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"Where the hell were you?! Wait, Anna already told me. But fucking hell girl, you gave me a heart attack when you left like that!" He hugs me harder.
"Let's just say I was swept off my feet. It was so hard to breathe when he took me away," I bat my lashes romantically at him and Adrian rolls his eyes at me.
"Oh all the aching it was," I drawl. Mr. Rodriguez narrows his eyes at Adrian like a protective parent. "And now he's my hooker." I think Mr. Rodriguez let out a wheeze while Adrian pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Does it make you good money?" He asks, looking at my bracelet. I stifle my laughter as I look over at Adrian.
"No, it's just what he pays me to get him hooked with girls. He's desperate like that," I grin while Adrian closes his eyes and mutters a few things under his breath.
"You're such a cute liar. Go wait in my house, I'll close up early and we can chat. Take your hooker with you," He squints at Adrian. "I remember you... you're Anna's friend."
"Yes, sir," Adrian replies. Hm, that's way too decent, even for him.
"What are you doing these days, boy? You seem to be making good money."
"Er... I catch bad guys."
"Nice. Is it a stable profession? Blake is into computer sciences right?"
"Yes, it's very stable, sir. And that's correct." Stable my ass, he gets shot at every time he's in a black car. He killed a man just this morning! Blake hacks into people's personal lives! Poor Mr. Rodriguez.
Anna gets to be the seductress and also the person who lays out the plans and does the math. She's smart like that.
"Well, don't make yourself too comfortable in my house just yet. I have a few questions. Bailey, Ella will have a cup of cocoa ready for you when you go inside."
I smirk at Adrian from the special treatment I'm getting which he isn't. That's what he gets for kidnapping me! I turn around and head across the street towards the house. My nails begin to dig into my palms as I pass by the place where my dad had beat me up.
Oh my god, he's in the same neighborhood! What was I thinking coming here? Oh my god, he's probably coming for my right now... I just got better, I don't know what I'll do if he hurts me again.
Adrian's hands intertwine with mine, and I look up at him. "You'll be okay," He smiles softly. "And if you don't feel okay, I'm always here."
My heart instantly melts at his words and I smile up at him. God, his lips so attractive in the evening sun. I'm craving them so badly... I just want all of him right now. Fuck, I'm too horny.
At least I'm not a guy, because it's so obvious when they're hard. Speaking of hard, is Adrian ever- I subtly glance down and then quickly snap my eyes up. He's not.
And I totally don't expect him to, because I'm not even that attractive.
Have you seen his ex? She's a fucking goddess. Apart from the fact that she acts like a she-demon. Everyone Adrian surrounds himself have such beautiful dark features and I've always felt slightly sad that I'm a fucking ghost compared to them.
Even Dylan has dark brown eyes and dirty blonde hair! My eyes aren't even an ocean blue! They're a depressing faded blue, and my light blonde hair- Ugh, why can't I be beautiful like everyone else?
And it's worse that I can't wear exposing clothes because of all the damn scars. Everything sucks. My chest and ass are too flat... I don't look good enough for him.
Have you seen him? He's a fucking God. His tousled dark hair, almond skin tone, green eyes. Fuck, he's so hot. His sharp jawline and attractive lips. His muscular body and tattoos. Every part of him is perfect.
His touch, his smile, his gaze. Everything. And it hurts so fucking bad.
"Adrian..." I start. Should I really ask him?
"Mhm."
"Am I... never mind."
"Tell me," He's looking at me now. His emerald green eyes locked into my faded blue ones and it feels oh so amazing.
"No, it's nothing."
"Are you okay... because if you're feeling anxious then I can help. Or at least I believe I can... but sharing can help you feel better. And if you're going to ask me if you can feel my muscles, you can absolutely feel them, you don't have to ask."
He's so damn sweet! I don't deserve a person like him.
"Tell me what's wrong." He blocks my path in front of me and takes hold of both my hands. "You can tell me."
"Am I pretty?" I ask. Good grief, why did I have to say it! I already know the answer... Now he'll think I'm a freak or something.
"Bailey... you are so fucking beautiful, you have no damn idea."
"I'm not... my hair isn't dark like Ava's, Luna's or Anna's. My skin is too light... and my eyes aren't attractive. I'm too flat and I'm not good enough for someone like you," I ramble. "And now I've said too much. We're in the middle of the damn street and I'm rambling so much."
He pulls me towards the house, but doesn't go inside. "We're not in the middle of the road anymore." He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and snakes his arm around my waist. "Ava, Luna, and Anna aren't you. And you aren't them. You give the best hugs, your laughter brightens my day, and I look forward to your sarcasm and jokes all day. You're driving me fucking crazy. And you're so fucking beautiful. Do you want me to tell you how amazing you are, because I will."
"Your eyes remind me of the early morning when the sun isn't completely out yet, and the fog sets in and everything feels so fresh and new. When I look into your eyes, I remember how amazing early morning feels. It's so new and it makes me feel like I can do anything."
"Your skin reminds me of the warm sand from the cleanest beach of the world. You know how those feel? It's touch makes you feel like on a fucking cloud."
"And your hair... it's so damn beautiful. It makes me feel like I hit a fucking gold mine the way it shines in the sun. It's a magical silver at night, and there's no one else I know who's hair does that."
I feel my lips begin to quiver as tears well up in my eyes. That was the nicest thing anyone has ever told me in my entire life. I'm rendered speechless after all that he said.
He thinks I'm beautiful... I wrap my arms tightly around his torso and bury my face in his chest. "Thank you."
"Are you feeling my muscles? Because I can feel you feeling them," He chuckles.
"They feel so good. I'm sorry, that sounded dirty... I should shut up."
"Y'all gonna come inside or just cuddle outside? It's not even that cold," Mr. Rodriguez grunts. I immediately push away from Adrian and grin cheekily and Mr. Rodriguez.
"You go inside... I need a minute," Adrian tells me, tugging his shirt down below his waist. "I need to tie my shoelaces."
"Your shoes are tied."
"Just go inside... I need to adjust."
I shrug and walk inside. He probably needs to fix his hair or something. Whatever. "Oh my goodness, girl, where were you all these days?!" Mrs. Rodriguez pulls me into a tight hug. "Never mind that, you're here now and it's fine. And I see you're all healed up. Is that a bruise on your cheek? Who hit you?"
"I got into a fight. You should see what my opponent ended with. My bruise is nothing compared to what he got."
"You get into trouble so much," She scoffs. "Come, take a seat. I'll get you some cocoa. You're staying for dinner, okay? No buts. If you try to leave, I'll kidnap you back."
I cough at the word 'kidnap' and just in time, Adrian walks in.
"Ah, you. I have a couple of questions," Mr. Rodriguez starts. Oh, this is going to be good.
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a/n: if someone calls me beautiful like that, i'm marrying them. :)
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