“Can I drive this? She’s breathtaking.” Lora admires my gleaming new Volvo. I told them I’d drive it to Kristoff’s place after our classes. I’ve mostly driven Lora or Kristoff’s car in Whitlock, but I’ve also taken cabs.
I’m thankful to have Julian and my benefactor in my life. But my boyfriend giving me a car is too much. He was under no obligation to do so. I don’t think I can argue with him about it, though, because he’ll still do it.
But I’m thrilled about it. I will not be left out or have to wait for a ride with my friends.
“Let’s just meet there,” says Kristoff as he walks to his car.
Lora’s car is parked across the lot.
Julian was in his study when I arrived at the penthouse. I made him a cup of coffee and prepared some cookies I had purchased earlier so I could contribute a little to his place. As I approach the front door to his study, I see him rubbing the back of his neck and bending it from side to side.“Tired?” I ask, setting the tray of snacks on his desk.When he looks at me, his expression relaxes. “Thank you. How was your day?”“Good, and thank God, I finished my song. Lora and Kristoff helped.”“Really?” He smiles. “Would you mind showing me?”“I’ll practice the whole thing later, so you’ll hear it anyway. Besides, you’re preoccupied. What is that
Whitlock Main Performance Hall corridor is teeming with students getting ready for their performance. Even at this early stage, this event is monumental for everyone involved. Each performing arts department — drama, singers, dancers, instrumentalists, songwriters, and composers — is assigned a day and time to perform. And today, songwriters, composers, and singers are gathered together.Nobody knows what’s going on inside the hall. Only the performer/s are allowed, while the six panelists observe and evaluate each performance. I already know three of them, so I’ll learn the other three when it’s my turn to perform.Julian is also present, but only as an observer.There are ushers at the entrance and an assistant who will call out names when it is their turn. Lora and I and the re
Each performance took an entire day to finish. I’ve waited with everyone else, hoping for a miracle that my name, or someone deserving, will be called. Regardless of the outcome, another meaningful moment in my life lies ahead.Mr. Melnard will see me tonight.There are over a hundred people in attendance in the performance hall, waiting for the big winners and awardees to be announced. They stated that a special academic award would still be given to those who delivered outstanding performances. Still, only one from each class will advance to the finals—the one who would compete against St. Agatha Academy’s champion.Lora and I are holding hands. She probably wishes for the same thing. Kristoff is quietly sitting on my other side, his gaze fixed on the stage. Not until Ben taps him on the shoulder
We shake hands. “You’re Dean Melnard?”“That’s right.” He flashes his pearly white teeth. “Let’s say that’s an alias. Please have a seat, Ms. Scott.” He sits on the chair opposite me.A waiter then approaches us, assists me in settling in, and hands us a menu. “Thank you,” I murmur.“Just order what you want, Ms. Scott. It’s on me,” Mr. Melnard says—I mean, Mr. Bryant.I hide my face on the menu, pretending to choose while I’m actually trying to process the unexpected revelation.I’ve been emailing this man for over two years. He has been extremely helpful to me. He’s always polite, so I’m never intimidated
When Julian arrives home in the evening, I’m in his study. Julian lowers down and kisses the top of my head. I’m getting used to this.Maybe I don’t want to leave here after all. I laugh at the concept.“Good evening,” he whispers. “What are you up to?”“I’m looking through these places my benefactor’s assistant chose for me.” I smile at him as I look over my shoulder. “And good evening to you too.”“Do you need help?”“I think you’ll agree with my benefactor in selecting one of these exquisite apartments.”My face’s positio
“Tight,” Julian mutters through clenched teeth as he draws and presses deeper into me. He groans and clutches me desperately as he circles his hips and thrusts. “Tight and dripping wet. I’ll come so hard; I’ll fill you up.”My fingers dig into the skin of his back. My eyes flutter, and my lips parts open to suck air. I wrestle against his embrace, coaxing him harder. I wedge his movement in the corner of my eye.Julian holds his breath as he follows my gaze, compelled by the sight of him bent over me, watching his cock vanish inside me.I grab one of his buttocks and follow his movement as he sinks deeper. He feels so firm in my hand, smooth and big. My fine lover is a demigod—no, no, a sex god. I can’t believe he’s completely mine.
“Did you have fun?” Julian inquires as we drive to his house.“God, yes. I love Ophelia so much. I’m still bewildered by tonight’s event.” I heard from her mouth how she liked my song. This is one of the most incredible things that ever happened to me in my twenty-three years.Kristoff said that Julian’s birthday was coming up in two weeks. I completely forgot. Google even has his birthday posted.“How do you spend your birthday?” I ask.“I don’t. My family does. They usually arrange everything.”“Why not?”He laughs. “As I have said, I am not a party person. They only just want me to be ther
Mess. That’s how Rafael Sebastian sees me. I’m someone Julian has to clean up because I’m a threat to destroying his newfound life. I’m in big trouble. I guess he doesn’t know that Peter wants my song.“Don’t listen to him,” Julian replies matter-of-factly. His brother clearly influences him and differs from the other Sebastians. Julian walks to the living room, sits on the couch, and buries his face in his palm.“What are we going to do now?” I know it’s not the right time to ask him that, but I have to. I’m curious about what he’s thinking.He raises his head, his fury apparent in his eyes. “I’ll take care of it. You have nothing to be concerned about.”“How can I not