I didn’t have the answer, but one thing was clear: Julian’s love for Chloe was his weakness. Whether or not I exploited it would determine my next move.
And I wasn’t sure what kind of person I wanted to be yet.
I felt something prodding my back while I was sound asleep.
It must be my cat. Half-asleep, I swatted the air lazily. “Nico, get off me!”
But instead of getting lost, the "cat" gave me a sharp kick.
“What the hell!” I sat up angrily, fully awake this time.
Standing in front of me, looking utterly unimpressed, was none other than Julian Grey. Oh no! I had spent the night in Julian’s living room after cleaning up his mess last night.
Julian’s carpet was softer than my own bed, but that fact was hardly a comfort as I scrambled to stand. Plastering on my most apologetic smile, I greeted him nervously, “Mr. Grey!”
Julian crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow. “Nico?”
My heart sank into my stomach.
Few people knew that Julian’s mother used to call him Nico as a childhood nickname—a fact I had stumbled upon purely by accident during one of her rare visits.
To make matters worse, my cat back home, Nico, was a crazy little troublemaker I’d named after my boss as a form of revenge.