Everly
Chapter Six
Everly
The second month goes by way too fast. Julian and I hardly had a moment to spend together, and he grew even more distant. I’m in heaven and hell at the same time. I make his meals and he’s gone without a word most days. Maybe he hated my birthday presents. I’d gone out and got them after he disappeared. I had tossed out the other card I’d gotten him and the tie I bought him is still in my drawer in the box. I was pissed that he left me after he’d bossed me around for the hundredth time.
Today he has a special dinner event with other physicians, and he comes out of the room in a fancy tuxedo. Of course, I’m nothing but a housekeeper, so he wouldn’t even consider taking me as his plus one. He probably has a hot date that he’s going to pick up before arriving at the gala.
God, my stomach burns at the image of some beautiful, elegant woman on his arm while I’m in my tee and shorts, lounging about, depressed and longing for a man who sees me as the teenage sister of his best friend even though I’m a grown woman now.
My mouth gapes wide open at his presence, but I rapidly catch myself and slam it shut before I let him know how attractive he is. “Wow, holy cow. You look handsome.”
“Thanks.”
The words slip from my mouth before I can think about it. “Remember, keep it down when you bring her home.” It screams of pure jealousy, and he catches it.
He shakes his head and then smirks with his eyes smiling. “I’m not bringing anyone home.”
I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”
He closes the distance between us, causing my pulse to double. “Little girl, I’m going to a fancy event, but there’s no reason to get jealous.”
“I’m not jealous. I’m just looking out for you,” I lie, staring at his broad chest in his fitted jacket that doesn’t hide an ounce of his muscular frame. You’d think he was a gym bro the way he’s so cut.
“Yeah right,” he growls, brushing his knuckles down my arm. A trail of goosebumps is left in its wake. So, he’s onto me. He knows that I have a crush on him and he’s teasing me. I can’t freaking believe he’s being so cruel. Well, two can play that game.
My mood shifts and I want him to pay for being a jerk. I lift my gaze to meet his and puff my chest. “Maybe I am jealous,” I confess, pause, and then add, “I’m jealous that I can’t bring a boy home, so maybe I don’t want you bringing anyone home.”
His teeth clench together, jaw taut with tension. “I suppose that’s fair.”
Can I make him snap? He wants to tease me, put me on edge, knowing I have a crush, confusing me while going out to get some action. “If I have to go out to get my pussy eaten, you can to…” He moves so damn fast I don’t have a chance to step back.
Julian’s hand is around my throat and his mouth is against my ear. “You better not have anyone touching, eating or fucking your pussy.” The way he says pussy causes my slit to drip onto my panties.
“I’m not,” I say, hating how aroused I am, and he doesn’t have any interest in me.
“Good, you better not be a bad girl.”
“Or what?”
He pauses and I wonder what punishment he’ll threaten me with. The idea only arouses me more. “Your brother will be on our case,” he growls with his beautiful blue eyes peering into mine.
I’m wondering if he’s really using my brother as a buffer. “Of course not. My brother would be mad at you for not taking care of me.”
“And you know I always try to do my best to take care of you. You’re lucky I have to go because you’re about to be punished.” He lets me go and then walks out the front door without a backward glance. Still, even with him gone, I can feel the tension in the air.
My heart aches and so does my body because there’s no way I’m not going to be touching myself tonight. God, why does he do this to me? There is no way we’re ever going to be a couple. The man runs hot and cold. Is it because of my brother or my age? He seems like he wants me, but then he finds an escape. Our relationship has only gotten more complicated. He deposits money in my bank account every week and then I take care of his meals and clothes.
Speaking of laundry, it’s time to do a load or two. I walk into his bedroom and snatch the hamper which is only half full. The one in the bathroom has even less, so I scoop out the clothes and carry them to the laundry room only to find a piece of paper with a phone number and a woman’s name written on it. “Of course,” I sigh. He’s fucking gorgeous. It’s not his handwriting, but he kept it, so I set it on his dresser.
This is why. I’m not the kind of girl he can just sleep with and get out of his bed. The connection with my brother makes it a problem. I decided that I need to get out of the apartment.
I’ve been invited to parties and stuff. There’s no reason to stay home if he’s going to be out with women, having fun.
Sitting on the sofa, I shot off a text to my friend. Where is the party at?
Girl, we are at Joey’s house. Big party. Come on down.
On my way in twenty.
I jump up and head over to the bedroom to find something sexy to wear. There’s no way I’m going dressed in what I’m wearing right now. I’m not ready to go in this outfit.
It takes me about fifteen minutes to come out in a pair of jeans and a black one shoulder top that cuts at my midriff. My hair is still partially curled from yesterday, but I still give it a quick run through with the curling iron and swipe on some makeup before turning everything off and running out of the apartment.
To be nice, I sent Julian a message and let him know I’ll be out.
Hey, going out with friends.
No.
Not asking for permission.
You’re asking for something. Can’t you just behave.
I’m allowed to have friends.
Be careful.
Okay. Don’t screw anyone.
You either. Or I’ll rip their balls off.
Yes, Daddy.
Good girl.
