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I want you too.
He wants me. Right then and there, I felt my entire body melt into nothing more than a puddle, reflecting his want for me.
"Kiss me," I almost command. Adrian's hands hold the back of my neck and pull me closer towards only for us to be interrupted by a knock on the window.
"We'll be late, boss."
Adrian makes a noise at the back of his throat.
I scowl and resist the urge to call them all cockblockers, but I do tuck a loose strand of hair that escaped from my ponytail with my middle finger in front of the man. The man looks at me, and almost sneers, but pulls himself together and walks away.
Adrian opens the door and steps out of the car, and I follow after him. This time, he doesn't tell me to stop. In fact, he doesn't tell me anything at all.
Let's just hope he's not hard during a business deal thing.
We walk towards a girl dressed in a sleek silver dress, her platinum blonde hair neatly made into a braid. She looked like she was actual silver. Damn, I could only dream of having a body or hair like that. Why is everybody hot but me?!
She holds out her hand to Adrian and I expect them to shake hands but Adrian just takes a box from one of his men and hands it to her. Then he extends his hand, and she hands him a grocery bag. Well, damn.
Did Adrian just trade millions of dollars worth of weapons for groceries? He must be desperate. And the worst part was that the bag looked empty!
How could Adrian be this dense?! After a solemn not at each other, the girl walks away, and Adrian walks towards me. "Let's go."
"Adrian, you dumbass! She just gave you a grocery bag!" I shout at him.
"Get in the car," He orders, and I give him an incredulous look. I climb into the the car, nonetheless. He pulls out a piece of paper and holds it out to me. "Read what it says."
"It's an address."
"Yeah, what does it say?"
I read the address out loud and he nods. "Give the piece of paper to my men in the black car." I roll down my window, and see the black car. I extend my hand out and one of the three men in there takes the paper out of my hand.
He gives me a slight nod and drives off. "Now we follow them."
"Aren't you supposed to lead them?"
"Their job is to memorize these roads. If we use a GPS, we can be tracked better, and that's not good. Oh, and also, switch off your phone."
"I left it back home."
"That's even better."
"So, are we going to talk about what happened before your men cockblocked us?" I ask. Wow, I'm getting a little too bold.
"Later."
Twenty minutes later, we pull up into a random parking lot. "Um... she gave us an address to a parking lot?"
"No, we're walking from here."
"Damn, okay," I grumble, getting out of the car once more. I follow after them, into an abandoned building. I would say that I'm scared, but I don't scared of shady, abandoned buildings.
Too bad I can't say the same for spiders. "You wait outside," He tells me. "Not really the type of environment you'd want to be in."
"Nope, I'm coming in."
"Suit yourself," He shrugs. I begin to walk next to him, wrapping my arms around his arm. His muscles feel so damn good. Honestly, I could feel them all day. With my clinging onto him, he approaches another girl.
This one's a redhead with flirtatious eyes. And she's flirtatiously looking at Adrian! Avert your eyes, bitch! Boo! I'll feed you that dead spider back at Adrian's. "Do you have the money?" Adrian asks, his voice dangerously icy.
She seductively moves her hips, and twists backwards to get a heavy bag. She places it in front of Adrian. "I can give you my phone number, if you'd like. Just in case you find a problem with the money," She bites her lips, her eyes widening cutely. Damn! Just take the money and leave!
It's not that hard! That's what she said. No.
"No thanks, I think this is fine," Adrian replies coldly. Her face drops disappointedly and she narrows her eyes at me. "Let's go," He tells me, and starts moving out of the building with me still clinging onto his arm.
I think that went well.
Adrian tosses the bag to his men and opens the passenger door for me. Ah, don't we love a mafia gentleman? When he's seated as well, he turns to me.
"Where were we?"
"I was just telling you to kiss me and you were about to until we got interrupted," I explain. He simply nods and speeds out of the parking lot. Okay, sure, I mean, don't even reply. That's fine.
It's not like I was hurt or anything. Just break my heart like that, it's okay. Who needs a heart anyway?
Soon, Adrian pulls back up into the mansion and abruptly gets out. I roll my eyes, and get out as well. I'm done following him around for today. I should have held a funeral for the spider while Adrian was off doing business.
"Ten thousand," Adrian tells the men. "Each of you get ten thousand, and the rest is mine."
Oh hell, I just saw three years of college tuition flash before my eyes.
"What do I get?" I ask him, with a suggestive wink. Good God, Bailey, get your horny ass together. He spins around, his strong arms grabbing mine and pinning me against the car.
Whoa, baby. Why does his breath smells like sugar? Good god, I think he ate some of the sugar we were using for the pancakes. And I want to taste it. Off his lips.
"You... get me," He whispers, his words sending a burning sensation through my entire body. This escalated quickly, and I love it. His hands move from my arms to my waist, as he pulls me towards him, his lips crashing into mine.
I needed this for the past three weeks, goddammit! He tastes so good! And this time, I kiss back, almost desperately. It's like a dam blocking an entire ocean of feelings has just been broken, and there's no holding me back.
Because I want him. A lot.
Adrian's grip on my waist tightens, and I push my body against him, letting sparks fly everywhere. His tongue pushes past my lips and explores new territory in my mouth. A moan escapes from the back of my throat.
Did... did I just moan? Oh hell. I grip the hair on the back of his head, pulling him closer to me, my eyes closed. Good gracious, he tastes like candy. I wrap my legs around him, straddling him, and he carries me inside the mansion, breaking the kiss for a split second.
He kicks the door close, and carries me over to the sofa. I lean against him, as he leans against the couch, and return to kissing him senseless. Butterflies erupt in my stomach as his hand grips my ass and I kiss him harder.
We really shouldn't be doing this when Adrian has a broken wrist. But whatever. He reaches his hands under my shirt, lifting it up for a split second before I pull away from the kiss and slide my shirt back down, my eyes widening.
"Bailey, what the hell?" Adrian growls out. "Are those... scars?"
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a/n: i'm sorry if this make out scene was cringy, it's been months since i've written one. sure i read smut like it's my job, but like... it's hard to write make out scenes sometimes. but ONE DAY! i will be better. ð
anyway, i hope ya liked this chapter. here are some visuals for you, so you can picture adrian's mansion better:
the kitchen-
the living room-