Chapter 28

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Ceaser had stopped at the supermarket on the way to his place. He had followed her and taken Ivy from her while she shopped. Ceaser noticed they were mostly baby stuff. Diapers, baby food and the likes. Ceaser had insisted on paying for it but Jules beat him to it.

A while later, Ceaser pulled up into his driveway and switched the engine off.
"Wait." He told her and got out of the car and went to get her door. "Don't take anything just follow me." He said when she wanted to pick one of the bags.

He unlocked his door and let her in.
"Make yourself at home." He said and went back to get all the things she had bought. Locking the door afterwards.

Jules stood in the living room staring at the painting on the right wall. She hadn't really taken the time to check out his place the first time she had been there and now she could and his house was amazing. Even better than the first time she was there. She looked at Ceaser when he came in with the bags.

"Thank you." She said.

"Don't." He made his way through the living room to the kitchen and deposited the bags on the island.

"Here." Ceaser said, "Let me show you to your room so you can put her down."

"Yes please, thank you." She said and Ceaser shot her a look which made her tuck her lips into her mouth. She gave him a smile afterwards which made him smile at how adorable she looked.

"Want me to take her?" He asked.

"Nope." She said, "Lead the way."

Ceaser led her up the stairs and down the hallway before they came to a room before his. He twisted the knob and pushed the door open.
"Here you go." Ceaser stepped aside for Jules to enter after he turned the lights on. "It's not much."

"It's perfect," Jules said admiring the brightly lit room. "Kind of similar to the one at your parents'"

Ceaser smiled.
"Guilty." He said as he watched her walk towards the bed and got onto it with her knees and placed Ivy front side down in the middle of the huge bed.

Jules took two pillows and placed one on either side of her.

He stood at the foot of the bed and watched as she got off the bed. She turned the table lamp on and went to switch off the main one. They left the room and went downstairs. Jules went to unpack the bags but left the one with the toiletries.

"You hungry?" Ceaser asked as he watched her from behind the island from the stool he sat on.

Jules looked at him for a moment and scrunched her forehead
"Yes?" She answered. "Is that weird cause I just had a burger."

He laughed
"Not it's not." He said, "And that was hours ago." Ceaser got up and walked around the island and joined her in the kitchen. "I can whip something up."

"You can cook?" She asked, surprised.

"I'm hurt." Ceaser said with a sad face "You think so little of me."

Jules smiled.
"No. I just thought you were the fast-food or personal chef kind of guy."

"See?" He said "So little."

Jules laughed and Ceaser couldn't help the smile as he watched her laugh. Jules' laugh died down when she noticed he was staring. Ceaser walked up to her and all humour disappeared from her face as the tension between them rose from zero to a hundred in seconds.
Ceaser reached behind her head and pulled out the pins that kept her hair in that office bun of hers. He had wanted to do it since they went to the diner, so he had found the pins and was ready to pull them off at the hospital but held himself back. But now, he couldn't take it anymore, he needed her hair wild and free, out of its confinement.

Jules' hair loosened and fell freely around her and Ceaser tucked his fingers into her head down to the tips and through. Jules felt relieved, with her hair free and his hand in her hair, it was soothing.

"I've been wanting to do that."

Jules smiled at him as he looked into her eyes. She felt her heartbeat speed up and with his hand at the nape of her neck, she was scared he would feel her pulse. Ceaser didn't understand why anytime he was this close to her, he found himself unable to think of anything except her in his arms. Jules was becoming unstable both mentally and physically, her hands found their way to the lapels of his jacket and fisted.

Her tiredness and the hypnosis she was currently under was making her dizzy. She wasn't sure which she should do; pull him by his lapels and kiss him senseless or push away from him.

"I think I'm tired." She said more to herself than to him, giving a reason why she was acting this way.

Ceaser wanted to clench his jaw but his hand in her hair did the clenching instead which made Jules make a sound between a gasp and a moan as he fisted the hair above her nape. Her head had tilted upward as she tried to adjust to the pull in her hair. Her sexily parted lips called out to him, her exposed neck and her heaving chest. He could see she had given up and left the ball in his court.

She was too tired to even do anything but respond to his touch.

Ceaser didn't release her hair from his fist. He instead reached out with his other hand and grazed her lower lip with his thumb. Jules' eyes shut as her body quivered in his and before he could change in mind, he leaned down and placed a kiss at the corner of her lips, letting go of her hair. He pulled away and went to the fridge.

