Page 69 of Indescribable Love
The sound of someone pounding on her door made her jump, and she had no idea who the hell it could be. She wasn’t friendly with any of her neighbors, and there was security in the building. No one could come up here without the doorman notifying her.
Fixing the towel on her head a bit, she shuffled over to the door and looked through the peephole.
“Seriously?” she whispered before the pounding started again.
“I know you’re home, Jules!” Jax Wylder said loudly. “And I’ve got all day!” More banging.
Muttering a curse, she pulled the door open and did her best to look unaffected. “You’re trespassing,” she blandly told him. “And now I’m going to have to get Henry fired for letting you up here.”
Rolling his eyes, he stepped around her and walked into her apartment. “You’re not going to get anyone fired,” he told her as he looked around. “Nice place. Kinda small, but…it works.”
Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. “Really? You want to talk about floor plans and design choices? That’s why you’re here?”
He looked ridiculously large in her small space—almost like he was in a dollhouse. “No, that’s not why I’m here. I left you like a dozen messages and I thought you’d be professional enough to return them. Then I thought you’d mature enough to return them. And then…” He laughed softly, “I thought you’d be human enough to give a damn about what Simon’s going through.”
And that was the one that made her snap.
“Human enough?” she repeated with maniacal laughter. “Your brother tossed me out of the arena! And that was after telling me he loved me! I did what he asked and I left, Jax! I told him I wasn’t guilty, and he didn’t believe me! He wasn’t human enough to believe me or give a damn! So don’t you dare come into my home and try to guilt me! I would never do anything to hurt your brother! Ever! I love him!”
Sliding his hands into his pockets, he nodded. “That’s what I was looking for,” he said. “The entire situation just…damn, it just got out of control, but you have to know that he needs you. He knows he messed up, but this is all new to him. Simon has no idea how to fight or how to make up because that’s never been an issue for him. I can tell you with great certainty that I’ve never known him to argue with anyone in his life until you.”
“Great. That’s flattering,” she mumbled.
“You know what I’m saying. He’s not good at this and doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do in a situation like this.”
Moving over to her tiny sofa, she sat and fidgeted with the towel on her head. “Well, you can tell him sending his brother to fight his battles isn’t a great move.”
“He has no idea that I’m even here. He…”
There was another knock at the door, and Juliette sat in stunned silence as Jax went over to answer it. Then, she sat in more stunned silence when Noah walked in.
“Sorry. Traffic was a beast. Hey, Jules,” he said with a small smile. “Where are we at?”
Jax frowned. “Where’s Mick?”
“Out in the hallway. He got a call.”
“What is happening right now? How did any of you get by Henry?” she asked. “Why is Mick here? Hell, why are any of you here?” Then she looked directly at Jax. “According to you, I’m practically the devil.”
The cocky bastard grinned at her. “I was baiting you. I figured if I pissed you off enough, it would make you call me back.”
Beside him, Noah sighed loudly. “And I’m going to apologize for that,” he told her. "My brother sometimes has the maturity level of a twelve year old and hasn’t realized that goading people rarely works. If anything, it usually pisses them off.”
Shrugging, Jax grinned at her again. “Sometimes it works. You held your own pretty good when we were goofing around in Seattle. I thought for sure you’d call me just to ball me out.”
Mick let himself in. It was the first time she was meeting him in person and while she wanted to get up and greet him, she was basically sitting there in her robe with a turban on her head and there was no way to look like a serious businesswoman dressed like that.
“Wow, this place is small,” he said as he shut the door. “It reminds me of the first apartment I had in LA. I loved that place!” Walking over to her, he shook her hand. “Good to see you, Jules. Sorry about the ambush.”
Sighing loudly, she asked, “Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?”
The three men looked at each other, but ultimately Mick explained. “First, why didn’t you come to me and tell me exactly why Simon was so against this film? I mean, I knew he had some topics that were off-limits, but why didn’t you tell me what his reasons were? I would have had those guys out of there in a heartbeat!”
Staring down at her hands, Juliette realized this was not something she was prepared for—at all. “Could I maybe have five minutes to get dressed and dry my hair? I’m not comfortable sitting here like this.”
No one argued and she quickly scrambled to her bedroom and shut the door, her heart thundering. All she had to do was take the blame, let them say what they had to say, and this would all be over. Maybe then she could move on with her life.
But she was still going to have a hard conversation with her doorman because a little warning would have been great.