The Comments Called Me the Villain, Then He Asked Why I Stopped Kissing Him Chapter 06

The Comments Called Me the Villain, Then He Asked Why I Stopped Kissing Him Chapter 06

I meant to send the art director a cat emoji, but my 

thumb slipped and it went to Julian. 

Julian’s reply came instantly. [Knew it. You can’t 

actually ignore me, can you? I’m coming home now 

give me a few.] 

[You ghosted me all day over this, didn’t you? Fine. I’ll 

ditch the dinner. Leaving now.] 

I scrambled to send a voice note before he actually left. 

“No – I meant to say have fun! Stay!” 

Nothing. 

Simon had called it. The drive had been perfectly 

smooth – right up until I rear–ended a Maybach 

outside the cafe. 

The driver climbed out – over six feet tall, built like a 

tank, tattoo sleeves down both arms, and a face that 

said he wasn’t here to make friends. My first instinct 

was to call Julian. But the comments were already 

rolling. 

[This girl’s entire survival strategy is “call some guy to fix it.” She can’t do a SINGLE thing on her own. Forget 

Julian – even I’M exhausted watching her.] 

[Y’all are being harsh – who WOULDN’T call someone 

they trust right after an accident??] 

[So the ML should just work himself into the ground cleaning up after her 24/7?] 

My thumb stopped over Julian’s name. Then I scrolled past it and texted Simon instead. Not long after, a familiar silhouette appeared outside my window. 

Simon handled everything – calmed the Maybach owner down, worked out a settlement, kept his voice level the entire time. I didn’t step out of the car until 

the guy was gone. 

“Thank you, Simon.” I turned on the charm – big smile, singsong voice – hoping to smooth over the whole “I fired you” thing. 

Back inside the cafe, I skipped the small talk. “Simon, I need you to look at these financials. Tell me if anything looks off.” I slid the folder across the table. “You’re the 

only person I trust with this.” 

He opened it without a word and started reading. 

I rolled my neck and glanced toward the entrance. Julian was standing in the doorway, backlit, watching us. His eyes were dark – not angry, exactly. Something worse. Like he was hurt and trying not to show it. 

His black coat made his face look even paler. When he reached our table, I caught it – the faint bite of whiskey on his breath. 

I hadn’t done anything wrong. So why did I feel like I’d just been caught? 

“You wrecked the car.” His eyes moved over me, quick, sharp, clinical. “Are you hurt?” 

I hadn’t expected concern to come first. I stood and 

shook my head. 

His voice came out rough, scraped raw. “Why didn’t you call me?” 

“You were busy. And I already had plans to meet Simon – I wanted his help going over some company stuff. He was right there, so he just… handled it.” 

Julian’s eyes dropped to the papers spread across the table. Without a word, his arm slid around my waist, his body shifting just enough to wall off the space between Simon and me. 

“Miss Vivienne, this report is excellent – whoever prepared it is far more capable than I am. As for my old position, I’ll take it. I’ll see you at the office.” He paused. “If you’ll excuse me.” 

Simon gave Julian a brief nod and left without another 

word.