"Does noodles sound good?"

Jules stood there, heart beating erratically about to pop out of her chest. She hadn't found her voice yet so she nodded instead as she tried to swallow but realized her mouth was dry.

Water. She needed water.

She walked to the fridge Ceaser had just vacated and took out the jug of water enjoying the coolness the fridge was giving her. She got a glass, filled it to the brim and drank everything in one go. Ceaser knew exactly how she felt and he stood there in the kitchen, jacket discarded as he watched water dribble from the side of her mouth and her tongue darted out and licked it off.

He groaned as he got back to cutting the vegetables.

Jules got back to putting away the stuff she had purchased having to take a trip to the room to drop the toiletries she had purchased for Ivy and herself. She freshened up as best as she could and went down to join him.

She was still slightly unbalanced from their moment in the kitchen but much better not that she was far away from him.

"Need some help?" Jules asked as she watched him from behind the island.

"No." He said "Make yourself comfortable. There's some wine if you want."

Hmm, wine. Sounded nice.
She thought.

"No. I'm good." She said as she took a moment to drink him in.

He had unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and had the sleeves rolled up. Jules' head tilted as she got a better view of him. Ceaser could feel her, more specifically, her gaze on him. He turned just in time to catch her in the act and expected her to look away but she didn't. They had their gazes locked on each other.

Ceaser's eyebrow quirked in a questioning manner.
"What's going on in that head of yours?"

Jules shook her head as she watched him stir the sauce in the pan.
"Just thinking of how you keep surprising me." She said
And how hot you are.

Ceaser almost choked.
"What?!" He wasn't sure he heard correctly.

"Nothing," Jules said almost too quickly. "I'm going to check what's on."

Ceaser smiled as he watched her walk to the living room and turn the TV on. It felt so right being here with her. She seemed to make a huge difference to his place. Almost like a beautiful rare painting he couldn't get his hands on and wanted so badly.

Jules scrolled channel after channel not really caring what was on. She wasn't a TV person. Had never taken the time to sit and enjoy a show after her parents. She used to sit in the living room with them and watch their favourite crime show. Her dad would speculate the entire show and she hated it then but now, she just missed it. Her mum would place her head on her dad's shoulder and they would talk in soft tones and she found it sweet. Her parents were so in love, it made her yearn for someone to have that with.

Jules sunk into the sofa behind her as she skipped another channel and the next and...she paused and went back to the previous one.

"...by our sources. She's no one of importance in the society." The lady on the TV said to another woman who sat next to her. "We still have no real reason as to why Ceaser Thompson would be seen with such a woman. He's used to being with models and heiresses, women with social status and upbringing. This woman has none of that from what we can tell, she just happens to work in the publishing company he just acquired. Which means she's only after one thing."

"I think we can both guess what that..." the other woman was saying when Ceaser snatched the remote from her and switched off the TV Jules' eyes were glued to blank TV as Ceaser looked down at her. He stood in front of her and squatted taking her hand in his.

Jules felt the hurt and she didn't know at what exactly. Was it because they just insulted her on TV or because they said she wasn't his type? Or maybe because they just labelled her a gold...

"Don't even think about it." Ceaser stopped her thoughts before they went any further.

Jules looked at him.
"How do you know what I'm thinking."

"I know you well enough to know what you're thinking." He said "You are none of those things they claim you are. You are a million times better than any of those women with power, fortune and whatever because you have the things that matter in life. Your heart, your selflessness, your wit, your rage, your kindness, your fairness..." Jules was beginning to smile "Your forgiveness, your smile, you don't fake any of those. You are you and I love that about you."

Jules' heart felt like it was going to explode.

Ceaser tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear.
"Don't let what people say about you, people who don't know the real you, affect you. Their words are just as irrelevant as them."

Jules was lost in his eyes.
"How do you do that?"

Ceaser's thumb grazed her cheek.
"Do what?"

"Go from being smug to sweet."

He smiled.
"Whatever do you mean? I'm always smug."

Jules laughed a little laugh shaking her head.
"You are something else."

"I could say the same about you."

Jules let out a soft sigh. The way he was looking at her made her think of the way her dad looked at her mum. But it couldn't be.

"Now watch something else, a movie or even a cartoon, don't watch that crap." Ceaser rose up and went back to the kitchen. "You can check my Netflix account."

"Yes sir, Mr. Thompson." She said as she turned the TV back on a selected a movie on Netflix.

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