My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 341

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You will do as she says

Julian’s POV

The drive to school was, in a strange way, the most normal thing I had experienced in years. Aiden sat in the passenger seat, chattering away about a new science project and the way the trees looked when the morning sun hit the dew on the leaves. I kept my eyes on the road, my grip on the steering wheel steady, but my mind was a fractured mess.

Every time I looked over at him, I felt a sharp, hollow ache in my chest. He was my son. He had been calling me Dad” for a year, and I had spent that year operating in the shadows of my own life, convinced that silence was a form of protection.

When I dropped him off, the way he leaned over to kiss my cheek before sprinting toward his friends made the walls of my composure crumble even further. I watched him disappear through the school gates, a small figure in a big world, and for the first time, I realized that I didn’t want to be a silent guardian anymore. I wanted to be a presence. But Katia had made it clear: I was a guest in my own house, a visitor allowed in only because our son needed the comfort of his father.

I drove straight to the office, my blood simmering. I didn’t bother with the elevator. I walked straight into my office, where Zane was already waiting, probably expecting a progress report on the merger. Instead, he got me disheveled, vibrating with a cocktail of humiliation and rage, and still smelling like the guest room sheets of my own mansion.

I didn’t even sit down. I paced the length of the office, the air feeling too thick to breathe. “She locked me out, Zane,” I started, my voice sounding strained even to my own ears. “The gates, the front door, everything. She treated me like an intruder, a nuisance to be dealt with.”

Zane lowered his tablet, his brow arching. He didn’t look shocked; he looked entertained. “Locked out? You? The man who owns the zip code?”

“She left me on the porch for hours,” I snapped, ignoring his amusement. “I stood there, exposed to the elements, while she talked to me through a security intercom like I was a delivery driver. She called me a trespasser.”

Zane let out a short, sharp laugh that echoed against the glass walls. “A trespasser. That’s rich.”

“It’s not funny,” I barked, finally slamming my hand against the desk. “It was the middle of the night. She finally let me in, but only after she made her point. And the way she acted… the way she dismissed me… it was as if the last few days, as if everything that happened before she kicked me out-never existed.”

I paused, the memory still burning in my throat. “She acted like she didn’t just come into the Aman suite, spread her legs, made me eat her pussy until she came on my tongue, rode my cock until she came again, and then climbed off and left me with a rock-hard dick and blue balls. I spent two days wanting to fuck that cold look off her face, and she stood there in the hallway looking at me like was a stranger she was doing a pity favor for. She left me throbbing for hours and walked away like I was nothing.”

Zane was full-out laughing now, leaning back in his chair with a smirk that was meant to be infuriating. “You’re an idiot, Julian. You really are. You went from the king of the castle to a petulant guest in a guest room, and you’re complaining about the lack of intimacy? You’re lucky she let you through the front gate.”

“I am her husband,” I reminded him, though the title felt like a hollow shell of what it should have been.

“You’re a man in a doghouse,” Zane corrected, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. “But listen to me, you know Katia better than anyone. You think this is really about a guest room? You think she’s going to keep you tucked

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away in the guest suite forever?”

Zane leaned forward, his expression turning predatory. “Katia isn’t the type to just shut a door and walk away. She is too smart for that. She is making you sit in the guest room so you will stew in it. She wants you exactly where you are – desperate for her, burning for her, and with no access to her pussy. It’s a power move, Julian..

The oldest trick in the book.”

“And you think she’s just going to let me rot?”

“Rot?” Zane chuckled. “Hardly. I’d bet my life that one of these nights, when you’re in that guest room and the house is dead silent, the door is going to open. She’ll come in, she’ll fuck you however she wants, and then she 11 leave. She’ll turn you into a housemate with benefits. She’ll keep you exactly where she wants you, desperate for her pussy, tied to her by the need you can’t turn off while she remains the one in control.”

I glared at him, but deep down the image he painted did not just annoy me; it terrified me because I knew he was right. The thought of her walking into that room with that same cold look in her eyes made my chest tighten.

“She wouldn’t,” I muttered, though the doubt was already creeping in.

“Wouldn’t she?” Zane asked, standing up and clapping a hand on my shoulder. “You lied to her for a year, Julian. You played the secret husband. Now, she’s playing the role of the indifferent wife. If you want back into that bedroom, you’re going to have to do more than read bedtime stories. She’s not just looking for a father for the boy; she’s looking to remind you exactly who holds the leash.”

I looked out the window at the city skyline, the weight of his words pressing down on me. I wanted to deny it, but every time I closed my eyes, I could see her standing in the hallway, her arms crossed, watching me retreat to the guest room. She wasn’t just holding me at arm’s length; she was studying me. She was watching me squirm. And Zane was right, if I stayed in that house, if I kept playing by her rules, I was just waiting for the moment she decided it was time to reclaim me.

“I won’t be her plaything,” I said, though it sounded like a vow made of smoke.

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