She couldn't believe how fast he had her bent over his desk. His desire was so thick she could taste. However the whole process could've been faster if she didn't wear a fucking jumpsuit. As he tried to unzip her, guilt found its way to her heart with a soul crushing question. What about Ryder? She was about to be one of those women she absolutely despised; a cheat.

"Stop!" She yelled taking a hold of his swift hands before he could take her jumpsuit off. She turned to meet his confused stare.

"I don't think I can do this."

"Why? Is it because of your lousy husband, just break it off." He kissed her ears softly, seducing her. She pushed him off.

"Wait, how do you know about Ryder, have you been spying on me?" Her eyes glazed with fury. She couldn't believe the nerve of him. He slept we her, never called and now he wanted to jump into her life like nothing happened.

"Look Peter, I appreciate your offer but I think I should go." She gestured for him to zip her up. He was obviously frustrated and she was beyond satisfied she caused it.

"I don't understand Julie, what's wrong. What did I do this time?" He questioned. Yes he expected her to get a tinge angry, however he didn't expect her to leave. He thought she would think his determination to find her and possibly know everything about her was possessive and caring. Women loved shit like that.

"What did you do? What did you do?" She huffed raising her voice. "You want to know what you did?" She asked for the third time, her voice raising at each question.

"Yes I really do."

"Well Peter I'll tell you what you didn't do. You didn't fucking call!" She yelled, rage emanating from her.

"You said you would call and you didn't, you ignored my calls Peter. So I moved on with my life and now you think you can just swoop in like nothing happened. Well let me be the one to tell you that you're an arrogant bastard who can't deal with his loneliness so he seeks the only human that made him feel something."

He blinked numerous times realisation dawning on him. She was so right, he was truly lonely and he only looked for her because he didn't want to be consumed by it.

Although he felt that way at first, immediately she walked through that door he realised he didn't want to just use her to fill a void, because in all his life he'd never felt so giddy seeing someone, he'd never experienced both desire and anger at the same fucking time. However when it came to Julie fucking Evans, he was dotish and a complete loggerhead.

"Julie I know I'm an idiot. I am. I should've called but I was so scared of the feelings I developed because of you. I ran away from you because I was a fucking pussy and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not calling, for just crashing into your life like it didn't matter, but you know what Julie, I don't regret any of it because I wouldn't have realised I fucking love you, more than anything." He stared into her beautiful eyes, the earth connected with the sea and the heavens opened.

He was wise with his words, a fact Julie couldn't deny. Every single bone in her body was pushing her to accept his apology. She needed him as much as he needed her, another fact she couldn't deny.

Peter Sinclair was a man specially made in heaven for her, and there was no way she would deny that.

"Now how do expect me not to break up with my fiance you fucking sweet talker? Seriously you should quit business and be a writer, that shit suits you." She grinned before she grabbed his tears stained face and kissed him with all the love she had in her.