Tempted|18+

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

(Juliana's P.O.V.)

Waking up, I felt my head pounding like a bitch, I honestly don't remember what the fuck happened to me last night. Sitting up I looked out the window, I don't remember Lyssa's apartment having such big windows tho. Wait...

Turning around I realized that I wasn't in her apartment.. what the fuck Juliana... looking around, this room was full-on a white and grey theme.

I clenched onto the sheets tighter, feeling it touching my bare skin, I looked down and realized that I was fucking naked.

Oh my god did someone drug me and bring me here??!!.. Drug...Ceasar.. fuck.

"Good morning," someone said bursting through the door with something in their hands

"Nick?" I asked trying to recognize his face,

"Yup in the flesh," he said bringing a tray closer to me

"What happened to me?" I asked holding my head

"It's a pretty fucking funny story actually, here I made you a grilled cheese and that's orange juice and the pill there is for your headache," he said pointing at everything

"How did you-"

"It's a hangover, you had quite a night, "he said laughing at me

"First where are my fucking clothes ?" I asked

"Oh give me a minute," he said getting up.

Walking over to a closet he started scearching for something. When he came out, he handed me a big ass shirt and boxers. I gave him a questionable look because this ain't my clothes for sure.

"Here, I threw your clothes out it had puke on it and I didn't want to wash it," he said smiling

"What a gentleman," I said

"Start eating, so I can tell you all what happened," he said excitedly.

By his excitement I knew I fucked up, I took the pill and started eating slowly. This dude really sat on the edge of the bed and got himself comfortable.

"Go on," I said

"Haha okay, so I received a phone call from the guys at my club saying some girl had been here for hours and she didn't want to leave and it also looked like she had too much to drink.

I left my office and came down only to find Ceasar's beautiful girlfriend who couldn't even stand up.

So I came up to you and you looked at me saying 'I know you', I told you that you did but that made it worse. You started crying hard, telling me how your life is fucked up and that you are in love with a murder, which I have to ask what the fuck were you talking about?" he asked

I had my mouth opened... I really can't believe myself.

"What else?" I asked hoping I didn't spill any tea.

"Oh you then started saying how your life is in danger and that people are coming to kill you, you know I must say you are a really strange person "

"How did I get here?" I asked him

"Oh I couldn't leave you there, you might have been killed or raped and if Ceasar found out that it was at my bar he would've killed me for sure.

So I brought you here, then you decided to threw up everything you drank on yourself andmy 10 thousands dollars rug which I have to go get specially clean by the way" he said looking at me in disgust

"Wait... so you would wash your rug but not my clothes," I asked

"Yeah," he said getting up

"Did we sleep together?" I asked nervously.

"No, I wouldn't take advantage of you and I slept on my couch" he said opening the door, "Come out when you're ready to go. There is a spare toothbrush in the bathroom, it's on your left."

"Thanks" I shouted

Getting up, I walked over to the bathroom, quickly showered and brush my teeth. I gotta think of something to detach myself from Ceasar. Something inside of me keeps telling me to stay away from him and to protect myself... but I know Ceasar will always find a way to get back to me.

I gotta make him hate me if I don't want him around me.

Don't get me wrong Ceasar is amazing, trips, dinner dates, just him holding on to me and keeping me safe, everything about him is perfect.

Expect now that I know that he can put me in danger, I suddenly feel like I have to run away from him. If he can't trust me to say the truth from the start, can I really trust him with my life?

Urgh, everything is just fucked up in my head but I just can't shake the feeling of this.

Changing my clothes quickly, I walked outside only to find Nick on his computer typing away.

"Nick can you help me with something?"

"Will it make Cesar mad ?" he asked looking up at me

"Yes, most likely hate me too "

"I'm in what's  the plan?" he asked closing his laptop
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/ At the apartment/

Walking into the elevator with Nick was fucking nerve reck, god if this isnt right...stop this elevate now, let it crash or something.

After a few seconds the elevator stopped, I looked at the buttons only to see that we had reached the floor.

"You sure about this? "Nick asked

"Yeah, I'm sure "

"I'm only doing this because I like to see him mad," he said laughing

"Yeah...I know...you're evil"

"You know it" he said sending me a wink.

I pushed the doorbell and immediately the door opened, there he was in a black suit.
He stared at me and then at Nick who now had his hand wrapped around me.

"Jul" he said raising his eyebrow

"Thank you for last night Jul. You were amazing" Nick said and then kissed my cheek.

I turned to him and smile "Till next time ?"

"You bet," he said before he turned and left.

Ceasar stood in one spot just staring at me, I walked past him and walked into the kitchen. Looking around, I saw some suitcases on the floor and about 3 duffle bags.

Turning to me, he just nodded his head and stroked his beard.

"You have his clothes on?" he asked

"Yeah, I lost mine during some stuff"

Laughing, he picked up his bags and placed them on his shoulder.

Wait... is he leaving now...

"Nice... I'm glad you could've moved on so quickly"

I just stared at him while he gathered his stuff,

"Your things will be moved to a separate apartment here, Lyssa will give you your keys. Thank you.. for everything... "he said looking at me while tears streamed down his face

"Ceasa-"

"Nah, just save it. You made your choice and I don't care anymore. I DONT FUCKING CARE ABOUT YOU THE SAME FUCKING WAY YOU DONT ABOUT ME JULIANA", he shouted before slamming the door leaving me there.

I felt myself crying, quickly I wipped them away. I didn't deserve to cry, I made this choice and he shouldn't care.

I don't know why I did this, maybe its god's sick plan but fuck I really can't stop this fucking feeling of wanting to be away from him.

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/Me (the god of this book):hahaha, my child, we have only just begun your journey/

Listen. I know you're mad...but... it gets better...yeah..its gets better.