The Temporary Boyfriend

Chapter 150: Shameless Sasha

Julian stood by the side of the bed, looking down at Sasha. She was fast asleep.

​He was confused and angry. What was she doing in his bed? Why was she even in his penthouse?

He glanced at the clock. It was already past midnight. He decided to let her continue sleeping till morning.

​That was when he suddenly remembered he was still naked.

Shit.

He quickly grabbed his robe from the chair, pulling it on and tying the belt tight. The turned and walked out of the room, heading down the hall to the guest room.

He’s had several women throw themselves at him, infact he was used to it. But Sasha was a professional, one of the best in her field. And this had never happened in all the years he had been working with her.

"Am sure there is a perfectly good explanation for this," he muttered to himself.

But back in the master bedroom, the explanation was much darker.

​The moment the door clicked shut, Sasha’s eyes drifted open. She hadn’t been asleep; in fact, she had been awake the entire time. Through narrowed eyes, she had watched Julian walk naked from the bathroom, memorizing every detail of his perfect body.

She felt an intense surge of desire, completely turned on by the sight of his thick manhood.

She reached out and ran her hand over the empty side of the bed where Julian should have been.

Her heart racing as she pinched her nipple hard and snuck a finger under her panties, to circle her clit.

"Julian," she whispered, while replaying the image of his naked body, over and over in her mind.

Over the few years she had worked with him, her professional interest had turned into a deep, twisted love.

She had stayed late, worked extra hours, and made herself indispensable to him, all while hiding her true feelings.

She increased her pace, until the tension finally snapped. Her body arched as a powerful orgasm crashed through her, leaving her trembling and breathless in the dark.

​She lay there for a moment, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She didn’t care that he was angry.

She was going to be in his bed, and in his life, whether he liked it or not.

If only Lyvana hadn’t entered his life, he would have been hers by now.

Sasha sat up slowly, pulling the sheets around herself.

"No," she whispered softly to the empty room. "I won’t lose him. I was here first. I was here even after he married Catalina, and I will continue to be here."

Her eyes narrowed.

Lyvana was the problem.

And problems... could be handled.

One way or another.

If she was out of the way, she believed she could finally make him hers.

....

The next morning, Julian woke up and walked into the kitchen, needing a cup of coffee to start his day. He stopped when he saw Sasha standing by the counter. She wasn’t wearing her professional attire, instead she was in a black lace lingerie... if you could call it that.

​"Sasha," he said, trying to sound calm, though his heart was beginning to race with anger.

​Sasha gave a small scream and turned around quickly, almost dropping her mug. She put her hand on her chest and acted surprised to see him there.

"Julian! Oh my God... you’re back. I didn’t hear you come in." freewebnσvel.cѳm

​"What are you doing here?" he asked.

​"I... um... I came here late last night," she stammered, her face turning red.

​"I can see that," Julian replied coldly. "Why? And for fuck’s sake, where are your clothes."

​"I swear I can explain," she said quickly.

She grabbed a handful of paper towels and started fussing over a small splash of coffee on the marble table, leaning over in a way that was clearly meant to catch his eye.

"I just thought..."

​At that exact moment, the doors slid open.

Ethan stepped out first. He looked around then froze, when he saw Sasha.

Behind him, Emily and Lyvana walked in, laughing at something Emily had said.

​The laughter died instantly.

​Lyvana’s gaze went straight to Sasha, then to her nearly naked body. Then she looked at Julian, who was standing there in his robe.

Her face went pale, and before Julian could take a single step toward her, she turned and bolted back toward the door.

​"Lyvana, wait!" Emily shouted, shooting an angry look at Julian before chasing after her.

​As soon as the door shut, Sasha quickly scrambled past Julian and ran straight back into the master bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

​Ethan stood there, looking at the closed bedroom door and then back at Julian, who was still standing there frozen.

​"Bro, what the hell?"

​"It’s not what it looks like," Julian said, his voice filled with a mix of shock and rage.

​Ethan exhaled a long breath. "Um... it kind of looks bad, Julian. Really bad. Since when are you fucking Sasha."

"Am not."

Ethan blinked at him. "You’re not?" he repeated slowly. "Because from where I’m standing, that looked very convincing."

Julian dragged a hand through his hair, his patience snapping. "I said I’m not. She showed up last night. I didn’t invite her."

Ethan folded his arms, still staring at the closed bedroom door. "And you just... let her stay?"

"I wasn’t here. And when I came she was asleep. I didn’t have time to deal with it. And clearly, that was a mistake."

Ethan let out a short breath, shaking his head. "Yeah. Big one."

He rushed towards the door. "I need to talk to Liv."

"Ethan held him. "Wait, you’re not dressed. Emy’s with her."

A few minutes later, Sasha came out of the bedroom fully dressed now.

Julian glared at her.

"Can you tell me what you are doing here?"

​Sasha’s eyes filled with tears.

"Julian, I am so sorry. I... I have a problem. My... My ex-boyfriend, he’s been threatening me for weeks now. I finally reported him to the police, but he went on the run. Last night, he broke into my apartment and attacked me."