Picture Perfect - 11
Hola peeps! A short update before Aalia writes us a long one. Sorry, from the bottom of my heart to everyone!
She arrived home and threw her bag onto the counter. She didn't know whether she was angry, sad, confused or bitter. Or was she simply in love? Did she care any more?
Julia made herself a drink and sat on the sofa.
"I hate him," she murmured even as her heart told her otherwise. She drank the wine in one gulp and sat back on the sofa. She thought back to the last week. It had been so confusing - the images flashed across her mind in a daze. She saw them standing in the hotel room, virtually strangers; then her memories gave her some relief in their romantic moments - the meeting of eyes, the shy smses, the union of their bodies and then the cruel separation. And now this evening. Her blood boiled again. How could he touch that slut in front of her? If the ploy was to make her jealous then it had worked like a dream!
She strode the room and picked up her phone. Should she call him? Would he even be sober to pick up her call? Exhausted she lay on her bed and thought about what he would be doing.
John had gone back to his home and locked the door tight. He had not spoken to his father ever since the episode with Julia took place and had no intention too. That was his punishment and he had just begun on Julia. His love was not passive - he knew he could be cruel and he had every intention of torturing her the way she had betrayed him. He smiled when he thought of her shocked face. He wasn't even drunk... he was sober enough to see the jealousy in her eyes and he had soaked up every minute. He had no intention of going back to alcohol again but he would pretend to make life a misery for her.
"Just you wait till tomorrow Julia... just you wait to see what I do next..." He smiled.
Julia made herself a drink and sat on the sofa.
"I hate him," she murmured even as her heart told her otherwise. She drank the wine in one gulp and sat back on the sofa. She thought back to the last week. It had been so confusing - the images flashed across her mind in a daze. She saw them standing in the hotel room, virtually strangers; then her memories gave her some relief in their romantic moments - the meeting of eyes, the shy smses, the union of their bodies and then the cruel separation. And now this evening. Her blood boiled again. How could he touch that slut in front of her? If the ploy was to make her jealous then it had worked like a dream!
She strode the room and picked up her phone. Should she call him? Would he even be sober to pick up her call? Exhausted she lay on her bed and thought about what he would be doing.
John had gone back to his home and locked the door tight. He had not spoken to his father ever since the episode with Julia took place and had no intention too. That was his punishment and he had just begun on Julia. His love was not passive - he knew he could be cruel and he had every intention of torturing her the way she had betrayed him. He smiled when he thought of her shocked face. He wasn't even drunk... he was sober enough to see the jealousy in her eyes and he had soaked up every minute. He had no intention of going back to alcohol again but he would pretend to make life a misery for her.
"Just you wait till tomorrow Julia... just you wait to see what I do next..." He smiled.
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