𝐽𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑢𝑠 & 𝐽𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑎

Chapter 12

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Julia

I finally take some time to think, to rest, and breathe. I'm tired of men, and the sad thing is I'm only attracted to men. Fuck, I hate my life. I'm getting ready to meet up with the others at the pool because thinking never ends well for me when someone knocks on the door.

I press open on the remote, and the door opens. "You got any revolver bullets?"

I furrow my brows. "J–Julius? Why do you need revolver bullets?"

Julius at me like the answer should be obvious. "Because I have a revolver."

I roll my eyes. "No, I don't."

"Fuck." Julius turns to walk away, but I stop him.

"Wait."

He turns back to face me.

I don't like this Julius; why is he not...trying to get me out of my bikini? What's with the blank face and uninterest? Have I really messed things up with him because last time I checked, Julius didn't do boundaries.

But before I could say something, I noticed something unusual on his nose. "Julius, is that a nose ring?!"

He shrugs. "When were we talking again?"

Damn.

I pretended it didn't phase me and cleared my throat. "Julius, I just wanted to apologize. I was really blaming myself and trying to undo that by blaming you, if that makes sense. But, yea."

Ugh, I'm so corny.

"The pregnancy scare, how come everyone knew but me."

I shake my head, shrugging. "Everyone was assuming that you knew and were being an asshole about it which led me to assume that you knew the entire time, and that's why you went to Russia, so I just left it alone, trying to convince myself that I wasn't angry because I wasn't pregnant."

"I didn't know, Julia. I'm sorry." Julius gazes at what I'm wearing before his attention comes back to my face. "I really like you, Julia–no, that sounds fucking stupid." Julius sighs. "I love you, Julia, and I'm not pulling it out of my ass. I can't fucking have sex anymore because of you, and I fucking hate it because you won't talk to me, won't let me touch you." Julius's hands wrap around my waist slowly. "You think so lowly of me, but I would never intentionally hurt you. I have no real explanation for staying in Russia longer than needed, but I'm sorry. I said I wasn't going to leave you, and I won't, not again."

The girls can wait. Fuck, I'm going to cry. This is all happening too fast.

I jumped on top of him, kissing him before he plopped me on the bed. "Julius, show me how much you love me."

"So I'm forgiven?" He asks, smirking against my neck.

"Only if I am too."

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"I don't know; maybe I'll go to France after this. Find a French man." Priscilla shrugs.

"Wait, what?" I sat down.

After Julius rocked my shit, I rushed to the pool and heard Priscilla talk about French men. "What happened to Weston?"

"His bitch sent a picture of him and her." Penelope scoffs, still looking at the supposed picture.