The Billionaire's obsession

18. Pills and knives.

Pills and knives

"Julian, please stop it. I'm not in the mood." I begged, determined not to be used by anyone—even him. Especially him.

God, I was so fucking horny.

If you want a man to respect you, you must learn to set boundaries, Samantha.

"Oh, common Samantha, I can tell you are soaking wet already," Julian whispered, trailing kisses from my neck to my chin, and then he kissed me.

I put my hand on his chest to push him away.

"Give me your tongue," he demanded, trying to dominate the kiss.

I finally found the courage, despite my weak knees, to push him off me. "No! I said I Don't want to fuck you this morning."

He looked surprised and angry, but he kept his distance now. I moved back a bit, trying to catch my breath.

Avoid the temptation, Samantha.

"Why don't you want to have sex with me?" Julian spat.

"Must there be a reason?" I shot back.

"Because of Aaron, right? But I already told you. You call the shots. You can do whatever you like. What exactly do you want? Tell me."

"What I like is to not have sex with you,"

He nodded. "Sorry if I pushed you too hard. You just make me so needy."

You do, too. Why do you think I'm taking all your crap!

"Okay," I muttered instead.

"Are you ready to go home now?"

His question took me aback.

Of course, you will go home, Samantha. You have to.

Did you think you were going to move in?

I need to go home actually to clear my head.

Yes, you need to.

"Don't look like that, baby. I'm not sending you away because you refused me. Weekends were supposed to be your off days, so I just want you to enjoy it. You've already spent Friday and Saturday morning with us. And we deeply appreciate it."

He is sending you away because you refused to have sex with him at this table. Don't be fooled by what he's saying now.

Don't object, Samantha. It is for the best.

I was tired and needed to recuperate in a familiar environment. My room would give me comfort, and I could plan better in my room.