Two weeks later...
~Ria's POV~
I tried rolling over on the soft mattress. Keyword here is, tried. Because that was when I realized I was trapped. I looked down to my waist and a small smile spread on my lips when my eyes fell on the arm spooning me close to it's owner's body. I slowly eased myself on the hold and turned around. My smile grew bigger when I saw Adam sleeping soundly next to me, holding me close to his broad chest. His face was so adorable when he was sleeping; his eyes closed peacefully, his luscious lips parted as he breathed through his mouth and his gave me and I slipped my hands in his soft, thick locks. I started running my fingers through his soft blonde hair was tousled from sleep.
I snuggled closer in his warm arms, savoring the fuzzy feeling that it gave me. A small smile played on Adam's lips, telling me how much he liked what I was doing. That small gesture was all the encouragement I needed and I continued doing just that with a content smile.
A lot had happened these two weeks. To begin with, I had moved into Adam's penthouse. I know it is pretty fast considering we have only been in a relationship for less than a month but in our defense, I really had little choice. Zoey had gone to France with Seb and won't be back till the end of this month from their romantic getaway. Rahul said that his movie course won't start until February so naturally he went back to Mumbai. So I was alone in the apartment until Adam came to know of this and whisked me away to his penthouse like my knight in shining Armani. I protested, I really did. But every one of my rational thoughts flew out of the window when he simply silenced me with a heated kiss.
So, many of you may be wondering about my six month deadline or even Adam's return back to CA. Everything seemed so impertinent in our blissful relationship. I send Rahul back home with a note to my parents that I won't be back until I feel comfortable to do so and Adam had temporarily shifted his office to here in New York. I know we must look like rebellious teenagers to our parents and all others but we really didn't want go back when we are at the height of adult relationship. Oh no, we never did that intimate leap in our relationship. Wordlessly Adam showed me how much he was different from Vicky. He pulled away from me every time he felt he was crossing the line, even when I never asked him to. He knew I wasn't ready and I was more than grateful about that.
"Take a picture, itwill last longer" Adam rasped with his eyes still closed, his voice thick fromsleep. And I had to admit that it was sexy. I giggled and stopped my fingersrunning through his hair.
He squirted his eyes open and I looked into his light blue pools. His eyes always reminded me of the clear skies when he smiled at me lovingly.
"Why did you stop?" He enquired with a cute pout.
I grinned and planted kiss on his nose, "Didn't you ask me to take a picture?" I turned my body slightly away from his and reached out to the nightstand. I grabbed my phone and snuggled back into his strong arms as I set the camera.
Adam tucked stray stand of my hair behind my ears and pressed his lips to my ears. "What are you doing, beautiful?" He asked me in a husky whisper that gave me goosebumps. I positioned the camera in my outstretched hand and nudged him to face the camera. The stubborn man simply nuzzled my neck as I gave a wide smile to the camera that went off. The picture wasn't what I wanted it to be but anyone with a pair of eyes and a functioning brain can tell that we were so full of love.
Love. We never exchanged those four letter and I wasn't disappointed or anything. I understood the mental struggle Adam was going through when he was letting another woman into his life again. I know that it takes everything in him to admit that he was romantically attracted to me or when he wanted to take me out on a date. Like the first night I was in his penthouse I chose to spend my night in one of the guest rooms. I could see it in his face that he wanted to sleep with me, just be with me and hold me close. I knew he was dying to ask me but never uttered a word even when I disappeared behind the doors of the guest room. But I stirred late at night to find that I was in his room, with him holding me close to him. I simply smiled and looped my hand on his neck, pulling him to me as he comfortably nuzzled my neck sleepily. Then the next day onwards I always spend my nights with him next to me, without waiting for him to ask me.
That was Adam and I accepted him as he was. And he was right. I was going to heal him. Even when he never told me those words, I could see it in his mesmerizing eyes and that's all I ask.
"Adam! Look, you ruined the picture!" I whined as I tossed my phone away. I couldn't be more wrong. That picture was perfect, in every sense of word.
Adam rose his head, with a lazy smile playing on his lips. "We could take hundreds more, baby. Just stop moving." He commanded me and nuzzled his head on my neck, planting a kiss on the base of my neck and continuing to kiss a wet trail down my throat. I giggled as I started running my hands through his hair again. But a sudden thought made me freeze and shoot up in the bed, Adam thrown away from me and was laying on his back, dazed. Soon he also shot up beside me and pulled me into his lap protectively as he looked around frantically.
