Juliet

I kept rubbing my sweaty palms on my tight white skirt as we walked towards hell. I have never had this chest pain before.

I hated it. I don't like feeling this pang in my chest. I'm a confident, independent young woman. My father had taught me good. Why am I so nervous? Because you are going to meet him.

As we entered, I saw the senior Mr.Melon walking towards us. My eyes flashed. I kept clenching my jaws and tried to calm myself

down. It is just a meeting, you can do this.

"Good Morning Mr.Melon."

"Good Morning to you too Miss Juliet."

After exchanging formalities, we sat down at the long rosewood conference table.

So far so good. The devil isn't here. Well, looks like luck is on my side.

With a bang, the door opened revealing- I quickly put my head down and pretended to read the file Mr. Melon presented me with.

Fuck the luck. Here I thought, I would have a peaceful meeting without dealing with this piece of shit.

Don't look at him. Don't look at him. I kept chanting to myself.

"Good morning Mr. Rossetta. It will be a pleasure working with you." The new husky voice said.

My insides fluttered at the sound. Wow, his voice has changed. It's become so dee- snap out of it Juliet!

I put on a serious look and concentrated on the file placed in front of me. I could feel someone's stare burning at me. But I was rigid. No way was I looking at him. I was so engrossed in trying to not look at him, when I heard my father call my name.

"Juliet do you hear?"

"uh-yes." I stutter.

I look up and snapped my head directly towards my father's eyes. Just don't look at his beautiful eyes. It will keep you safe. He doesn't deserve your attention, Juliet. Keep looking at dad. That's right. Easy pesy.

"Juliet this is Mr. Owen. I'm sure you remember him."

"No, I don't remember him." I say but still focusing on my father.

But then my fathers nods his head towards the devil. I had to do nothing but comply.

I slowly turned my head towards him.

That's the first time I glanced up at him. His eyes shone with a glint of anger and amusement.

He has changed so much. He has become more broader and muscular. His face look like he hadn't had time to shave this morning. But he looked so much manly. And oh so gorgeous. So gorgeous that it hurts to look at him right now.

So I looked away.

"That's odd. I thought you both went to the same school."

My father said with a raised eyebrow. Before Owen could reply, I beat him to it.

"We never knew each other. Besides, I was pretty sure we didn't even have a class together."

A complete lie.

Owen was in every class on mine. Especially in particular class where I saw him the first time.

I could feel his burning gaze at me. Daring me to look up at him but not this time. I made sure of that seven years ago.

"Yeah we never knew each other."

Shocked, I looked up at him. His eyes looked intently at mine when he spoke. I guess maybe he didn't remember me. That slight thought pricked me but I erased it quickly.

After a lot of discussions, we decided to call it quits.

My father, not waiting for me decided to accompany Mr.Melon.

Leaving me all alone with the jerk.

"Well well, if it isn't Miss Juliet."

Just loving the way my name rolls off his tongue. It sets me on fire.

"Well obviously Mr Owen.I hope you weren't expecting someone else." I smirk back at him.

"Not at all. Just making sure you remember me. Since when did you get amnesia ?"

He smirked right back at me.

At this, I rolled my eyes at him. I continue to ignore him and go for the door. The faster I get out, the better it is for me.

Just as I was turning on the knob, I felt myself shoved against the wall and a strong arm tightly hung around my waist. Making my breast clash against a warm hard strong chest.

"Just what the fuck do you think you are doing ?" I hiss trying to get away from his strong hold.

"Why did u tell them that you don't remember me ?"

"None of your fucking business. Now if you will ..." I stopped talking.

His face was so close that I could feel his breath fan my lips. I slip out my tongue and wet my dry lips. His keen eyes watching the movement. Darkening to something, I experienced long time ago.

"Juliet, my sweet Juliet. When was the last time you felt something like this ?"

Before I could get a word out, he slid out his own tongue and slide it across my neck like a snake.

Ohh god. That tongue I definitely remember.

He sucked on the very spot that made me tingle in my wet hot dripping core.

He remembers.

His hand tracing the curve of my breast. He caught hold of them and gave it a light squeeze.

I let out a sudden grasp.

His thumb slowly grazed the nub and now seems to be standing tall and erect through the fabric of my shirt. His sucking doesn't stop though.

"Tell me, do you remember this?" He breathes out.

Suddenly I realise what I was doing.

My eyes widen.

Pushing his hands off me, I run to the door. Opening it, I looked back angry at him and at myself for letting me lose control of myself.

"Don't touch me. Ever again."