My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 373

Chapter 373: 373/Maybe I fucking will. Who knows?

Chapter 373

Julie’s point of view

His eyes drifted down to the empty space I’d left behind, before he snapped his gaze back to me, shooting me a cold, irritated glare. "I changed my goddamn mind," he muttered arrogantly, lifting his chin.

Leaving the two of them in the living room, I walked off with quiet, even strides toward the bathroom. I pushed the door half-shut behind me, grabbing my toothbrush and squeezing a line of paste onto the bristles.

I began brushing my teeth at a slow, deliberate pace, my eyes locking onto my own reflection in the massive mirror.

Suddenly, his massive silhouette filled the glass. I watched his reflection as he nudged the door open, slipping inside with silent, predatory steps.

He loomed directly behind me, leaning his broad back against the edge of the porcelain sink. His entire frame locked up, his eyes burning with an intense, suffocating watchfulness as he tracked my every move. His deep, gravelly voice dropped into a low, threatening murmur. "Are you seriously going through with that fucking date with Mike?"

I calmly spat into the sink, quickly rinsing my mouth with a splash of cold water. Turning around slowly to face him, I dragged the tips of my fingers across my damp lips to dry them. I held his gaze with pure, unyielding chill. "I already told your ass last night that I am."

His dark brows snapped together violently. He tried to choke down his escalating agitation, forcing his voice into a dry, rigid clip. "What exact time is he picking you up?"

A faint, mocking smirk played on my lips. I arched a single brow in open defiance. "Why the hell do you care? What, are you planning on crashing our dinner and sharing a table with us?"

He leaned his shoulder heavily against the tiled wall, dropping his gaze to the floor for a brief, ominous second, a silent threat vibrating through his posture. When he finally snapped his piercing blue eyes back up to lock onto mine, his voice was unshakeable. "Maybe I fucking will. Who knows?"

I took a bold, heavy step forward until the heat radiating from his broad chest practically brushed my skin. I drank in his rage-flushed face, a massive wave of pure triumph washing over me. I leaned in, my voice dropping into a dangerous, highly provocative whisper right against him. "Just admit it, Jake... admit that you are absolutely dying of jealousy because of Mike."

His jaw locked so hard the bone ticked, and a short, forced, entirely fake chuckle escaped his throat. He leaned his face down, closing the remaining distance between us until his ragged, hot breath fanned across my skin, his stubbornness absolute. "Me? Jealous?" he clipped out with a freezing, arrogant detachment. "Not a chance in hell. You’re fucking dreaming, Julie."

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