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Chapter 8

  • JULIA
  • The next morning, I delivered the designers' portfolio on my boss's desk, but he wasn’t in. Whenever he was not in the office, he was typically attending a meeting outside. And he didn't like his coffee cold, so I decided to drink it myself. I placed the daily report and the documents he needed on his desk neatly.
  • An email appeared on my computer screen as soon as I came back to my desk. I clicked the message.
  • To: ceo@cavendishenterprises.com
  • CC: j.taylor@cavendishenterprises.com
  • From: admin@gandcfoundation.com
  • Subject: Invitation to the Grant and Chester Foundation Auction Night
  • Message:
  • Dear Mr. Adam Cavendish,
  • We are delighted to inform you that you are invited to the annual Grant and Chester Foundation Auction Event this Saturday, 7 P.M. at the Prime Hall, London, England. There will be an auction and an evening ball for the special guests and sponsors. It will be our greatest pleasure to have your presence as one of our major benefactors.
  • Our CEO, Mr. Dominic Grant, extends his regards to you regarding this email. We hope you are well.
  • Best regards,
  • Timothy Hamilton
  • Admin Manager
  • Hmm. So he was going on a trip again.
  • When the cats are away, the mice will play...
  • It’s the usual motto I used to say whenever Adam was away. In the past, this was my only way to at least have a relaxing time with my colleagues during the coffee breaks. But I wasn’t sure why I felt blue when I read the letter.
  • “What are you doing?” Adam’s baritone voice spoke from behind.
  • I gasped. My chest abruptly pounded. I felt his finger brushed on my shoulder, and I gulped my throat dry.
  • “You're invited to a charity event. You weren’t in your office, so I opened the e-mail.”
  • “Can I see?”
  • Adam leaned closer, then whispered as he read the message. His face was only an inch away from my left cheek, building a palpable air between us. He smelled of his strong wood scent and musk; the thing I’ve always loved about him.
  • Loved about him? Oh, God!
  • “Shit,” he cursed. “The event is tomorrow evening. I need to rush.”
  • I tore my gaze away, then cleared my throat. “I think so, too, sir.”
  • “Do you want to come?”
  • I instantly looked up at him again. “Huh?” I wasn’t sure if I heard him right.
  • “Come with me.”
  • “Can I?”
  • “Yeah.” Adam cleared his throat as he sprang up. I frowned back at my monitor, biting my lip hard. He never asked me to come on his overseas trips before. “I'll give you an early leave. Pack your things and take a rest. I'll just get the jet ready. Our flight is tonight. I’ll tell Jordan to collect you,” he instructed, then he paced back to the office, leaving me dumbfounded.
  • Should I tell Henry about this? We just started dating, right? But why did my mind keep saying that I should not?
  • ***
  • I HAD BEEN staring at my phone screen for three hours now. I already packed my things, got a power nap, and the only thing left to do was tell Henry about the business trip.
  • Maybe Adam has told him already?
  • I only had an hour left. Telling Henry was the right thing. But why was I so worried? Was it because I felt like I was going to cheat on him with his brother?
  • Oh, damn! I should stop thinking about Adam. It was only a business trip. It utterly had nothing to do with the kiss. I scrolled through my contacts and searched for Henry’s number, then I called him.
  • “Hey, Julia. What’s up?” he answered right away.
  • I took a deep breath. “Look, there’s something I need to tell you.” I paused, biting my lip. “I’m going with Adam to London, and his driver is coming—”
  • “Yes,” he said, cutting me off. “Adam already told me.”
  • “And?”
  • “And what?”
  • “I didn’t tell you earlier so…”
  • He chuckled. “You thought I was going to be mad?”
  • “Hmm, yes?”
  • “Julia, it’s your job. Why would I get mad? Oh, hey, can we meet?”
  • “Now? But I don’t have much time—”
  • A knock on my door suddenly interrupted me. “Jules? Someone’s looking for you,” Claire shouted behind my closed door.
  • “Wait, Claire! I’m on the phone,” I shouted back. “Henry… I think Adam’s driver is here.”
  • Claire knocked again. “Jules, your boyfriend is here. He said he’s Henry.”
  • “What?” I yelped. “Oh, God, Henry!” I instantly jumped off my bed, then opened the door. My jaw dropped.
  • “Henry…”
  • “Hi,” he greeted with a broad smile. He was really here. I didn’t know what to say. Adam wouldn’t even dare come to my house.
  • Why the heck am I thinking about him again?
  • Henry chuckled. “Knock. Knock.”
  • Claire was silently giggling next to him. “I’m leaving you two to it,” she declared and went downstairs.
  • Henry stared at me, but it was too quick I didn’t even notice his lips were already firmly pressed against mine. Henry’s hands traveled down my waist, pulling me deeper into his warm body. He pushed me into my room, closing the door behind him while our lips were still attached to each other.
