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"Adrian, I'm going to murder you," I growl as I wince at the soreness. "Let me murder you right now."
He gives me an all knowing smirk, and that made me more annoyed. I limp over to the bed and sit down, but wince again. "It hurts to sit down," I whine. "Why do you have to be so big?"
"Says you. You were all like 'fuck me harder, Adrian' last night," He retorts. Then he says softly, "I'm sorry if I hurt you. I didn't mean to." There goes my heart again. Boom boom. He takes a seat next to me, and lifts my chin up so I can meet his gaze.
"You're beautiful," He whispers, planting a kiss on my lips. Does he have to be so damn cute all the time? My heart can't take it anymore!
"You look like poop," I compliment back. I deserve an A+ for that compliment, thank you very much. "I don't want to move," I groan. "It hurts."
"Then don't move," He states simply. "Cuddle with me."
"I'd like cuddling very much," I grin childishly. He grins back as he situates himself next to me on the bed, wrapping his arms around my body. I began to feel more aware of the fact that I was wearing nothing under this shirt.
Oh god, I'm getting horny again. No, resist the temptations! Cuddling is good for now. Your booty already hurts from last night. "Let's watch a movie... in the living room," I suggest. I need entertainment.
"Okay," He agrees, getting off the bed and heading out the door. Aw, I was hoping he'd carry me. Like, ew, who uses legs anymore? I sigh to myself as I stand up and walk out of the bedroom. More like limp. Holy fuck, this is painful.
When I make it out the door, I groan. Just a few more... a few more? Who am I kidding?! The living room is literally so far away. And now my legs feel cold. Maybe I should wear a bra and underwear? I don't even feel like moving, why would I do that?
I sigh to myself before I feel strong arms lift me up off my feet, carrying me, bridal style. "Can't see you in pain like that, baby," He tells me, as he carries me down the stairs. I feel a blush creep up onto my face.
"Remember when we first met? One of your men threw me into the car, and my ribs got fucked. You carried me up these same stairs while I was yelling at you to stop touching my ass."
"Do you want me to stop touching your ass?"
"No. Why would I say don't touch my ass? Touch away," I chuckle, feeling his hands move towards my butt. Now I know how Blake and Anna feel all the time. "I want to keep this shirt."
"You can keep all of mine," He says sweetly as he tosses me onto the couch. "Let me go get some ice cream. Do you want chocolate?"
"Y-" I remember what the girls said at the party. "No, I'm not hungry." He disappears into the kitchen, and comes back with ice cream and chocolate. Even when I told him I'm not hungry.
I'll gain weight! Then he won't like me anymore! "You look beautiful, okay?" He tells me as if he just read my mind. "You can eat how much ever you want and you'll still be beautiful to me."
"I'll gain weight," I mumble insecurely.
"No, you won't. If you really feel insecure, which you shouldn't, then you can come to the gym with me," He puts plainly. "I also want you to know that I'm not forcing you to eat either. Your body, your decisions, but whatever decision you make, don't do it out of insecurity."
Fuck, he was the best boyfriend ever. Feeling slightly better, I take the chocolate from his hand, and pop it in my mouth, sucking on it slightly before chewing it. Adrian sits next to me and digs into his strawberry ice cream. I swear, this man lives on strawberries.
He had gotten an ear piercing a month ago, and it made him look so much more hotter. I swear, I could look at it all day. I scroll through a bunch of chanels on the TV before settling with Spongebob Squarepants.
I nuzzle my head into Adrian's neck, and just for fun, boop his nose. "You've been booped," I laugh. "By me." I don't know why this is so funny, but soon, I find myself laughing uncontrollably.
When I sober myself, I return my gaze back the TV screen. "Who's your favorite character?" I ask Adrian.
"Squidward," He replies without hesitation.
"I really like Plankton. He's a good person apart from trying to take over the Krusty Krab, you know?"
"Mhm. Do you want anything else to eat?"
I was going to answer 'you' but then that would just lead to some steamy making out and eventually sex, and I'm still sore, so... no thank you. "Can we order pizza?"
"Sure. Just ring the pizza place for me," He hands me his phone. We've given each other our passwords, and his password was my birthday. So it was only natural that I make my password his.
I quickly search up a pizza place, and ring their number. "Hello. This is Pizza Hut, how may we help you?" A voice from the other line picks up.
"Yeah, I'm going to need a veggie pizza. Large."
"Drinks?" I glance over at Adrian, who mouths 'Diet Coke' in my direction.
"A diet coke."
"That's all?"
"Oh! And breadsticks."
"Is that all?"
"Yeah. That's it."
"What's your address?"
I give them our address, and we're promised pizza in 20 minutes. "Let's order some vegan chinese food tonight."
"Whatever you want, we'll order."
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I munch merrily on the pizza, it's sheer deliciousness causing me to moan in delight. "You never moan like that when we're making out," Adrian grumbles.
"Jealous of pizza now are we?" I tease, taking another bite of the classic delicacy in my hand.
"I'm not jealous of pizza."
"You are. You are. You are."
"No."
"Don't you dare use that against me!" I gasp. He only grins wider.
"No."
"Adrian Black, I am going to physically hurt you. I'll use my ninja skills on you!"
"No."
I open my mouth to hurl more threats at him when my phone rings. Ugh! Who's interrupting my time with Adrian? Let me at their throat- Whoa there, Bailey. Calm your ass.
The contact reads "Mr. Rodriguez". I smile as I pick up the phone. I missed him so damn much! "Hey!" I chirp.
"Bailey," His voice rumbles seriously through the phone. "I'm sorry that I disturbed you for this."
"What's wrong?" I ask, concerned.
"Um... it's just that... Well... you know how... you know how Gene was in rehab?"
My smile fades away when I hear my dad's name. "Y-yeah?"
"He's out of rehab now. He came to my store last night, and he practically begged me to call you and tell you that he wants to see you."
My breathing stops for a split second as my mind takes me back to my past, as if it's almost refusing to live in the present. "W-what?" I croak out. I feel Adrian's hand wrap around mine, but they don't seem to help me like usual.
"I'm so sorry, girl. I know it's hard for you, but I promised him that I'll call you and let you know. Whether you want to or not, it's up to you."
"I- I d- don't know."
"Do you want me to tell him that?"
"Was he... was he sober?"
"He was and he still is."
I was surprised. Or shocked. Or a blend of both. I don't remember the last time I saw my dad sober. Even if he was, he was in a mad crave for more booze. I wanted to see him sober. A good sober.
But was it really worth it? I told myself I was never going back, but I expected my dad to be drunk till the end of his life. Now it's different. He's sober.
He wants to see me.
"Bailey? Is that a no?"
"Yes," I blurt out. "It's a yes."
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a/n: oh no. bailey's going to see her dad! dramaaaaaaaa! i really needed more drama, so here we are! with bailey going to see her dad.
anyway, right about now, i'm going to need an adrian. like need him.
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