Chapter 2

I looked up. Julian was swirling his red wine, looking down on me, his eyes filled with searing sarcasm.

He had a point. I’d dumped him without a second thought back then, so there was no reason for Julian not to hate me.

As soon as he spoke, the others, sensing his displeasure, let me go.

Stepping out of the room, my breathing was ragged. I gulped down several deep breaths.

After that, whenever I worked, I refused any assignments for room 816.

The night wore on, and finally, my shift ended.

My rented apartment was nearby, so I walked to and from work every day.

It was ten o'clock at night now, and the deserted streets were mostly empty.

But strangely, a few honks suddenly blared from behind me.

The next moment, a black Porsche Cayenne screeched to a halt right in front of me.

Julian stepped out, effortlessly elegant, lit a cigarette, and leaned casually against the car.

"After leaving me, you’ve become so pathetic?"

"Why are you working in a club now?"

His face held a teasing smirk, his words sharp as daggers, his tone aggressive.

I ignored him, trying to walk around him.

Julian took a deep drag from his cigarette, then grabbed my arm, slamming me against the car. His lips crushed mine.

The taste of smoke exploded in my mouth. I fought back fiercely, biting into his lip until I tasted blood.

Julian licked his lips, his smile a little wild.

"What, you’ve turned into a club girl, and you can’t even handle a kiss?"

I raised my hand to slap him, but he caught it, scooped me up with one arm, and shoved me into the car.

Julian’s body pressed down on me, his presence overwhelming, angrily tearing at my clothes.

"You’d rather be a club girl than stay with me, wouldn’t you?"

I was terrified, struggling wildly and screaming.

"You’re insane! Let me go!"

Julian’s face darkened, his eyes blazing with pure possessiveness.

"Save your energy. Later, each scream will be worth a million bucks."

He started to strip off his clothes, but then a police siren blared outside, stopping him cold.