"What happened?" He asked me when he couldn't find any intruders or cookie monsters in his bedroom.
I sat up in his lap and scowled at him. "What do you mean 'what happened'? You are late for your office mister!" I stabbed him on his chest with my index finger, right where his skull tattoo was.
"Women..." Adam huffed and pulled me back into the bed, conveniently continuing what he was doing moments ago. I pulled back and took his large face into my hands, so that I can see his face once again.
"Explain that Adam Cristopher Lexwood." I said sternly and he cringed on hearing me call his full name.
He propped himself on his elbow and snaked his other arm to my narrow waist, pulling me into his chest. "I am the boss, Ria. I can take a leave whenever the hell I like." He huffed arrogantly as I rolled my eyes at his words.
"This is the second time this week." I tried reasoning with him. "Just because you and I came together doesn't mean you don't have any responsibilities. Go to work, Adam...I am right here and I am not going anywhere any time soon." I assured him as I traced the intricate tattoos on his chest with my fingers.
A smile spread on his face as he bend down and planted a chaste kiss on my forehead. I looked up at his eyes, green on blue and smiled back contently. It was here I found peace, happiness; in this man's arms.
"Will I get a good morning kiss, then?" He asked, his eyes filled with playfulness.
I laughed and pulled myself up to his face before taking his stubbly check in my palm of my hand and placed a lingering kiss on the other. I pulled back but Adam was shaking his head.
"That was not a real kiss, sweetheart. Give me a real one." He tsked.
"That was!" I gasped, "Now be off!"
With a fluid motion he swooped down, capturing my lips in a blink of an eye. I smiled on to the kiss and responded without any hesitation. Adam took advantage of my response and kissed me deeper and harder that left me panting for more. As we broke apart, he peppered me with kisses down my jaw and neck, licking and sucking at some places. As he reached my collarbone, I couldn't help but let out a moan at the sensation he was giving me.
"Adam..." I moaned as he kissed my soft spot behind my ears. His grip on my hips tightened as I pulled him closer with my hand that was clutching his hair in a fist.
"You know" He growled in my ears, his voice deep with need, "My name sounds so sexy when you moan it." With that he bit down on my earlobe, making me cry out in pleasure. I blushed beet red when I realized how turned on I was. He licked a path under my ears as his hands pushed my tank top a little bit and his warm hands took its place soon. I couldn't help but moan but my moan was smothered by Adam's lip roughly claiming mine yet again.
I melted into his arms, all dazed as he played me well like a fiddle. He made me moan and writhe under him as hundreds of the nerves of my body became alive at his tantalizing touch.
As soon as everything started to become steamy between us, he simmered his kisses to loving pecks, leaving me craving...no, needing for more. With one last kiss, his stormy blue eyes that were darkened with pure lust met mine which were no different from what his were.
"We need to stop, sweetheart. I don't think it is wise to stay in the bed any longer." He said as he helped me sit up in the bed, his voice thick with desire. I nodded, still under the trance of the skills he just displayed on me.
Who knew I had so much of wanton in me to moan so unashamedly when this guy kissed and touched me in all the right places?
I blushed as I slid out of the bed and trotted away to the bathroom. Just as I was about to close the door, I saw Adam running a hand on his hair and muttering, "I need a cold shower."
*
I looked at the message once again, glinting on the screen of my iPhone.
Coming home at 7. Dress nice, I am taking you out.
-Adam
The moment the message came to me while I was hungrily wolfing down Maria's miracles on the dining table, I abandoned Grey's Anatomy re-run and dialed Anderson as if my life depended on it. I almost pitied the poor guy as he drove me about in the Manhattan's top boutiques. I pulled out an aquamarine dress and immediately stiffed my barf.
Yuk, who would even wear that?
I shoved it away and started groping other dresses in a hurry as if the hellhounds were chasing me. To my right, a burnette model-like chick scooped up the aqua dress and sashayed to the trail room.
Apparently, people like her wears them.
