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"Adrianna, don't look at me like that," he said sternly.

"L-Like what," I stuttered, feeling dazed and confused.

"Like you want me to fuck you, right here, and right now," he answered through gritted teeth. He looked like he was having a bit trouble keeping control - his eyes were glazed over with lust, lust, and lust.

Fuck me, the slut in my head moaned as I bit my lip.

"Adrianna," he growled roughly, squeezing my ass.

"Mhm," I moaned softly, closing my eyes. He pulled his hand away along with getting up from the cloud like bed. I frowned, rolling over to his side of his bed and greedily inhaling his scent before opening my eyes again.

"What're you doing there, my love," his eyes twinkled as he grinned boyishly.

"N-nothing," I mutter quickly, blushing crimson. The blush deepened tenfold as I drank in his appearance - dishevelled hair, shirtless and joggers hung lowly on his waist. His canvas of a body was beautifully on display and my eyes trailed down his exceptionally carved eight pack to his prominent v-line disappearing in his joggers. He was so fucking sexy.

My eyes widened once I took into realisation that he had taken a few threatening steps towards me on the bed. I sat up promptly, pulling up the duvet to cover my nearly naked body. He smirked devilishly, having already seen my coral lace bra. Did I forget to mention? Last night, we fell asleep unknowingly - Phoenix only in his current fit, and me in just my matching undergarments. What fun!

He picked me up in his arms bridal style, walking us into his en suite and set me gently on his counter.

"Let's wash up and head downstairs for breakfast, my love," he rummaged in his cabinets for another toothbrush. Together, we brushed our teeth and we washed our faces. I pulled on the pair of yoga shorts I was supposed to sleep in last night and took it upon myself to look through Phoenix's closet for a shirt.

"Aren't you lovely, wearing my clothes," he grinned boyishly upon seeing me and I giggled.

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After eating breakfast with his parents - who were surprisingly up as early as us - we spent most of the day with him giving me a tour around the mansion. And to say I was in love would be a grand understatement. I was slightly infatuated with the library and the piano room; the library, well that in itself was self explanatory, and the piano room? It was beautiful, with a grand piano sitting in the very middle and two of the four walls were windows overlooking the waves rolling onto the shore. The Worthington's and their houses with ocean views. The wallpaper of the room was also perfect - an antique and vintage look to music notes on staffs. The ceiling of the room was high and an ethereal chandelier hung in the middle. And lastly, on one side of the room, there were shelves - a vinyl player and two violins situated on the very top shelf, and the rest underneath stacked with vinyls and music sheets.

Tonight was the night of the gala I was supposedly accompanying Phoenix to. And to be fairly honestly, I was a bloody nervous wreck. Celeste and Cartier's hospitality extended far enough to let me take up residence in one of their eleven bedrooms.

So here I was now, standing in the middle of the lilac room adorned with creamy coloured furniture, anxious as ever. As the invitation was entirely unexpected, all I brought with me was my makeup bag, a curling iron, and two outfits that weren't elegant in the slightest. I had neither a dress nor shoes and with three hours to get ready, I wasn't exactly sure how I'd acquire a dress. Or shoes for that matter.