Chapter 6

Julian’s place was just one building over.

For years, except at night, he’d always been at our house.

I never thought this path could feel so long –

"Ashley Miller."

I was lost in thought when Julian casually called my name.

"Ashley Miller."

I could feel the tenderness in his tone.

Just as I was about to ask, he pulled me into his arms.

I was pressed against the cold elevator door.

I struggled twice.

But then Julian suddenly leaned down, startling me.

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips.

Fueled by alcohol, he leaned in for a kiss—

Nervously, I clenched my fists and closed my eyes.

After what felt like an eternity, Julian chuckled.

"You really do like me, don't you?"

His beautiful, almond-shaped eyes stared directly at me. "How could I have not realized? How could I have not seen it?"

A wave of unease washed over me.

Blushing, I asked, "What?"

"Why did you close your eyes?" Julian asked. "Did you think I was going to kiss you?"

Then, his voice reverted to its usual cold indifference.

"What's the point of this? What is this, trying to use your kindness to force me?"

"Didn't I say that when I made money, I'd repay your family twofold? Why are you trying to force me into a relationship?!

"I don't understand! Am I supposed to be your *reward*? Am I obligated to marry you, to be tied to your family forever, just because you helped me?"

Julian's voice grew louder with each word.

I had never seen him so out of control.

Startled, I forgot to say:

"Actually, you could have just said no."