The Hockey Roommate's Filthy Desire novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

ARIA’S POV

When Julian left the room, the silence he left behind felt strangely

For a moment, I just stood there, staring at the door he had walked through, the echo of his voice still lingering in my ears. Rejecting gifts is rude. I might start punishing you for it.

Heat rushed back to my cheeks at the memory,

“God.” I muttered under my breath, pressing my palms briefly against my face. Why did he have to say things like that?

And worse… Why did my body react to it the way it did? I glanced down at my hand. The black card was still there. He had practically forced it on me.

Even now, just holding it felt ridiculous. The thing probably had more money behind it than I would see in ten lifetimes. Carefully, I set it down on the bedside table like it might bite m

if I held it too long.

Then, slowly, I looked around the room. I hadn’t really paid attention earlier. Now that I did… I realized just how unbelievable Julian’s space was.

It wasn’t flashy. Not the way I expected from someone like him. But everything about it screamed quiet luxury.

The bed alone was enormous, covered in dark

sheets that looked softer than anything I had ever touched. The walls were decorated with minimal art

pieces, expensive ones, judging by the subtle frames.

Near the window stood a long glass case.

Inside it wees. Dozens of them. My eyes widened slightly. “Are those…?”

I stepped closer. Rolex. Patek Philippe. A few brands I didn’t even recognize but instinctively knew were outrageously expensive. Each one was carefully arranged like a museum display.

head

So of course Julian owned things like this. Moving further into the room, I noticed

I shook my the walk–in closet door slightly open.

Curiosity tugged at me. Just a quick look. That was all. I pushed the door open. And immediately froze.

Rows and rows of clothes stretched inside. Dark suits.

Perfectly pressed shirts. Designer jackets. Everything was arranged with almost obsessive precision. But what surprised me most was the lack of color. Most of it was black. Charcoal. Navy. Simple. Elegant.

Very Julian.

I stepped inside slowly, brushing my fingers across one of the jackets. The fabric alone probably cost more than my monthly rent. “Ridiculous. I whispered.

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My gaze drifted lower. That was when something caught my eye. A small notebook. It sat tucked behind a row of folded shirts on one of the lower shelves. Worn. Old. Completely out of place among everything else.

Frowning slightly, I crouched down and pulled it out.

The moment I touched it… something strange stirred in my chest. The cover was familiar. Too familiar. My fingers trembled slightly as I flipped it open. And my heart nearly stopped.

My handwriting. Messy, uneven teenage handwriting filled the pages. My breath caught in my throat. “No way…” My diary. The diary I had lost years ago.

The one I had searched everywhere for. The one I thought I had simply misplaced during the chaos of moving houses. My hands shook as I flipped through the pages.

Every entry was there. Every embarrassing thought. Every secret. Every… My stomach twisted as I saw the name scattered across page

page.

Luca. How handsome he looked that day. How happy I felt when he smiled at me. How I wished he would notice me. My face burned with humiliation.

Why was this here? Why did Julian have this? Just as I turned to another my name made me jump. I spun around.

“Page-“Aria.” The sharp sound of

Julian stood in the doorway. And the moment his eyes landed on the diary in my hands… The color drained from his face. For a second, neither of us moved.

The tension in the room thickened instantly. I slowly lifted the diary. “Julian…” My voice came out quieter than I expected. His jaw tightened. “Why do you have my diary?”

The silence that followed was be Something unreadable.

His expression shifted. First shock. Then something darker.

Slowly… he stepped into the room. Closing the distance between us. One step. Then another. Until my back hit the wall. My breath caught.

He stopped on

presence

inches away. Too close. Far too close. I could feel the heat of his body. Could feel his rrounding me. His voice when he finally spoke was low. Rough.

“You really want to know?” I swallowed.

“Yes.”

His eyes darkened. “You want the truth?”

“Yes,” I whispered again. His jaw clenched. Then the words came out like something he had held back for

years.

“I hated it.”

I blinked. “What?

I hated the way you looked at him.” His voice was strained now. Tight with something raw. “Every smile you gave him, every time you followed him around like he was the center of your world.”

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My heart began pounding harder. Julian leaned closer. Close enough that his breath brushed my cheek. “You treated me like I didn’t exist,” he continued quietly. “Like I was just… background noise.”

My hands tightened around the diary. “That’s not

“You wrote about him constantly.” His voice cut through mine. Cold. Sharp. “Page after page after page.” He gestured toward the diary in my hands.

“Do you know what it’s like to read that?”

My mind spun. “You… read it?”

“Of course I did.” His lips curved sligh

But it wasn’t a happy smile. “I stole it.”

My heart skipped. “You… what?”

“I took it,” he said simply. “And no–I’m not sorry.” The bluntness of his confession stunned me.

“You stole my diary and you’re not

sorry?”

His smirk deepened slightly. “Not even a little.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “Julian-

“I’d do it again.” My

ught. His eyes locked onto mine. Intense. Possessive. “You were never Luca’s.”

The words hit me

a

“You’re mine.”

My heart slammed violently against my ribs. “And now that I finally have you here…” his voice

dropped lower. “I’m

not

tting you run back to him.”

My mind was in chaos. His words. His confession. Everything felt unreal. But the worst part… Was the way my body reacted to his closeness. The heat of him.

The way his eyes burned into mine like he was trying to see every thought inside my head. My pulse raced. Julian had always been dangerous. Everyone knew that.

While Luca was charming… popular… The type of man girls chased because he flirted easily–Julian was different. Untouchable. Cold.

The kind of man who made even

confident girls hesitate before approaching him. Only the richest, boldest girls ever tried. And even they usually walked away rejected.

I had never even considered him an option. Luca had been safer. Easier. A poison that wouldn’t destroy me completely. But standing here now, feeling the intensity in Julian’s gaze,hearing the confession in his voice, I realized something terrifying.

Maybe I had chosen the wrong poison all along.