Stone Cold K*ller

chapter 52

Sienna Stone

Looking around the room I'm in is full of books and software of computers. Clothes folded perfectly in color coordination. Gun holsters strung on the bathroom door handle and the smell of leather engulfs me, with a little gun powder essence lingering.

Julian's room, "kind of pervy of you to bring a weeping girl into your room." I accuse but still look around, being nosy. It doesn't look like he brought much of personal belongings with him. Everything still is bare.

Julian walks over to his closet and without any warning he takes off his shirt, showing his bare back.

This dude is whack.

But damn, he has a muscular back though. His shoulder blades move as he stretches his arms to rid his shirt. His neck damp looking as the lighting in this room shows the glossy sheen on his skin. Realizing he just went for a run or something.

Now half naked with only grey sweat pants on he reaches in his closet and grabs a towel, "if you don't want to stay then leave. I need a shower. If your still here after I finish, then we can talk...up to you." Then he leaves into his bathroom, shutting the door.

A second later I hear the shower start before I think of why the hell am I here i should go---

Until something catches my attention on the side of his desk. A black bag with what looks like a picture popping out of it.

No! Sienna, that is snooping!

.....

My intrusive thoughts win.

I grab the picture from the bag and look at it.

I couldn't help the smile on my face when I see a little boy in the photo. The boy must be about six or something wearing a cute outfit. His cheeks are puffy and eyes alight with innocence. I wonder if this is him? I mean, why else would he have a picture like this. I can tell it is him the longer I look though, the way his eyes look and nose.

I turn the photo and see writing on it.

'Julian Ren Masters, age 7'

He was a super cute kid.

Not knowing how long I've looked at it before I hear the bathroom door open from behind me, I put back the picture, "you know touching people's belongings that don't belong to you is unbecoming." Julian says.

Frowning I look over my shoulder before I squeal, "oh my god, put some pants on!"

He is standing there fully naked with damp dark hair. He is holding the towel in one hand which he didn't wrap around his waist--it's just hiding his manhood, but still showing his prominent V.

He raises a brow at me as if I was the problem and the indecent one, "I will. Turn around so I can get dressed then."

Whirling around, my palms go to my cheeks as I feel them burn up in utter humiliation. "I should go. I'm fine now. Thank you." I blurt out before walking to the bedroom door.

"Are you fine?" He asks, having me stop at the door before opening it.

No, I'm not fine, "Julian."

"Yes?" He promps.

"Are you dressed now?"

"No. Answer my question. Are you fine?" He asked again.

I lower my head, staring at my slippers, "no. I've been miserable for the past week. I honestly don't know what I'm doing half the time. My husband is pushing me away and the twins have been busy as well. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in a world where I don't belong. Like this nightmare will not rest." I exhale an exhausted sigh, "I feel like Nico is not only pushing me away but also breaking his promise and leaving me in the dark when he said he wasn't."