Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 9

Julie stopped dead in her tracks, feeling almost disgusted with herself. She’d always had this habit since she was a kid. Whenever Kieran told her to stop, she would. Even after seven years, she couldn’t get rid of this deep–rooted habit.

A woman with full makeup, dressed in a silk nightgown, her ample bosom peeking out alluringly, was showing her perfectly sculpted curves.

A man and a woman were in the same room, fresh out of the shower, still in their pajamas. It wasn’t rocket science to figure out what might have happened or what was about to happen.

At that moment, Julie felt a pang of nausea. Bertha had just died, and he’s already frolicking around with another woman in a hotel?

“Kieran, I found us some fun,” the woman coocd, sidling up to Kieran and pressing her chest against him, “The girl selling condom looks like need some cash. I told her I’d buy ten boxes if she shows us how to use them. Hey, she’s pretty. Why’s she selling condoms? Shouldn’t she be selling herself instead? Right?”

“Out!” Kieran’s icy lips uttered the harsh command.

The woman might have some guts, but she had no wish to have trouble here.

Her boss had sent her over to Mr. Hernandez for one night stand with a tantalizing offer, but she wasn’t going to get punched over a quick buck. So, with a hint of regret, she grabbed her clothes and bag and made her exit.

Julie chuckled bitterly, thinking of her past self, always so obedient in front of Kieran.

She loved him, and the deeper she loved, the more subservient she became.

With a faint smile, Julie turned to leave, but Kieran’s gaze fell on the black bag hanging on her chest. Calmly, he asked, “How many boxes are in there?”

“Oh? Is Mr. Hernandez planning to buy me out?” Julie shot back, a smirking smile on her face. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Kieran sat elegantly on the couch, picking up a glass of red wine from the table. The wine was reflected in his profound eyes, his demeanor exuding elegance.

He took a sip and raised an eyebrow, “That depends on your performance.”

Kieran was clearly challenging her pride, but Julie remained cool and composed, looking at Kieran nonchalantly, “The lady just now said she’d buy ten boxes if I performed. But Mr. Hernandez, business is also about picking your customers, and I’m not selling to you!”

Kieran’s eyes were filled with provocation as he gently called her, “Joyce, why would you miss such a good opportunity to make money?”

Julie laughed, her eyes curving upwards, long lashes casting a shadow on her lower eyelids, she retorted, “Mr. Hernandez, your money makes me sick.”

“How long do you think it’ll take for me to get you fired, Ms. Abraham?” He set down his wine glass, watching her casually, as if engaging in a mundane discussion.

Julie knew Kieran was threatening her. Perhaps due to she had told him to ‘buzz off‘ disrespectfully in the hospital. That was probably a rare occurrence in his life.

Kieran was vindictive, and Julie knew it well.

Her pale face tinged with a hint of blush, she bit her lip and looked at Kieran, suddenly breaking into a sarcastic smile. “Probably three or four seconds, just like your performance in bed,” she retorted.