My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98: 99/Do you like Julie?

Chapter 99:

Carlos’s Point of View

I placed my hand on my cheek, which was still glowing with the heat of her slap, and said in an audible voice that filled the office:

"This girl cannot be mentally stable."

Robert’s response came cutting like a blade:

"You are the unstable one here, Carlos."

I pulled the chair opposite him and threw myself into it, knitting my brows in disapproval:

"Really? And why is that?"

Robert fixed his cold gaze on me and replied in a commanding tone:

"You cannot kiss her."

My eyes did not leave Robert’s face; there was something in his taut features, a suppressed irritation that he couldn’t entirely hide behind his mask of coolness.

I leaned forward slightly and asked him cunningly:

"And why are you so upset?"

He averted his gaze from me toward the papers in front of him and replied dryly:

"I’m not."

I laughed sarcastically and shook my head:

"Yes, you are... you look as if I kissed you, not her."

He exhaled sharply and said, pressing the pen between his fingers:

"Don’t be ridiculous, Carlos."

I sighed in frustration and leaned back, contemplating the office ceiling:

"Listen... this girl is crazy. I don’t know how to get close to her."

Robert commented in a mysterious tone:

"She is indeed crazy, but you are crazy too."

I raised my hands in helplessness:

"What did I do? It was just a kiss on the cheek! What is she? A nun or something?"

He answered, clenching his jaw firmly:

"She does not like anyone to get close to her."

I smiled boldly, imagining her face flaming with anger:

"So... I took a slap for a kiss on the cheek. What would you do then if I kissed her on her lips?"

Robert stopped writing completely, and a heavy silence prevailed for seconds before he said:

"I think you should forget about her entirely... she is not the type you prefer."

I was surprised by his insistence; Robert is always trying to push me to back down from the idea of getting close to her.

I narrowed my eyes and asked him clearly:

"And why do you always try to prevent me from approaching her, Robert?"

He replied without looking up:

"I am just telling you the facts."

I said defiantly:

"Then... you don’t have a real reason for doing this."

The pulse of the room stopped for a moment, and he asked me as he slowly raised his gaze:

"What do you mean, Carlos?"

I smiled a meaningful smile and said the words I was afraid to utter:

"I mean... that maybe you like Julie."

In that moment, I saw something rare; his eyes ignited with a raging anger despite the supreme coldness he masters portraying.

His body jolted slightly, and he said in a sharp tone like the hiss of a snake:

"Carlos... I think you’ve started imagining things. I am Robert Cross; girls cannot stir my admiration, especially a little child like Julie."

I raised my eyebrows in astonishment at his violent reaction:

I approached her, feeling the heat of her body drawing me in.

I leaned over her, inhaling the scent of her skin, then printed a deep kiss on her neck and whispered in her ear:

"Call me ’my love’..."

I felt her soft fingers snaking through the strands of my hair, pulling me toward her gently, and she said in a tone that melted what remained of my resolve:

"My love..."

I threw my jacket aside, and no sooner had it settled on the floor than her hands had anticipated my desire, fumbling with my shirt buttons with a feverish intimacy.

Our gaze met at that moment, and I said in a choked voice shrouded in possessiveness:

"You are my Luna."

As her panting breath fanned my bare chest, my hand moved to undo my belt.

As soon as I pulled it down, I released my dick, which was throbbing with the intensity of desire.

She didn’t hesitate for a moment; she leaned down before me, and I felt the cold air suddenly replaced by the heat of her tongue as she began to lick it slowly and with relish.

My back arched involuntarily and my thigh muscles stiffened, while a muffled cry caught in my throat as I felt the softness of her tongue wrapping around it, undulating with the accelerating pulses of my member.

All atoms of pleasure suddenly vanished with the sound of violent and continuous knocking on the door, piercing the silence of the room like warning shots.

My body muscles froze, and I felt a knot in my stomach from the impact of the surprise I was unaccustomed to; for no one dared to approach at this time.

"Whoever dared to interrupt me, I will put a bullet inside his head!"

The words came through my teeth, loaded with a real threat, while the veins in my neck flared with intense rage.

With quick movements devoid of any deliberation, I pulled my pants up and closed them in a hurry, ignoring my open shirt.

I gripped my fingers tightly around the cold metal handle of my weapon, feeling its familiar weight feeding my desire for revenge against this intrusion.

I rushed toward the door and jerked the handle so violently that its joints were nearly dislodged.

I raised my arm with a trained mechanism, aiming the muzzle of the weapon exactly at the center, ready to pull the trigger.

But, the moment my eyes fell on the knocker, my hand froze in the air, and I felt a coldness running through my limbs that made the weapon suddenly feel unbearably heavy.

The muzzle of the pistol lowered slowly as my pupils dilated in shock, and I whispered in a voice that cracked my usual steadfastness:

"Julie?"