Chapter Eight
She looked up into the two blue orbs, a storm brewing up in them as they stared at her intensely.
She was trapped between him and the door, without any means of escape. Why was he so close to her? He was making it impossible for her to ignore him or forget him. Why couldn't he just let her continue with her internship in peace?
"Why didn't you come in the morning?" He asked angrily.
"I had work," she said, looking away.
"I was waiting for you," he said, still staring at her, his gaze scanning her entire face.
"Why?" She asked. He surely had a lot of work to do. Why would he wait for an intern like her? What they had was over four years back. Now he was engaged to be married and he had no business with her.
"Don't you feel anything for me? Don't you love me anymore, Anna?" He asked, his face inches from hers. She could feel his hot erratic breath on her face.
"I I don't feel anything for you, Vincent, " she lied. "Here's the document you wanted."
His hand went around her waist and pulled her flush into his chest. His other hand tucked a stray curl away from her face. She trembled at his touch as a jolt of current shot through her body.
"Tell me again that you don't feel a thing," he insisted.
"I d don't feel a thing," she emphasised but his mouth hungrily claimed hers cutting her mid sentence. It wasn't just a hot kiss. It was a wild and possessively hungry kiss that showed how much he missed her. His tongue roughly parted her mouth and plunged in. He played with her sweetness, tasting, biting and sucking her.
Her arms went around his neck as she played with his soft hair. He groaned and pulled her closer. The continuous onslaught of his tongue and mouth made her yearn for more. She clung to him, kissing him back. This was what she had dreamt of for four years. His mouth left hers to let her catch her breath. He bit the soft spot on her neck and licked and sucked it hungrily. A moan escaped her mouth.
"Tell me Anna, tell me please," he whispered huskily.
"I love you," she breathed out in between tremors that coursed through her body at his hot kisses on her neck.
Realisation hit her at what she had done. Oh God, what had she done? She kissed and confessed her feelings to her sister's fiancé? How could she get so desperate? She extracted herself from his hold and placed the documents in his outstretched hands, opened the door and walked out.
Vincent stood like a statue. She still loved him. It might have been so difficult for her to face the truth and yet hide her feelings from everyone.
The whole day he couldn't continue with any work. His mind kept replaying the single sentence that she confessed to him, like a broken record.
I love you
Her skin felt so soft and creamy to touch. Her lips were like a drug that you can't live without after a taste. He knew it was wrong, but he needed to taste them again. He wanted to keep her in his arms and keep kissing her till she realised that they were meant for each other.
He wanted to leave everything and escape with Julianna to some isolated place and make love to her all day and all night.
Julianna dragged herself with work the whole day. Vincent lips had branded her and marked her with his hot possessive kiss. She was embarrassed that she had forgotten her resolve so easily and confessed her feelings to him. It should not happen again. She should not allow herself to be so weak. She had to avoid him.
She finished her work a little late. Going to the bus stop, she waited for the bus to arrive. The last bus arrived and she boarded it. After 45 minutes she reached the bus stop near her house. It was already 9:45 in the night. She walked down to her house. Unlocking the door with her spare key, she went in to see everyone gathered around in the living room, with tensed faces.
"Thank God, she's home safely," said her mom. Julianna looked at them in confusion.
"Why are you so late, Julie?" Asked her dad.
"I finished my work at 9. Took the last bus and reached here in 45 minutes. Then walked down. Why?" She asked, perplexed at all their questioning.
"It took you 45 minutes to commute to your office?" Asked Sienna, incredulously.
"Yes," she said quietly. She didn't know what was happening. She didn't care. She was too tired to ask. "I'll go upstairs to shower," she said, going upstairs to her room.
After twenty minutes, she went down for dinner. "From tomorrow you will not travel by bus. You will take my car," said her dad. Sienna stared at their dad with a guilty expression.
Julianna shook her head. Why did they make a mountain out of a molehill? "It's ok dad. I don't mind travelling by bus. I will buy a car with my first salary," she said, eating her food.
"Then I will buy you a car. You can pay me when you have the money," said her dad.
"Don't argue Julie. Travelling by bus so late at night isn't safe," said her mom.
"She can take my car," said Sienna at last.
"I don't need anything. Please stop this. I'm tired," she said, tired of their constant bickering.
She took her food and walked up to her room. She didn't want her dad's help. He's educating her, feeding her, giving her a roof over her head and that was enough. She didn't want her mom's care. For four years she didn't care about her, so what changed now? She didn't need Sienna's pity. She could manage on her own. She ate and went off to sleep.
The next day, after college, Julianna hurriedly went home and changed into a chocolate brown velvet skirt and a pinstriped crepe blouse. She again pulled her hair into a bun and took the bus to work. As she reached her desk, she saw Rosemary Davis waiting for her.
"Miss McCoy, sir has made some changes to the documents that you submitted yesterday. He wants you to go to his office just now and sign them," she said.
"Ok," said Julianna and followed her to Vincent's room. She went inside while Rosemary went away.
Vincent was sitting at a small sofa, reading some documents. "Come here and sit," he said without even looking up at her.
She sat down on the sofa, farthest from him. "Read the changes that I made, here," he said, handing her the documents. She glanced at the paragraph that he was pointing to and started reading.
She could feel Vincent come close to her, his leg brushing hers as her skirt rode up, exposing her creamy thigh. She could feel Vincent's hot gaze upon her, taking her whole body in, as if memorizing her every curve. She blushed at his hot scrutiny.
