Just My Hockey Roommate’s Filthy Desires by Esther Pen novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190

JULIAN’S POV

I woke up on the couch surrounded by even more empty liquor bottles than the day before. My head was pounding seriously, a dull, heavy throb that made it painful to even open my eyes.

I groaned, rubbing my face as I forced myself to sit up. When I finally managed to look around, I realized I wasn’t a Leonie was standing in the middle of the living room, booking crisp and perfectly put together.

She had already called a professional cleaning crew, and two people were quietly moving around the house, picking mess I had made over the last few days.

As I stared at the floor, her sharp words from the day before resonated clearly in my head. “You need to fight for you daughter, Julian.”

She was right. I needed to get my daughter back. I knew that now more than ever. I couldn’t just sit here and let anoth man raise my little girl.

Leonie looked over at me, her expression unreadable. “How are you doing?” she asked, her voice calm. Before I could answer, she pointed toward the coffee table where a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water were sitting.

“Take those. They’ll help with your headache.”

Without arguing, I reached for the pills and swallowed them down in one gulp. My throat was entirely dry, and the col water felt like heaven.

Once the medicine was down, I stood up on shaky legs, walked straight to my bedroom, and stepped into the shower. I the freezing water spray over my face and chest, using the cold shock to clear the lingering fog from my brain. I had a c plan now.

I was going to go to my father’s house. I needed to look him in the eye and tell him not to harm Aria. I didn’t care about corporate wars or his obsession with family image.

All I wanted was my family back. Nothing else mattered to me.

When I finished bathing, I dried off, pulled on a set of fresh clothes, and stepped back outside into the living room. The c water had calmed me down significantly, washing away the worst of the hangover.

Leonie was sitting on the armchair, her purse resting on her lap. When our eyes met, she stood up and gestured toward th dining table.

“Breakfast is ready. You should eat.”.I honestly didn’t want to eat anything. The very thought of food made my stomach turi but I had barely eaten a proper meal in days.

I knew I needed something in my system before I passed out from pure exhaustion, so I sat down quietly at the table and began digging into the food.

As I chewed, my eyes drifted over to Leonie over and over again. I watched her quiet, poised movements, trying to figure out exactly what game she was playing.

Why was she suddenly helping me? Why was she pushing me to go after the woman who had broken our engagement? It didn’t make any sense.

When I finished eating, I stood up and grabbed my athletic gear. After I spoke to my father, I had to head straight to the stadium for practice.

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conte stood up too, adjusting the strap of her purse. “Have you considered my words, Julian?

I stopped, looking back at her. “Yes,” I said, my voice firm and low. “I’m going to get my family back.” Leonie nodded slowly, a small, light smile touching her lips. “Okay. Good.”

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I turned to her fully, completely stunned by her easy agreement. The suspicion in my chest tightened. “What’s your g Leonie? Why are you suddenly on my side with this?”

She looked at me for a long moment, her eyes softening into something heavy and exhausted. “I’m just tired, Julian. I’ tired of waiting for you to love me back. It’s time for both of us to move on.”

I didn’t say another word. There was nothing left to say. I just turned around, walked out of the house, and got into my turned the key, slammed my foot on the gas, and drove straight to my family’s grand estate.

The drive was a blur of chaotic thoughts, and by the time I pulled up the long driveway, my jaw was clenched tight. I p open the massive front doors and stepped into the main foyer.

My mother was sitting in the living room, sipping tea. The moment she saw me, her face hardened into a look of deep disapproval. “Are you here to fight with your father again, Julian? How can you be so insensitive to his health? You know stress is bad for his heart.”

I completely ignored her question, not having the energy or the patience for her usual guilt trips. “Where is he?” I demanded, my voice cutting through the quiet room.

My mother sighed heavily, setting her teacup down with a loud clink. “He is in his private office upstairs.”

Without another word to her, I marched up the grand staircase. I didn’t bother waiting. I gripped the brass handle, turne and pushed the heavy wooden door open without knocking.

My father was sitting behind his massive mahogany desk, reviewing legal documents. He looked up, his brow furrowing deeply. “Can’t you knock, Julian? This is a place of business.”

I stepped fully into the room, closing the door firmly behind me. I didn’t waste any time with small talk. I looked him dea in the eye and said, “I will support the custody case.”

My father paused, his pen hovering in the air. He looked up immediately, his sharp eyes scanning my face with sudden interest. “Oh? And what changed your mind? Yesterday you were screaming at me to drop it.”

“My daughter needs to be with me,” I said, my voice thick with possessive ron. “She belongs with her father, ns with another man. But I have conditions, and you are going to agree to them.”

My father leaned back in his leather chair, crossing his fingers. “Go on.”

“Aria’s company must not be touched,” I ordered, stepping closer to his desk. “I want your corporate lawyers to stay away from her business. And absolutely no harm should come to her. We are going to play fair in that courtroom. No dirty tricks.

My father stayed completely silent for a moment, his sharp gaze judging me. Then, a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. He stood up from his chair and smoothed down his suit jacket.

“You shouldn’t worry about all of that, son. No harm will come to Aria. We have the upper hand with our immense wealth and power anyway. All we want is our grandchild back. The Vance bloodline belongs in this house”

I hummed, not entirely trusting his easy words. I leaned forward, resting my palms on his desk, making sure he could feel the absolute gravity of my warning.

“If you cross me on this, father, or if you do anything to hurt Aria behind my back, you will suffer the consequences. I will

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