CYNTHIA's P O V

‘‘That’s mom’s room…’’ I jumped when I heard Julian’s voice, and I immediately removed my hand from the door knob as if I was burned.

While leaning against the wall next to me and keeping his arms crossed over his chest, Julian observed me as I made my way toward the door that led to the next room.

‘‘That’s the guest room baby, and Alex is currently sleeping there…’’ he stated, teasing me even more.

‘‘What the fuck, Julian?!’’ I groaned in frustration. ‘‘All I want is to rest, because it’s already fucking two in the morning! And here you are---’’

He picked me up, and...