My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159: 159/The Slip of the Tongue

Chapter 159

Julie’s Point of View

I let go of Olivia’s hand the moment Robert stepped out, taking a step back as I tried to gather my scattered breath. She looked at me with bewilderment. "What was that?"

"I need you," I said with mock distress, searching for a lie to save me from her scrutinizing gaze.

"For what?" she asked coldly.

"I need sanitary pads," I stammered, the panic coating my voice. It was the only lie that jumped into my head, despite there being ten boxes in my closet! She raised an eyebrow. "Did you finish them all?"

I nodded quickly. "Yes."

"Fine," she muttered in annoyance.

As she left my room, I collapsed onto my bed, the heat of his memory still searing my skin. I remembered how Robert approached me, how my heart hammered violently, and how I truly truly wanted him to kiss me! But no... no... that’s not normal. I’m just imagining things.

I recalled Max’s question about whether my heart flutters; the truth is, it thunders whenever I see Robert, and when he draws near, I feel a fire igniting inside me. But this can’t be attraction... it’s just... well, I don’t know what it is! And even though he sees kissing me as a punishment, to me, it felt like a secret prize.

But I must not surrender. He sees me as just a "little virgin" who doesn’t deserve him, and getting close to him will bring nothing but agony.

The door burst open again suddenly. It was Robert! I stood up with a jolt.

"What?" I asked, my voice wavering.

"Follow me. I have work for you," he said sternly.

"What work? You told me to stay here!" I protested.

"And now I’m telling you to come," he replied, turning to leave.

I followed him, my heart racing once more. Was he going to ask me to review files? We bypassed the office, and I began to wonder where he was taking me. To his room? But instead, he entered that suspicious room the one with the bed and the ceiling-mounted mirror. The "Special Room."

"What are we doing here?" I asked suspiciously.

"Come," he said curtly.

He headed toward the wall. "Don’t tell me there’s another secret door!" I said mockingly, trying to hide my fear.

"Yes, exactly," he replied calmly.

My God! What kind of cursed place is this with never-ending secret doors? A section of the wall slid open, and he stepped inside. "Come on, get in."

When I entered, my jaw dropped in shock. It was a strange, oppressive room.

Chains dangled from the ceiling, there was a chair resembling a torture device, and odd objects were laid out on a table. "What is this?" I asked in terror.

Before he could answer, dark thoughts invaded my mind.

Was he going to torture me with electric shocks? Would he tie me up and leave me to starve? His voice cut through the hiss of my thoughts. "Don’t you know what this is?"

"No," I whispered.

I approached the table with a fearful curiosity. There were strange plastic objects... they looked like dicks! I picked one up to look at it closely. "You chose the biggest one," he said in a mocking, bold tone. "I didn’t know you were this daring."

I was talking to myself, but the words escaped my lips without me realizing he could hear them clearly: "Your dick is bigger."

I froze the moment the words left my mouth. I saw a look of shock and bewilderment on his face that I had never seen before.

I realized the catastrophe I had just uttered out loud! I dropped that cursed thing on the table as if I had touched a burning coal and ran toward the exit. But his powerful voice stopped me: "Come here, Julie."

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