Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 312

**When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 312**

**Chapter 312**

Sydney stood frozen, her lips sealed tight, as if the very act of speaking might unleash a torrent of broken sounds that would expose the truth of her vulnerability. She was acutely aware of how completely Julian had ensnared her, and the thought alone sent shivers down her spine.

Julian, with a deliberate slowness, observed her silent resistance, savoring every moment. His scorching kisses trailed down her neck, each brush of his lips against her skin igniting a fire within her. It was a dance of dominance, and he was the master leading her deeper into the abyss.

She curled her toes, her body betraying her resolve as soft whimpers escaped her lips, fluttering into the air like delicate butterflies. Yet, in that moment, it felt as if she alone was the one drowning, lost in a sea of sensations that overwhelmed her senses.

This battle was never one she had intended to win, but just as she felt the weight of surrender pressing down on her, he captured her hand, guiding it downward with an intensity that sent her heart racing.

This wasn’t her first encounter with such intimacy, but it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

She instinctively tried to withdraw, but his grip was unyielding, holding her captive in a web of desire.

On the floor lay a discarded belt, trousers, and her stockings, each item a silent witness to the intimacy they had shared. Just a single glance at the mess they had made quickened her pulse, a reminder of the vulnerability she had allowed herself to embrace.

In that moment, she felt like a solitary sailboat, tossed about on an unrelenting ocean, unable to steer her own course, at the mercy of the waves that carried her away. Helpless, yet somehow willing to be swept along.

Confusion clouded Sydney’s mind as she grappled with the storm of emotions swirling inside her. All she knew was that she was slipping further away from her own sense of self.

Her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind when Julian exhaled a deep, rough breath against her ear, sending a shiver racing down her spine, igniting a current that buzzed through her entire being.

Just then, she managed to catch her breath, a momentary pause in the whirlwind of sensations.

But then, almost defiantly, her competitive spirit flared to life. She refused to let go. Instead, she lifted her gaze to meet his, her voice teasingly playful. “So, this part enjoys this very much?”

How could he withstand such provocation? She watched as the veins in his neck tightened, his desire evident as he bent down to kiss her fiercely, his voice a low growl filled with longing. “Yes. It enjoys it immensely.”

‘Shameless,’ Sydney thought, left momentarily speechless, the realization of her defeat washing over her once again. Her gaze drifted to the ornate clock adorning the wall, its hands cruelly marking the passage of time.

It was 2:00 a.m.

A ridiculous thought flitted through her mind, ‘So this is what high-intensity exercise does to you.’

Even as a doctor, she found herself learning something entirely new.

The following morning, her alarm jolted her awake, dragging her from the depths of a heavy sleep. Her head was foggy, and her body felt heavier than if she had not slept at all. She couldn’t even remember when she had finally succumbed to exhaustion.

“This is my apartment,” she shot back, her tone laced with indignation, almost making him laugh.

Checking the time, he relented, “Fine, I’ll go.”

Only when the door clicked shut behind him did Sydney calmly head to the bathroom, her heart still racing from the encounter.

Breakfast had been set for three, and two untouched plates sat on the table, waiting for her. She carried them next door to share with Tiffany, hoping to distract herself from the whirlwind of emotions.

Tiffany greeted her with a grin. “My bestie really is the best. You even bring me breakfast!”

“Of course,” Sydney replied, a smile breaking through her earlier tension.

Just as she took a sip of milk, her phone rang unexpectedly, jolting her from her thoughts. She assumed it was the Hutton family and quickly wiped her hands to answer, but froze when she saw the caller ID.

Tiffany frowned, glancing at her phone. “So early. Who is it?”

Sydney’s expression turned cold as she replied, “The Sterling family.”

But this time, she felt a surge of confidence. No longer did she need to tread carefully.