My panties are ruined, but it’s too late to turn back and change them, so I head to the party and when I get there, it’s insanely loud. The people are spilling out into the lawn and immediately regret my decision to go. I am looking for my friend Kate and she’s getting wasted with her boyfriend Joey.
“Hey, girl. There you are,” she squeals, jumping out of his arms. “God, you look hot. There are so many guys here, but I’m surprised you made it here without your guard dog breathing down your neck.”
“He’s at a business dinner.”
“Still, he’s always got someone watching you.” She looks around me to see if there’s anyone tailing me.
“No, he doesn’t. You’re crazy.” I shake my head.
“Girl, there’s always someone watching you. Right, Joey?”
He nods, taking another drink from his plastic cup. “Yup. I hope they don’t bust up the party,” he grumbles.
“I don’t think so since they have no idea where I am.”
“Besides, how could they follow me?” That made no sense and I’m betting it’s because they’re drunk.
Suddenly the sound of police sirens going off.
“Fucking hell. I knew it, Kate. I told you it was a bad idea to invite her. Her fucking guard dogs called the police.”
I’m stressed out because I’m going to be in trouble and now my friends are pissed at me. The cops raid the house and break up the party.
I march out toward my vehicle and as I’m about to grab the handle I’m stopped by a cop. “Miss, before you drive off you need to be tested for alcohol consumption.”
“I haven’t had anything to drink. I just arrived right before you pulled up.”
“Then you have no problem taking a test.” I glare at the woman on duty. I know it’s not her fault that I’m at a frat party where everyone is getting wasted or that it got busted. Hell, I don’t see anyone even watching me, but my friends swear that Julian has eyes on me.
“Fine.” I take their test and pass, blowing perfect zero. “Told you. Can I go now?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll see you later.” I wave off Kate who is standing with Joey before going back to the apartment.
When I get home, Julian is standing in the doorway with his tux on, but his tie is gone, and his arms crossed, accentuating his large muscle. The scowl on his face couldn’t be any more severe if he tried.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be trying to fight off the rich women clawing at your sleeves?” I challenged, wanting to fight with him. If what she said was true, this bust of a night was his fault.
“Get in the damn apartment now,” he snarls, teeth clenched.
“Excuse me?” My head tilts to the side, and my temper elevated.
“You heard me.”
“What did I do wrong?”
“I got a call from my cop friend, informing me that my vehicle was at an illegal house party with a bunch of underage kids. I’m a fucking doctor, Everly. You know the risks of drunk driving, damn it,” he roars. I’m in his face.
I breathe on him. “Does it smell like I was drinking?”
“No.” I had no intention of drinking, but it seems like everyone just expects the worst of me, including the man I want the most.
“Goodnight,” he mutters.
“Goodnight. Here are your keys. From now on, I’ll take the damn bus to school, Dr. Martinez.” I walked past him into the house. He reaches out for me, but I storm away and into my room, closing the door before he could react. As I stripped out of my clothes, I heard him sigh and then finally walk to his room and close the bedroom door. It strikes me that he’s home for the night. He came home for me.
I switch into a pale pink silk pajama short set and then wash off the makeup. He’s in the shower, which means he’s not asleep yet and I can apologize for making him come home early. As I head into his bedroom, I remember he has a load of laundry that I need to put away. I take it inside and set the basket down.
The phone number that was on the dresser is balled up in the empty trash. I scoop it out “Wow.”
I sit on his bed with paper in my hand and stare at it. Who the fuck still writes their phone number on paper? I suppose it’s still a thing, but…I hate whoever she is.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” he growls. I gasp and stare at him in just a towel wrapped around his tapered waist. Water beads down his chest, muscles are everywhere, and I can’t look away. He’s a true work of art that should be immortalized on walls, but then that would mean I’d have to share him, and I couldn’t do it.
“Um…I came in here to apologize for making you come…” Damn it.
“What?” His brows shot up and I could swear something else jumped up too.
“I mean…I’m sorry that…you’re mad at me.”
“Mad at you? You have no idea what I am right now. Mad is just one thing, little girl.”
“I’m a little girl and I’m allowed to go out and have fun.”
He rushes toward the bed, tension in his entire body. His hand goes to my hair, fisting it. “Did you go to meet a boy?”
“No. Of course not,” I answered, my lips parted. His other hand wraps around my throat while his thumb rubs my jaw. The tender rub of his thumb is in complete contrast to the tight grip he has on my hair.
“Who is Linda?” I questioned, opening my free hand, showing him the balled-up paper.
After a glance at it, I see the disgust on his face. “A nurse. I thought that was in the trash where it belongs.”
“I found it on the floor and thought it was there by mistake.”
“No, so now that you apologized; it’s time for you to get your naked ass off my bed.” He releases me and takes the paper, tossing it in the trash before opening his bedroom door.
“I’m not naked, Jules.” He crosses his arms, causing his muscles to flex as he shakes his head at me.
“No, but you might as well be.” He licks his lips as he stares right at my tits that are pebbled under the pink camisole.
“I could be if you wanted,” I offer, running my finger under the thin strap of my top, teasing him. I’d give him anything he wanted, and I could see how much he wanted it. Every part of his body was screaming he ached to fuck me. The way his eyes trailed down my body, the lingering gaze on my breasts and the huge bat he had ready to push through his towel.