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"Why are you packing sunscreen?" I question. "It's literally January." We were leaving for the evening flight, which was in seven hours. As of now, I had no idea where we were going because Adrian claimed that it was going to be a surprise.
Bullshit, is what I say to that. I'm going to need to where we're going. I'm not going to 'solve the mystery'. Ain't nobody got time for that.
"Don't question me," Adrian replies, as he dumps a few more things into the suitcase. I kick his shin, just for fun. "Ow!" He yelps, but continues to pack.
"Adrian Romero, if you're not going to tell me where we're going, then at least tell me why you need sunscreen!"
"You can never be too careful," He states like one of those grandmothers. My hands itch to wrap around his neck and shake him into his senses. "And don't call me Romero."
"Gopher!"
"Let's not do this right now."
"No."
"I-"
"No."
"I love you."
I smile. "No."
"I'm done packing. Let's begin driving to the airport. I still can't believe you made me take the regular flight instead of my private jet," He complains.
"It's bad for the environment."
"Pfft," He scoffs but I frown at him. "You're totally right."
"Thank you." I reply as I wrap my very noodle-like arms around the suitcase and begin to hoist it down the stairs. After one step, I drop it back down on the ground. "Why is this shit so heavy? Adrian, are you smuggling a dead body in here?"
"It's not even that heavy," He shrugs as he takes the suitcase from me with one hand and holds the other one with his other hand. Pfft, show off. I was just being modest by pretending I couldn't lift it. That's totally what happened.
"Why are we even packing this much for a one week trip?"
"You can never be too careful."
"I will hurt you if you don't tell me."
He simply ignores me and carries the bags down the stairs. "Why don't you ask your men to do it?" I ask him.
"They are here to help me with my mafia, not carry bags for me," He answers. I roll my eyes and shake my head but I have to admire that he doesn't ask them to do small things for him.
"You've been working out a lot more. Your back muscles look ripped," I compliment. Once he places the bags down, he turns to me, flexing his biceps.
"You like them?" He smirks, flexing his arms. I think I drooled a little here as his muscles contract and relax.
"I like them very much. Can I feel them?" Bitch, shut up! He's your ex-boyfriend! He's supposed to be working to get you back! You can't just feel his muscles!
"They're all yours," He replies, holding his arms out to me. I almost run towards him before I can stop myself and wrap my arms around his muscle. They're so hard... They feel amazing!
"I want to go to the gym with you," I tell him. "My arms are literal noodles, and my stamina doesn't even match that of a rat's."
"Okay."
"You're supposed to say 'No, Bailey. You're perfect!' Not agree with me!" I hiss.
"You're perfect. But I also want to see you do some sexy squats," He admits. Does he not have a filter on his mouth?!
You're one to talk.
"Let's go. Now. Before we fly to whichever country you're taking me to."
"Okay," He nods, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Why do I find that hot? Good grief, I really want him to prove his love for me so I can go back to kissing him! "This way," He leads me further into his mansion. A place that I've probably never even bothered to explore.
"You have a pool?!" I shout, looking through glass walls to see a large indoor pool. "How did I not know this?"
"You never come here. That's why."
"Can we go in the pool?"
"I thought you wanted to go to the gym?"
"No! I want the pool! I've never been in a pool before," I squeal. I think his eyes flashed with slight sadness before he opens the glass doors to his pool.
"Do you know how to swim?"
"Of course I know how to swim? What do you think? I've never been in a pool before?" I scoff sarcastically. He rolls his eyes, before smiling.
"Strip."
"Whoa there, Adrian."
"You can't go in a pool fully clothed."
"I don't have swimwear."
"Lucky for you... Anna stashes a bunch of swimwear in here. She doesn't even use them. You can wear them if you'd like."
"Have you seen her and me? I literally have no ass or chest while she's got such perfect curves."
"I think you're beautiful. And I'm sure they'd fit. She doesn't even check their size. Here, let me go get one," He makes his way towards a closet and brings out two swimsuits. One is red, and the other is purple.
"You can change in the cute little room over there. Or, you can change in front of me," He winks. "I won't mind." Oh my, since when did Adrian get so cocky and perverted? Or was he always like that?
"I'm choosing that cute little room," I snap snarkily before stomping off into the room and close the door behind me. I strip out of my clothes and then slip into the swimsuit. To my surprise, it fits perfectly. The only problem is that my scars show off.
"Are you done?" Adrian asks from outside.
"Uh... yeah," I reply, looking at my scars. Why are they there? Why does it have to be me? I hate that they remind me of my dad. They never made me feel so anxious before. Why now?
Slowly, I open the door and Adrian gapes at me. "You look hot," He states, scanning my body lustfully.
"Adrian, I'll murder you. Just let me get in the pool," I grumble before walking towards the pool stairs and slowly climbing in. Oh my, it's so warm. I love it! Soon, my entire body is in the water, apart from my head.
That's when Adrian casually takes his shirt off his body and takes his sweats off until he's in nothing but his boxers. I close my eyes and turn away from him. He's making me horny and I'm not allowed to be horny after we've broken up.
Why does he have to be so hot?! I feel a slight ripple of water, and look at Adrian, who's now in the pool. With me. I take a minute to be a complete pervert and stare at his abs. They're covered in tattoos, like usual, but they look harder than before.
He's definitely been working out because I could trace his abs perfectly. They're so... there. Not to mention he's really thick and his leg muscles look incredibly smexy.
Pool sex wouldn't be such a bad idea... WHAT?! NO! He broke up with you, remember?! You're supposed to hate him with a passion!
But I love him with a passion...
"The pool is nice, isn't it?" I smile innocently at him.
"You look hot," He drawls. "You're going to make me hard."
My eyes instantly shoot down... there until he lifts my chin up and away from his baby-making tool. "You're such a pervert," He tells me.
"I'm glad I made you hard. Now suffer from those blue balls," I retort.
"You're not very nice," He mumbles. "I was hoping we could have some pool sex."
"Adrian?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"Okay."
A playful smile forms on his face, as lifts me out of the pool and tosses me back in. I get completely submerged in the water, and I close my eyes before frantically looking for the ground. When I place my feet down, I bob my head back up and glare at Adrian.
Oh this is on. This is so on.
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a/n: well, i updated. well, i can't talk much, my head hurts a lot. well, my head hurts almost daily so like i'm used to it but today it hurts more ð anyway, thank you so much for reading.
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