After arriving at New York both Julien and Monica was tired as walking into the basement, Julien can hear the telltale signs of podcasts going on the radio. Updated with new ideas and opportunities from his company. Monica makes herself to her bed before running into the bathroom and taking a nice cool shower to relieve her stress which was building for two days. After the encounter with Julien's brother Dean she was quite surprised that Julien didn't want to feel the right to talk it out with her. Julien walks through the room turning to the video call that has been held off by Dean who is pacing the back wall Julien asks, “did you have to start without me? You know how much I enjoyed the start of the show.” Dean looks up but doesn’t even greet Julien with his usual devious smirk, the one he usually saves for these situations. He’s hanging on by a thread. "This isn't about us Julien, and you quite well know that I can destroy your career within minutes so why bother?” Julien looked

After a long ass day finally Monica was sleeping quietly while Julien was away for some business matters. His scent lingered through the house when she stepped out of the bathroom wearing a robe. Her lips swollen and feeling a little bit of her mouth being dry. As he slips into her bed and sleeps off for the night. “I’m taking it you’re not a morning person, sunshine?” His deep voice vibrates behind her as she hums soft moans. The buzzing next to her head starts up and she groans again, turning over and burying her face into his chest. “Make it stop,” she pleads as she snuggles into his chest, and what a chest it is. As if she wasn’t trying to fall back to sleep, she would have the energy to give this chest the attention it so deserves. It’s smooth, wide, solid and smells all of him. Monica inhales deep, not even caring if he can tell that she was shamelessly sniffing him. As she feels his arm reach across her before he settles back down. “That buzzing you’re so intent on stopping i

It’s December in New York, it’s bloody hot out. “Thank you for driving us, I really appreciate everything you do for me, you know that, right?” Julien tilts his head. “Yeah babe, it’s my pleasure to do things for you. Are you okay?” “Well, I feel a little bad about making you think I wanted to drive your car. You looked really stressed out there.” He wraps his arms around Monica's waist. “Sunshine, I love you, so damn much. I wasn’t stressed about you driving the car; and I know this will sound irrational, but I was worried about you being out without me. Especially right now, when we have no idea what Dean and his people are capable of.” Monica nods and she gets that he would be worried about her safety, but that stress was definitely more about his car. She raises an eyebrow at him silently. After a minute he relents.“Okay, maybe I was a little worried about my car too. Butthere is not a shadow of a doubt that I love you way more than I love that car, Monica.” Laughing, Monica rea

As the time passes by and everyday is working hard to earn money for their life Julien chooses to hold a private press conference as to involve more paparazzis this year as he wanted to see if the culprit comes to his conclusion of making himself a victim by sneaking picks and writing his scripts down for a fake news. Julien makes sure that he have enough bodyguard standing by for taking his instant orders. He also conducted ten more bodyguards in front of his house. Tyler, his personal assistant and driver for the protection of Monica. Monica has been throwing up since she was left on the bed alone earlier the night. Or she had food poisoning? Julien couldn't come to a clear conclusion. It never appeared in his head and something was off. So he set two more cameras in her room. Monica took two weeks off. For god sake she looked pale and almost like a lost child. Julien holds his breath and pushes through the door of Monica's room. "Good morning, sunshine. I got meat stew for you. It'

As soon as Catalina texted back to him telling that his wife received something more than her name. About some tombstones. "Hey, Bray what's more there?" "Uh, a picture of a tombstone." “Whose tombstone was in the picture, Bray?” Julien asks, needing more information. “Look, she’s okay Julien. I’ve got her right next to me, actually she’s so close to me it would probably give you a coronary if you saw.” He’s probably right, but he also knows he’s trying to distract him from the situation. “Bray, do me a favour and send me a picture of the piece of paper. Keep her fucking close, I swear if anything happens to her …” Julien lets his sentence drown off, because the thought of anything happening to her is inconceivable. “Okay, I’ll send a picture. See you when you get here, bro.” He hangs up before Julien can reply. Bray sends the picture through straight away. The moment he zoomed in on the image, his blood went cold. There are two tombstones, one older looking one, he can barely make