longing. I smiled wryly, knowing I had to keep my promise, no matter how tempting the alternative might be.

"'Let's get you ready, baby,' I said, my voice husky with restraint. 'You need to see your mom."

After several more minutes of scrubbing in the warm, bubbling jacuzzi, I finally emerged, the water glistening on my skin. With a gentle yet firm grip, I lifted her in bridal style and carried her into the room, her laughter echoing softly as I navigated the doorway. I dropped her onto the bed, and grabbed a fluffy towel to dry her wet hair.

"Wait here. I will be right back," I instructed, my tone light yet purposeful as I left the room. I made my way to her closet, opening it wide to reveal a colorful array of clothes. My eyes landed on a pair of blue jeans and a bright orange top that I knew would look stunning on her. I also picked out her panties and a matching bra before heading back to the bedroom.

When I returned, I found her still in the same position, a playful smile dancing across her lips. I handed her the panties and bra, watching as she slipped them on with an air of confidence. I helped her fasten her blouse and pull on the jeans, my fingers brushing against her skin, igniting a warmth between us.

"Let's go downstairs," I said, entwining my fingers with hers as we made our way out of the room. The scent of breakfast wafted through the air, drawing us to the dining table where Rose had set out a spread of delicious food.

As we sat down, I kept stealing glances at her, captivated by the way she savored each bite. Her laughter and the sparkle in her eyes made the morning feel almost magical. After breakfast, I reached for my phone, noting a series of missed calls from the doctor, Marcus, and my grandfather.

I dialed Marcus's number, and he picked up on the first ring. "Marcus, I missed your call," I stated, a hint of urgency in my voice.

"Yes, we got a report from our branch in Italy. It's facing a huge crisis, and your grandfather wants you to go there to check it out. But he said you should come to see him first," he explained, his tone serious.

I glanced over at Sophie, who was engrossed in her phone, her brow slightly furrowed in concentration. "Okay, I will go see him," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

Next, I dialed the doctor's number. "Hello, doctor. I missed your call."

"Yes, Mr. Blackwood. Your mother-in-law woke up yesterday evening, so I was trying to inform you, but she had been sedated, so she's still asleep now. Your wife can come in the afternoon; she should be awake by then," he informed me, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I thanked him and hung up.

Turning back to Sophie, who was still focused on her phone, I shared the news. "The doctor said you should come in the afternoon. I will be taking you there, but first, I need to go see my grandfather."

"Alright, no problem," she replied, her voice calm and understanding. I leaned closer, capturing her lips in a soft kiss.

As I stepped outside, I began making calls to the branch in Italy.