  • I tried to compose myself as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Henry deepened the kiss by parting my lips with his tongue until he was entirely inside, exploring and tasting me. I shut my eyes hard as my blood pressure raised to every twirl of his tongue with mine. His mouth was sweet and addicting. Henry was a great kisser too.
  • The kiss was so good, but his skillful touch made it more sensual. His finger slipped into the seam of my panties.
  • Henry released my mouth to speak. “I had to do this,” he mumbled. I nodded. Then, his mouth covered mine again. His lips sucked my lower lip and pulled it gently into his mouth and moved to my upper lip. “Just in case.”
  • “Just in case what?”
  • He smiled. “You’re mine, understand?”
  • “Sure.” I bit my lip. Deep inside, I was guilty. I kissed Adam, and because of it, my emotions were stirring up.
  • “Are you mine?” he asked again.
  • “Henry, we are not even officially in a relationship yet.”
  • “Of course, but we will be. Can I take you to Adam myself?”
  • I grinned. “Sure. But how about the chauffeur he sent?”
  • “What about him?”
  • “Henry!”
  • “What? Okay,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m going to tell Adam.”
  • I pouted. “Hmm… bad boy.”
  • ***
  • “ADAM,” Henry greeted, patting his brother’s shoulder.
  • “Henry?” Though sounded surprised, Adam briefly held his brother as well. We were now at the Cavendish Enterprises private airfield.
  • “I’m sorry I had to do this. I wanted to see Julia before you leave.”
  • Adam didn’t look pleased. “It’s only three days.”
  • “Yeah, I know.” He nodded. “You must know now that I’d like to date your assistant.”
  • “Date her?” Adam scowled. “Did I approve of that? Since when?”
  • “Yesterday.” Henry let out a deep sigh. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away. I thought you might disapprove.”
  • “I never agreed. Anyway, we don’t have much time. We can talk about this later,” Adam dismissed. He ordered an attendant to take our suitcases into the jet.
  • “Julia. Call me, okay?” Before I could answer, Henry cupped my face then deeply kissed my lips. I heard Adam grunt then stepped away.
  • I nodded and embraced him before marching toward the plane.
  • When I got inside, Adam was already in his seat. A flight attendant was serving clubhouse sandwiches and fruits for refreshments. I watched her as she poured orange juice into the glasses. I awkwardly sat across from Adam.
  • “Do you want to stay?” he asked, as he sat a linen napkin on his lap.
  • “No. Please no,” I whispered.
  • “Then eat.”
  • “Enjoy your meal, Mr. Cavendish, Ms. Taylor.” The flight attendant said softly before she left.
  • After the snack, Adam drew out his phone and frowned at the screen. I didn’t notice how gorgeous he was earlier. Dressed in a casual black coat, white dress shirt with two opened buttons on the chest, and a black scarf that hung on his shoulders. He didn’t shave his facial hair, but it was impeccably trimmed, and he smelled marvelous. I instantly ached thinking of running my fingers along his smooth, ample chest down to his stomach.
  • The pilot abruptly spoke his opening speech, snapping me back to reality. Until then, Adam didn’t say anything.
  • Was he upset? Was he mad because I came to the airport with Henry? Or he just didn’t really want me for his brother? It would be much better if he at least says something. I cleared my throat.
  • “Adam?”
  • “Hmm,” he responded, but his focus was still on his phone.
  • “I want to know what you think of me and Henry.”
  • He smirked, then shook his head. “What else should I say? Didn’t you want this?”
  • I shrugged. “I just want to know.”
  • “Did you do it already?” he asked randomly, his voice rough.
  • “What?” I mouthed. “Did what?”
  • “I’m sorry.” He gazed up at me this time. “I mean, did you fuck him already?”
  • “What?!”
  • “You heard me.”
  • “Yes. But why are you asking me like that?”
  • “Because he’s my brother and I’m curious.”
  • “Well…” I swallowed, “to answer that question. No, we didn’t.”
  • His eyes peered. “Why don’t I believe you?”
  • “Then that is your problem. And so what if I did?”
  • His jaw clenched. “If you want to do it, at least do it privately.”
  • Silence. He was talking about the kiss. I pressed my lips into a thin line.
  • “This is crazy,” he rasped, running his fingers through his hair.
  • “I know, and all of this began when we kissed. Can we just forget all about that? I’m grateful that Henry feels the same for me.”
  • He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Julia. That isn’t simple.”
  • “Of course, I understand. I shouldn’t have kissed you. I shouldn’t have come over that night, and I shouldn’t have—”
  • “No, Julia. I don’t think I’m able to stop.” He looked at me and his expression was unreadable. “Can you do it then? Can you date me behind my brother’s back?”