No offence though.That women had an hourglass figure and a perfect DD cup which will make herlook stunning even if she wore a trashbag. But I don't have much of processionsto brag about. Soon my wandering hands found a simple black bodycon dress thatsimply screamed 'ME!' as soon as I pulled it out. It was had a high neck andlong sleeve that gave it an illusion of being modest when it had a sexy spiltthat was sure to showcase my long legs. It also had a bare back that would makemy back look good without making it too slutty. I smiled like Grinch as I skipped to the trail room.
Perfect, I judged as I twirled about in the small cabin. The dress hugged my gentle curves and accentuated my long legs. I quickly changed out and drove to a beauty salon.
I put on the dress and the hair stylist started on my frizzy hair which I asked her to pull up in a tight ponytail. I rarely put my hair up in a pony due to its voluminous size but the stylist did the tedious job quite beautifully. Then she started doing my make-up in a natural evening style that had smoky eyes and deep red lips. My manicure and pedicure was done before I slipped onto the nude heels that went smooth with the dress.
In all, when I saw myself on the mirror after everything, I was more than confident about my looks. I did a few poses and a few selfies when another message ping-ed on my notifications.
La Sirène. Table 9.
-Adam
And I was running. Within I arrived at the posh restaurant where elegantly dressed couples were dining in hushed whispers. I clutched my black purse tightly as I approached the receptionist.
"Hi. I am here to meet---"
I couldn't complete my question when I felt a light tap on my shoulders. I turned round to meet a middle aged man in tip-top uniform and a gentle smile.
"Ms. Ria Malhotra?" He asked.
"Yes?" I replied.
"Mr. Lexwood is expecting you. Please follow me."
So I did. I followed the polite man into the luxurious interiors of the French restaurant as I scanned my surroundings. Soon the man halted at a table and showed me to it before disappearing. Adam turned around to meet me with a smile that lit his eyes handsomely. He was in his business suit that made him look stunning as always. I will never get used to this man in suit.
"You look beautiful tonight, Ria." His deep baritone told me as I blushed slightly.
"You clean up good too." I told him with a smile as he opened the seat to me. I slid in and he tucked me in. "Why the sudden date?" I asked him, "You could have informed me before."
Adam's smile was contagious. "Actually it was Anderson's idea. He told me it is not so gentlemanly if I offer my girl a date at least once a month." My lips pulled up into a grin.
"And to think that I tortured the poor soul with my dress shopping."
Adam laughed to that which I followed. The waiter came to take our orders interrupting our conversation momentarily. Once he was gone Adam turned to me again, with the white wine in his hands just as mine. The conversation flowed smooth between us. We teased each other, laughed and talked some more, flirted a bit more. It has always been like this and I secretly hoped that it stayed the same way; the way we are so free with each other.
"Aaron called he today." He told me suddenly.
"Really? What did he say?" I asked enthusiastically.
"About a date with you?" He replied with distaste and I sighed.
"Adam it is high time you let go of the grudges you hold against him. I see him as a good friend and nothing----"
Adam's warm hands engulfed mine, making me stop short. I looked up to his electric blue eyes that held a host of very true and even raw emotions. I gulped.
"Ria, if there is anyone I trust the most, it is you. It is just that...." He trailed off and I entwined our hands on the table.
"I know." I said and Adam smiled softly. "If you want me to cancel it, I will call him and---"
"No."
"What?" I looked into his eyes as he shook his head.
"You should go on a date with him. You promised right? Come to think of it, I really need to move on from this paranoia. Without him we wouldn't have come together and I really need to respect that." He told me and was smiling like a doofus.
Oh how I love this doofus!
"The end of this week, I have to go back to California briefly so I won't be home whole day to keep you company. If you want you can fix a date with him that day." He told me as if trying to keep his cool but terribly failing to do so. I stroked the top of his hand lovingly as I started into his eyes with sincere happiness.
"Thanks, Adam. You don't know what this means to me---"
"Adam? Is that you?"
A third voice cut my speechshort and I looked up to see who it was. Near our table stood a blondebombshell who was simply flawless in every manner possible with the red flamedress that showed off her perfect hourglass figure. Her blonde hair was in aloose bun and her cold grey eyes were focused on Adam who looked at the woman as if he had seen a ghost. The woman was painfully gorgeous that made me feel terribly inferior and self-conscious but something about her was not right. Her calculative grey eyes told me that beyond the goddess-like looks there is more to this woman.
Who was she?
"Chloe..." Adam breathed, making my perfect world come crashing down in a blink of an eye.
*
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