My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 196

Chapter 196: 196/I Don’t hate you

Chapter 196

Robert’s POV

I couldn’t believe my damn eyes. She had a phone hidden from me this whole time and that Professor gave it to her? But then came the kicker that made my blood reach a goddamn boil: she’d sent the guy a porn video. Fury lit up inside me like a fuse, and I wanted to tear the whole room apart with my bare hands.

"No, no, I didn’t send it!" she cried out, her whole body shaking like a leaf.

"Don’t you lie to me!" I barked, sparks practically flying from my eyes. "The evidence is right there on the screen, Julie!"

She backed away until her spine hit the wall. "I swear on my life, I didn’t do it!"

"Then who did?" I hissed, my voice low and lethal.

"It... it must’ve been an accident," she stammered, wringing her fingers so hard her knuckles turned white. Tears were pooling in her eyes. "I was just scared last night... I was terrified of your massive dick, and I just wanted to look up some info on Google. That video popped up out of nowhere, and I started frantic-tapping the screen to close it. I must’ve sent it by mistake."

She looked dead-honest. Her face, that terrified look in her eyes it didn’t scream ’liar.’ I forced myself to settle into a cautious calm. "Fine... but why hide the phone? You got a thing for this Professor?"

She stared at me for a long beat, silence hanging heavy between us. Then she let out a desperate sigh. "I’m sick of this... sick of having to justify my existence every single time."

"You’re sick of it?" I shot back, cold as ice. "I’m the one who’s sick of it, Julie! Every time I turn around, you’re doing something behind my back."

"Don’t you see it?" she said suddenly, her voice hitting a note I’d never heard before.

I narrowed my eyes. "See what?"

She stepped closer, locking her eyes onto mine. "Don’t you notice how I look at you? How I react when you touch me, like you’ve got me under some kind of spell? Haven’t you seen how much I crave you?"

I froze. My heart started thudding against my ribs like a hammer. Was she for real?

"One look from you and I lose my goddamn mind," she went on, her honesty cutting deep. "I don’t know why it’s happening, or why it’s you of all people... but I can’t stay away. Every time I try to run from you, I just end up running right back into your arms."

"Julie..." I rasped.

"Let me finish," she snapped. She started pacing the room, rubbing her arms. "You’re a killer. You locked me up here and wanted to sell me off like some commodity. You forced me to send an innocent man to the chair. I should hate your guts, shouldn’t I?"

I hated myself in that moment. There was no comeback to that, no way to sugarcoat the bitter truth.

Suddenly, she looked at me with eyes burning with a feverish hunger. "But I don’t hate you. I’m drawn to you... I want you. And as much as I hated it when anyone else touched me, I want you to touch me."

Then, in one bold move, she shattered every defense I had left. She didn’t just talk; with a quick, decisive snap, she pulled the back zipper of that tight blue dress. The silk slid off her shoulders, gliding down her skin like a soft wave until it pooled at her feet.

She stood there in lace lingerie that didn’t leave a damn thing to the imagination. Then, with a boldness I never saw coming, she stripped it all off until she was standing there stark naked under the dim light.

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