The third point of view:

Annabelle knew what it meant to go to Julie's place by this unholy hour of the night, but then, she had nodded without much thought. The girl knew she couldn't trust him yet, but the blaze in Julie's eyes made her weak in the knees.

The next thing Anabelle knew, both of them were in the car and Julie had turned on the heater while she was wriggling the water out of her hair through the opened window.

An awkward silence reigned in the car, both did not know what to talk about until Julie turned around to her and choked on his saliva. The temperature in the car increased amid the fact he was freezing; her dress was see through.

Anabelle turned around at that moment, only to see where his gaze was focused.

"Oh shit!" She cursed, her hands crossing her chest.

"I didn't see anything," Julie defended himself immediately, tearing his gaze away from her to focus on the road. Fuck! At this rate, he might have an accident. So he chose to pull up at the side immediately and save his life, well, their lives. Then reached out to the backseat and picked up a jacket that he handed over to her, "Here, although it's not washed, I wore it only for a few hours,"

Anabelle stared at the jacket in his hand questioningly which gave him the wrong impression.

"You don't like it?"

"No, is not that, I just -"

"It wasn't worn by any of my past girlfriends or lovers nor do they wear my clothes - I'm quite possessive of my stuff," was his explanation when he sensed her inner turmoil.

Although he was not the type to explain himself to a girl, Julie understood if he wanted to get her trust, he better start talking. Anabelle would only trust him when she gets too comfortable around him - like before.

"Your bike?" Anabelle probed, and she didn't even know why. And mind you, she wasn't jealous but being careful. This was the first time she was feeling these strong emotions for someone and didn't want to waste it on a person who doesn't deserve it - he needs to be worthy enough.

"I've driven some of them in my cars but none not on my bike. As I said, I'm kind of possessive of some of my things," Julie explained, taking note of the fact that the crisis has been averted - Anabelle covered herself up finally.

"Why did you let me ride your bike then when you wouldn't even let the others?"

"I don't know," He shrugged, "You just felt kind of different. With all the girls I've been with, I was sure of our destination, the endpoint. Yeah. But with you?" he took a deep breath, "I wasn't even sure of what I was doing…" He turned to look her in the eyes, saying, "I had no sense of navigation with you. You were a breath of fresh air, so I threw caution to the window,"

At that moment, Anabelle knew she was completely smitten with this guy amid her head telling her otherwise. Maybe it was time she started listening to her heart and not the head - not that her head was a genius anyway.

"What do we do when we get to your place?"

"Sleep together..." Julie paused upon realizing the prevarication of his word, "I mean literally," He clarified, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. Gosh, he was not used to courting ladies properly. Girls always had an agenda for coming close to him and that was always sex, money, and fame.

Although his grandfather put up legitimate businesses, there were whispers of what his family did in secret, not that any of them dared to confront him. Hence, girls were naturally attracted to him knowing he offered protection, fame and was good at you know....bed - it wasn't that hard mastering the skills with girls throwing themselves at him here and then.

But then, there was Anabelle who wasn't interested in his money - because she had hers - nor fame - Spencers were quite famous - nor sex - gosh, it shouldn't surprise him if she was still a virgin.

When Julie suggested she come to his place, it was to prove to her that he wasn't interested in her body - well, maybe, a little - but then, that's not the point. The point is that he doesn't just want her body, he wants her body and soul - he loves her.

"We should go," Anabelle said to him.

"Alright," Julie breathed, making sure to look away from her enticing lips. Maybe taking her home was a bad idea. Should he just drop her to her place and prove to her that he was worthy of her affection in another way round? He battled inwardly.

In no time they arrived at his place and Julie got out of his seat, opening the door for Anabelle before she could help herself out.

"Welcome home Master Julie," The butler welcomed him, his gaze then falling upon Anabelle, "And Miss Anabelle as well,"

Thanks to their master/servant contract, everyone in his household already had an idea of Anabelle. Although none of them could figure out their relationship - they didn't act like couples with all their fighting and all - and none dared to gossip. Julie's "relationship" was kept secret from his grandfather - thanks to the universe for keeping the man away from home the past month.

"Could you set up a nice warm dinner for Anabelle?" Julie said to him.

"You mean for the both of you," The butler hinted to the fact that Julie was wet from the rain as well.

"No," Anabelle shook her hand, "You don't need to bother," she didn't want to bother the poor man.

"You're not bothering him, he's just doing his job,"

"Remember, we ate at the restaurant?" she found a reliable excuse

"Which you didn't touch," Julie turned to the butler, "Make us a simple soup that would keep us warm,"

However, before Anabelle could protest, the butler announced, "I'll inform the kitchen then," And took his leave.

"You need to wash up so you don't get cold," Julie informed her, "You could occupy any of the guest room for tonight,"

But then, Anabelle retorted, "Why take the guest room when we have yours," and kissed Julie before he could say a word.

Julie froze like the north pole even after Anabelle had skidded into the house after she pulled the surprise kiss. A smile crossed his features, however, it vanished as soon as it came because it dawned on him. Anabelle thought they were about to have sex. Uh no, that was not the plan.