Chapter 17:
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Julia walked into the bathroom and heard the shower running. She looked towards the shower where she knew William was, hidden behind the curtain. She went straight there, opened the curtain, and entered. She immediately found herself glued to her companion who hugged her intensely.
He was not looking at Julia's body, but he was watching her face tenderly. He moved even closer if that was possible. They were so close that the water ran over them both. He cupped his lover's face, pulled her close and kissed her fiercely. The young woman kissed him back with fervor, butterflies in her stomach.
He bit her neck and breasts with such ferocity that she already knew she would have to hide some marks the next day.
The young woman moaned in response to William's care. She caressed his chest and back and he pinned her against the wall of the shower. The tiles were so cold that Julia gasped, but she made no move to step back when she saw William kneeling in front of her. She could not help but blush at what he was watching, and she noticed that he was blushing too, surely unaccustomed to this kind of practice. But he took his courage in both hands and looked at her intently. Julia closed her eyes the moment his mouth contacted her femininity.
She could not hold back a deep moan at his care. She grabbed her hair and tugged it slightly, involuntarily. The young woman almost banged her head against the tiles. She was already almost at her conclusion when he abruptly stopped. Why was he stopping?
He got up, kissed her again fiercely. Then he took one of her hands and slammed it against the tiled floor with his own. He snuggled up to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He looked her in the eyes and slowly penetrated her. Finally, William let go of his partner's left hand and took her right leg to put it on his hip, which deepened the angle.
Julia could not help but return his hip thrusts before they both climaxed with moans of relief. When William finally pulled away from Julia, they looked into each other's eyes and kissed softly, trying to communicate to each other how strong their love was.
A few days passed during which William and Julia spent the best time of their lives. They lived only on love. They could have stopped drinking and eating. The mere presence of the other was enough for them. Alas, William had to leave for work every morning. Most of the time he was late, something that had never happened to him before. The other officers were talking behind his back. They were amused by the behavior of the young man who seemed to be in transit of love to the point of always being in the clouds. But ultimately, he seemed to deny being in a relationship with Julia Brenks. After Ethan Brenks' last scene at the Station, it seemed clear that the young man had the chance to court the latter's wife. A woman as lovely as Julia, who would not want that chance?
But, after some time without any news, the officers had thought that it was ultimately just a misunderstanding.
And that was what the two lovers wanted. When Julia asks for a divorce, Ethan Brenks must not have an argument for custody of the children. Nevertheless, the time was getting long. Julia felt useless. She wanted to work. She wanted to do something… To be a doctor… Her big dream. Besides, it did not seem about to come true. No one would ever want to hire her. Especially after all these years without practice.
Ethan Brenks was sitting in his office at the hospital, his head buried in a file. He read the same sentence again and again. He could not concentrate. He thought of Julia. Every day, every hour. What was she doing? Where was she? Was she with this man? Was he making love to her? Was he making her moan when he never could?
He sometimes thought back to their intimate moments. He had always enjoyed himself so much. He had always found her so beautiful and so graceful…so perfect. She had probably never felt the same. Not so long ago, when he had returned from a social evening and his wife was reading a book on the sofa in the hall, he had caressed her, and he was glad to see her for the first time in such a state of ecstasy.
Ethan broke his pen in anger from pressing too hard while writing. He sighed. She must have been thinking of this man at that time. He perfectly remembered the evening when he had introduced his wife to this Murdoch. He was immediately suspicious of this man. He had felt strange tension in the air when he found the two of them in a hallway of the building. And it was for this reason that he had been so upset that evening and had made this speech to her about how all the men seemed to find her to their liking.
When Julia slipped away the night of their fight, he had no trouble guessing who the man was. He had put two and two together. The looks they were giving each other but which, until now, he had pretended not to notice. The change in his wife's behavior since that first evening. Or the disappearance of the latter as well as the detective during the Perkins evening. He had no proof, but he was sure of it. When he realized that, he went crazy. This man so perfect, never a hair askew and always smarter than the others. He had stolen his wife. He had landed at Station 4 and punched the young man. Then he had stopped all collaboration with the Police Station, despite Thomas Brackenreid's pleas.
Ethan understood perfectly that the Chief Inspector would never fire William Murdoch. So, if that was the case, he wanted the Station to be ruined. And without a coroner, they would not last long, he congratulated himself.