I fell in love with the man who raised me, but he hates my guts.
Language: en
My Obsession, His Apathy I stood outside Julian Blackwood’s bedroom door, my fingertips digging into my palms. Suppressed moans and the crisp shatter of glass filtered from inside. Pushing open the door, I saw Julian half-reclining on the bed in the dim light. His tie was loose, his shirt unbuttoned to his chest, revealing reddened skin. Sweat plastered his fringe to his forehead, his breathing was heavy, and a thick, primal desire swirled in his eyes. But the moment he looked up and saw me, those eyes instantly turned cold. “Get out.” His voice was hoarse, yet it carried an…