Chapter b118 /b

    Julian’s POV

    Watching Chase drive off with Amber made something shrivel inside of my soul. I was furious, but not in a way that I could act on. Instead that anger stayed within me, coiling around my mood and turning it

    darker.

    Even resting on the floor, I had felt a peacest night that I hadn’t experienced in years.

    Not since thest time I had slept beside Amber.

    Even from the floor, with her on the bed, her closeness gave mefort I had long been denied.

    Gods, I had missed her.

    That yearning would continue, it seemed, perhaps indefinitely. Or at least until after Chase was done

    with her.

    I had tried to warn her against him. Again and again. Why would she get in that car with him?

    When she hade in herest night, she had been filled with passionate anger. She’d been furious that I had risked our reconnection by allowing Olivia into my hotel room.

    That anger had sparked a hope in me. If she was angry, she had to care about me, about our rtionship, about our future. About all that I’d risked for a perceived hookup.

    She didn’t understand that Olivia and I were only acting friendly. I supposed I wouldn’t either, if our situations had been reversed. Especially given what happened thest time I had been drinking with

    Olivia.

    I looked over at the desk where the bottle of wine and the ss Amber had emptied were sitting. Olivia’s ss was half empty, resting on the windowsill.

    Walking over to it, I lifted the ss. There was the barest drop at the bottom. Swirling it around, I noticed how chalky it seemed. Lowering the ss, I picked up the bottle instead.

    This wasn’t a cheap bottle of wine. There should have been no chalkiness. Unless this was a bad batch? That could have been why Amber didn’t handle it well.

    She said she usually handled her alcohol better than this.

    Two rum shots and a ss of wine in such a short amount of time would have likely made her sick. But drunk enough to ck out?

    And then, there was that strange behavior she showed before she passed out. In an effort to contain my libido while she was still here, I had pushed those moments to the back of my mind, but they wereing forward with a vengeance now.

    She’d been so hot, so seductive, pressing her body against me. Rubbing her breasts on my chest while trying to hook one leg around me.

    And that look in her eyes… There was a fire in those depths, one I’d seen before long ago.

    During our marriage, Amber and I had a lot of problems. Sex wasn’t one of them. We burned for each other, near constantly. The me I sawst night was the same one I had seen in the past.

    It could have been all the alcohol removing her inhibitions, in which case, it was nice to know she still wanted me, even if she hid it under the surface.

    But… I looked at the bottle again.

    There was some simrities between what happenedst night and what happened the night I had inadvertently had that one night stand with Olivia. Just as Amber couldn’t rememberst night, I couldn’t

    remember that night.

    Sometimes I wondered…

    No. It made no difference now. What was in the past was in the past. The child Olivia and I had created that night was lost. It would be something of a dishonor to their memory to question things now,

    wouldn’t it?

    Ug.

    I ced down the bottle and turned away.

    One thing I knew for sure. I would not be drinking with Olivia ever again. Not even to see Amber jealous. Though I had enjoyed her signs of caring for me, it wasn’t worth the fallout.

    Still, Amber’sst words before passing out stayed with me, and would likely forever, even if she never

    remembered them.

    I don’t want to share you…

    Amber’s POV

    “I don’t do one–night standsb,/b” I told Chase,

    “So you are seeing Julian?” Chase asked.

    “No,” I said firmly, frustration spiking. “We didn’t have sex.”

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