My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107: 108/Contaminated

Chapter 108:

Julie’s Point of View

I raised my eyelids slowly, as if weights were hanging from them.

The first thing my sight met was Robert; he was sitting beside me on the edge of the bed in his elegant brown suit, exuding a calmness that did not match the chaos inside me.

I startled and sat up tensely, feeling the mattress sink under my sudden movement.

He asked me in a low tone that pierced the silence of the room:

"What were you doing in my room, Julie?"

My tongue froze inside my throat, and automatically, my gaze drifted toward his waist.

Immediately, my memory retrieved the scene of his completely naked body minutes ago; the image of that massive dick that shocked my senses was still flashing behind my eyes like fire.

I closed my eyes tightly, as if the fabric trousers he was wearing now hid nothing from my imagination.

I felt my heartbeats thumping in my ears, and the heat of my cheeks told me they had turned a deep crimson.

"Julie."

He uttered my name in his raspy voice, so I forced myself to open my eyes.

I tried to get up and flee from this siege, but he was faster; his strong hand extended to grip my arm, and he returned me to my place with a firm pressure, saying:

"You cannot leave here until I hear the answer to my question."

I swallowed hard and said in a shaky voice:

"I... I came looking for you."

He shot me a piercing look that suggested he was reading my lie like an open book, but I gathered my scattered self and continued:

"I was going to tell you that I finished all the files."

He tilted his head slightly and said:

"Mmm... but I told you I was going out."

I replied quickly, as if fear had granted me a sudden talent for improvisation:

"I thought you had returned."

He raised one eyebrow and said with veiled sarcasm:

"Alright... and what were you doing in my closet?"

The scene of the closet returned to choke me again.

I touched the fabric of the bedspread with trembling fingers and said:

"When I heard your footsteps inside the room, I was afraid you would misunderstand me."

"And why would I?"

"You would think... think that I was snooping in your room."

He fixed his gaze on my eyes and said coldly:

"And you weren’t snooping, were you?"

"No, never... I would never do that."

He was silent for a moment, then he pulled his weapon from somewhere beside him and said:

"Alright... and what was my weapon doing in your hand?"

My heart sank to my feet. Damn, how did I forget about the weapon? Why didn’t I return it to its place? I feigned astonishment and said:

"Ah... the weapon."

I began stretching the edge of my skirt downward, trying to occupy my hands while my mind cooked up a new lie:

"I liked it... I just wanted to see it up close."

He asked with fake bewilderment:

"You liked it?"

I nodded a quick yes, so he continued in a cornering tone:

"My weapon was in my desk drawer... how did you get to it?"

The words vanished from my throat. I felt stupidity closing in on me; every lie was leading me into a deeper hole.

I tried to save what could be saved:

"I was looking for..."

He cut off my train of thought mockingly:

"Yes? Were you looking for me inside the drawer?"

Is he trying to mock me now? I said defensively:

"Fine... I was curious to know what was in the drawers, and I found your weapon so I held it, that’s all."

He stepped closer to me, his perfume becoming strong and dominant, and asked softly:

"Were you trying to kill me with that weapon?"

Yes, you monster, I was imagining getting rid of you forever! But I said with a pathetic performance:

"No, never, Mr. Robert... I just admired the engravings on it."

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