You're my dearest lie || Miraculous Adult

Chapter 39

Shameless - Sofia Karlberg

Adrien

Her staring, cool gray eyes gave me goose bumps. I saw the left corner of her mouth twitch in amusement, but that didn't change her intimidating, penetrating gaze.

"In this house, it's still Madame Leblanc, Monsieur Agreste," Juliette replied impassively, a mischievous smile flitting across her lips. She clicked her tongue as she finally took her hand away.

"Besides, it looked very different that night. I knew it wouldn't be a week before you got back to me."

Her last words gave me shivery goose bumps. She had been damn right. I wondered how I could be so predictable. Why was I so dependent on her?

"How's Nathalie, I heard she was taken to the hospital?" she asked, as if her hand had never been between my legs.

"According to the circumstances. Her condition is still very fragile," I said in a monotone, still unable to move.

I couldn't spare a thought for how strange breakfast was today without Nathalie's agenda items. Nor that her fainting spell had seemed like deja vu to me.

Because I tried everything to get my body back under control. Every single muscle fiber was on alert. Tensed to escape.

"I'm very sorry for her," Juliette replied professionally as she sorted through her papers.

"But it was nice of you to surprise me with your visit. I haven't seen you this willing in a long time."

I forced myself to swallow as a gag reflex kicked in. She didn't know why I was so receptive to champagne yesterday and what always followed the booze.

I didn't recognize myself. How I'd routinely turned back into Adrien outside her mansion yesterday, banging frantically on her front door before she finally opened it.

How I had immediately pushed her against the wall to kiss her wildly.

A pulling shiver ran through my skin.

The vague memories felt surreal. As if it hadn't been me yesterday. It was my broken, wrecked self, which I had consistently pushed to the back corner of my heart.

The way I had lifted Juliette's thighs to shoulder her onto me with a jerk. How I carried her into the living room without leaving her lips.

The individual images came to me in fragments, and yet they overlapped to form a meaningful story.

How I let myself fall onto the wide, expensive couch and she came back with champagne and a small plastic bag.

I felt sick at how desperately I had downed the expensive wine like water.

Without questioning it, I had swallowed a pink pill.

I remembered how quickly the effects took effect. The pain passed, the emptiness disappeared and my perception became more intense.

For the first time that day, I smiled. Because of Juliette.

After the intoxication, I knew now how blinded I had been. I had followed her into the bedroom like a dog at her nod. Because what happened there happened after a certain routine.

A thick lump formed in my throat as the next image popped up in my mind's eye.

How I had torn off her clothes. How I had uncontrollably fiddled with my belt to tie Juliette's hands in a knot. How I turned her onto her stomach to get her into the right position.