chapter 32

It was getting late and there was still no sign of Julian anywhere. I was watching The Originals and eating a tub of Strawberry flavored ice cream with chocolate chip in the living room.

I thought about everything that happen with me and Julian till now. How we hated each other and how we always fought for dominance. The way we met, and how he came over for breakfast, and how awkward it was for me. I laughed at the memory. My mom catching me making out with her plate. I laughed harder.

Being oblivious of my surroundings, the front door was open. "What's so funny?" I quickly stopped laughing. Turning my attention to the deep male voice.

"Oh, nothing." I said.

"No, I want to know." He came over to where I was sitting, carrying a big, black suit bag in one hand, and another bag that marked Chanel in the other. He was wearing a pair of dark ripped jeans and a black V neck shirt. It clung tightly on his frame, revealing the hard rippling muscles underneath. He completed his outfit with a p