The Idol’s Mommy Kink - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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Vanessa Lefèvre was absolutely seething. Julian Ashcroft's outrageous behavior had crossed every line. Her eyes blazed with fury as she spat, "Julian Ashcroft! Who the hell do you think you are, ordering me around like some cheap plaything?!"
That infuriating smirk never left his face. "Aren't you?"
"You—!" Vanessa's jaw clenched so tight I heard her teeth grind. "You'll pay for this!"
With that final threat, she stormed out of the basement, leaving me standing there like an idiot, still processing the nuclear bomb that just went off.
Every survival instinct in my body screamed RUN.
I forced a nervous chuckle, backing toward the exit. "Uh... sorry to interrupt your... whatever this was—"
Julian cut off my escape route. "You're the new Emotional Release Therapist?" His piercing stare pinned me in place, though we both knew he already had his answer.
"Y-yeah," I squeaked, nodding like an obedient puppy.
"Come." His voice left no room for argument as he dragged me upstairs to his bedroom.
He jerked his chin toward the bathroom. "Shower first."
Shower? Again?
What kind of twisted therapy session required bathing? Was this another Adrian Roland situation?
But as the new hire, I wasn't about to question my boss. Hands shaking, I locked myself in the bathroom.
The hot water should've relaxed me, but my mind was racing. I barely registered toweling off before opening the door—only to slam straight into Julian's rock-hard chest.
His arms locked around me, crushing my lips against his before I could blink.
For three heartbeats, I was too shocked to move. Then I came to my senses, shoving against him with all my strength.
"What the actual hell?!" I wiped my mouth, glaring daggers at him.
Julian's perfect lips curled in amusement. "You applied for this job. Don't act surprised."
"I'm a psychologist!"
He barked a laugh. "Psychologist? Sweetheart, you're an Emotional Release Therapist." The way he said it made my skin crawl. "Did you really think your job was talking about feelings?"
Leaning in until his breath ghosted over my ear, he whispered, "You're here to fuck us. That's the job."
The floor dropped out from under me.
Those dark fan rumors... they couldn't be true. But Julian's cold certainty turned my blood to ice.
I collapsed onto the bed like a broken doll, staring up at his godlike face. Memories of my boyfriend surfaced—his erectile dysfunction, our sexless relationship. I'd been contemplating breaking up for months.
If this happened with Julian... part of me wondered if it might be okay. He was every woman's fantasy—Hollywood's golden boy with a body sculpted by the gods.
My traitorous hand started moving downward, ready to give in—
Then my fingers found... nothing.
My stomach dropped to my feet.
That infuriating smirk never left his face. "Aren't you?"
"You—!" Vanessa's jaw clenched so tight I heard her teeth grind. "You'll pay for this!"
With that final threat, she stormed out of the basement, leaving me standing there like an idiot, still processing the nuclear bomb that just went off.
Every survival instinct in my body screamed RUN.
I forced a nervous chuckle, backing toward the exit. "Uh... sorry to interrupt your... whatever this was—"
Julian cut off my escape route. "You're the new Emotional Release Therapist?" His piercing stare pinned me in place, though we both knew he already had his answer.
"Y-yeah," I squeaked, nodding like an obedient puppy.
"Come." His voice left no room for argument as he dragged me upstairs to his bedroom.
He jerked his chin toward the bathroom. "Shower first."
Shower? Again?
What kind of twisted therapy session required bathing? Was this another Adrian Roland situation?
But as the new hire, I wasn't about to question my boss. Hands shaking, I locked myself in the bathroom.
The hot water should've relaxed me, but my mind was racing. I barely registered toweling off before opening the door—only to slam straight into Julian's rock-hard chest.
His arms locked around me, crushing my lips against his before I could blink.
For three heartbeats, I was too shocked to move. Then I came to my senses, shoving against him with all my strength.
"What the actual hell?!" I wiped my mouth, glaring daggers at him.
Julian's perfect lips curled in amusement. "You applied for this job. Don't act surprised."
"I'm a psychologist!"
He barked a laugh. "Psychologist? Sweetheart, you're an Emotional Release Therapist." The way he said it made my skin crawl. "Did you really think your job was talking about feelings?"
Leaning in until his breath ghosted over my ear, he whispered, "You're here to fuck us. That's the job."
The floor dropped out from under me.
Those dark fan rumors... they couldn't be true. But Julian's cold certainty turned my blood to ice.
I collapsed onto the bed like a broken doll, staring up at his godlike face. Memories of my boyfriend surfaced—his erectile dysfunction, our sexless relationship. I'd been contemplating breaking up for months.
If this happened with Julian... part of me wondered if it might be okay. He was every woman's fantasy—Hollywood's golden boy with a body sculpted by the gods.
My traitorous hand started moving downward, ready to give in—
Then my fingers found... nothing.
My stomach dropped to my feet.
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