My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: 168/The Dangerous Lie

Chapter 168

Julie’s Point of View

When Robert asked me in his gravelly voice about the two wine bottles and the two glasses, I felt like my heart was going to stop. I didn’t know what to say. I searched my scrambled brain for a lie to save the situation and stammered, "Olivia... it was me and Olivia."

He looked at me with surprise, his eyebrow arching in disbelief. "Olivia was here?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, trying to steady my voice. "She just left a moment ago. Didn’t you run into her?"

"I caught a glimpse of her getting into her car," he replied stolidly, recalling the moment.

I took a deep breath. "Yes, we were chatting, and you know how time flies."

He stepped closer, lowering his head to the level of my face until I could almost feel the heat of his breath. "You haven’t been drinking," he said in a searching tone. "There’s no smell of alcohol."

I swallowed hard and justified, "You know that when I drink, I lose my mind. That’s why Olivia was the only one drinking."

A heavy moment of silence passed, then he spoke in a tone that suddenly lost its edge. "Fine. But put those shards down; you’ll cut yourself."

Suddenly, he leaned down and began picking them up himself. I couldn’t believe my eyes was Robert Cross actually picking up debris from the floor? I instinctively leaned down and started picking them up with him, but he shot me a sharp look that made me freeze. "What did I tell you?" he hissed.

I stood up immediately and watched him as he carefully gathered every piece and placed them in the bag. Then he stood, dusted off his hands, and said, "Go to sleep. It’s late."

At that moment, memories of his kiss flooded my mind. Dammit, I wanted him to kiss me now! But what could I do? He said he only punishes me when I make a mistake.

"Robert," I called out in a faint voice.

"What?" he asked curtly, turning to me.

Did he notice I called him by his bare name? I said with feigned embarrassment, "I’m sorry, I should have said Mr. Robert."

"It’s fine. Go to sleep," he replied with a coldness that irritated me.

The bastard! What do I have to do to get him to punish me? I thought recklessly. I changed my tone to a provocative one and said, "You’re just a mean, pathetic bastard."

Yes, those words should definitely be enough for a punishment. He looked at me, his eyes blazing. "Are you insulting me, Julie?" he asked slowly.

"Yes, I am," I challenged.

He moved closer and closer, and I braced myself, my heart pounding violently. Oh my God, he’s going to do it. He’s going to kiss me again. I’m going to climb that cloud once more. He stood very close, pulling me toward him with a force that made my body press completely against his hard frame.

I felt the heat erupt inside me like fire. He tilted his head toward me until his breath brushed my lips. I was just about to close my eyes to receive his kiss, until he whispered in my ear in a cold voice:

"I’m going to punish you, Julie."

Yes Robert, yes I’m ready... punish me, come on, don’t keep me waiting!

But he finished in a final tone: "I’m putting the electronic lock back on your door today... I’m locking you in."

I opened my eyes in disbelief. "What?"

He stepped away coldly and walked toward the door without looking back.

He slammed it shut behind him, and a second later, I heard the sound that shattered my hopes... the "click" of the electronic lock engaging firmly.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

He actually locked me in! I slapped my forehead with my palm in despair and whispered to myself, "Are you happy now, Julie? Is this the punishment you were waiting for?"

I started cursing myself and my scattered thoughts, gripping my arms tightly as if trying to wake up my brain. You were almost raped by Marcus a moment ago, and now you’re thinking about kissing Robert? A real anxiety began to gnaw at my chest.

My situation was not reassuring at all; I was supposed to be traumatized, repelled by men, but apparently, my case was completely hopeless.

I walked toward the bed with heavy steps, threw myself onto it violently, and buried my face in the pillow, rage eating at my insides.

My anger wasn’t because he locked the door and took my freedom it was an explosive rage because... he didn’t kiss me.

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Robert’s Point of View

I exhaled in frustration as I walked down the hallway. Julie had really surprised me when she directed those provocative words at me.

At that moment, I wanted to punish her properly as I had this morning a punishment that would leave her breathless. But Carlos’s presence in the club made me uneasy; I was worried he might take it upon himself to go into Julie’s room, so I seized the opportunity to lock her door with the electronic lock so he would never see her.

I climbed up to my office with heavy steps and threw my exhausted body into the leather chair. My head was boiling with conflicts and worries: the never-ending "Don" problem, and now Natalia’s madness which put me in an unenviable position with Mr. Harrington.

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