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— cafune —
(v) tenderly running your fingers through your lover's hair
origin ; brazilian portuguese
The incessant ringing and dinging of my phone was trying my patience and it's lack thereof. Phoenix was sound asleep next to me, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist under the soft duvet. How he was still asleep was beyond me and I was a bit jealous he could sleep through this. Turning my head slightly to peak at the clock on his nightstand, I saw it read 7:39 am. Too fucking early, who in hell needs to talk to me at this time? The brute growled once I tried moving even the slightest and tightened his hold. God help me.
I grunted as I blindly reached for my phone sitting on his nightstand, cursing as it began ringing again.
"Adrianna Vasiliev of Vasiliev and Co. and Bazzi Enterprises, who's this?" I answered rudely. I need tea.
"Aleki Házel, hello Adrianna. How's everything going beautiful?"
"What do you want," I asked blankly. Aleki Házel, the businessman, player, and absolute bastard. Lovely.
He chuckled and I grew irritated; I was more than ready to snap at him, sneer some incoherent, but I faltered feeling Phoenix's hand trail from my lower back over my barely covered ass. My eyes darted over to his within a second and he was already staring at me. I gasped as he pulled me flush against him; we were chest to chest and I didn't miss the feeling of his erection against my lower abdomen. My lips slightly parted and I fought the moan trying to slip past my lips whilst he smirked.
I was reminded of the fact that I had someone on the phone once I heard his voice, "How about a lunch date at Petit Soho along with a proposal I have for you."
"How about a rain check on that date as you know I strictly do not mix my personal and business life together," I sneered and I watched as jealousy flashed in Phoenix's eyes, "and let's get on with the proposal, yeah?"
He chuckled again, - my fucking patience - "37.6 million for the chain of hotels in St. Petersburg's quarter."
"I want commission," I replied in a heartbeat.
"D-did you-"
"2.176% commission, Házel. I'll keep more than half the share," I cut him off, rolling my eyes.
"O-Okay," he said unsurely.
"I will write the check, you'll have twenty seven days to clear it, or the money will be voided and come back to my company."
"Alright, so we have a deal?"
"No, no," I chuckled, "We'll have a deal once we meet in St. Petersburg and you show me around the quarter. I'll have my PA Kendall set something up."
"Okay then, Ms. Vasiliev."
"Have a lovely day," I replied dryly and hung up.
"Who was that," Phoenix glared at the phone in my hand.
"Aleki Házel," I muttered, lazily throwing it on the nightstand.
"That bastard," he laughed maliciously, "Really asking my girl out," he glowered. I wasn't sure how a normal girl would've reacted, but I felt a sudden blush on my cheeks along with feeling turned on.
"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.
I was broken away from my thoughts when I heard a knock at the door and Celeste poked her head in.
"Hi, honey," she greeted in a sweet tone before chuckling, "you look just as lost as I was expecting. I'm supposing you'll need a dress and a pair of heels, no?" I offered a sheepish smile before she outstretched her hand for me to take.
"Please, take any dress you'd like," she nodded encouragingly as she ushered us into her closet. And holy fuck was it lavish - luxurious like. Not only was it quite opulent in size, but the clothing, the shoes, the bags it made it all the more classy. Celeste's closet reminded me much of a high class boutique, with it's high ceiling, beautiful wall and ceiling trims, and of course, it's gracious neutral hues.
"Any dress?" I asked a bit timidly as my eyes flickered everywhere. It was more impossible than not to settle on one place.
"Yes, Adrianna," she laughed lightly, "These dresses were all designed by me, over the years of course, if you need a slight alteration, I'm sure I can make it accordingly." My jaw dropped to the ground - quite literally - as I stared at her with wide eyes. There was well over a hundred dresses in this very closest, all designed by her? I walked over to a rack, deciding to start there and immediately I felt like crying out of indecisiveness. Every dress I've set my eyes on was perfect and I knew I was going to have a hard time choosing.
In the end, I settled for a creamy nude tulle dress. With a jewelled bodice, a deep v cut, and a split down the left leg, there wasn't another that could compare. Celeste seemed to be fond of the dress as well, saying it was one of her absolute favourites and it was a rather chic style; perfectly fitting for tonight.
"I believe a pair of nude pumps would be perfect for the dress," she chimed excitedly, running into her closet as I tried on the dress. She insisted I have a fitting before taking a shower so she could make any needed adjustments.
"So tell me, how's my baby boy," she beamed, taking a seat at the edge of her bed with the heels in hand. I blushed scarlet, looking down at the dress.
"H-He's perfect," I mumbled with a wide smile on my face.
"Come here," she waved in front of her as her eyes narrowed and her eyebrows raised every now and then, taking in the fitting of the dress, "Just perfect though?" She smirked and she assessed the waist fitting.
"He's practically the man of my dreams," I mutter in sheer discomfort. I was not expecting this talk, especially with his mom.
"Is the waist tight? Or is it tight around your breasts? I can undo a stitch or two," she asked worriedly. I twirled in the dress and swayed a bit before answering, "No, it feels impeccable," I smiled warmly.
"Okay," she breathed happily, "We'll talk about the Worthington men later," she winked, "But you need to get in the shower as do I and we need to get our makeup and hair done, so go, go!" She nearly rushed me out her room.
Half an hour later, I was dressed with my beige lace panties and I threw on a sports bra for the time being. Hopefully Celeste has silicone skin bras, oh my. I pulled over a fluffy bathrobe before making my way to her room again with my duffle bag.
She was already at her vanity, applying makeup when I walked in and the first thing I did was plug in my curling iron. Adrianna meets curly hair tonight.
"Do you need any help putting on makeup, my dear?" She asked as she did her eyeliner.
I laughed, pondering over it, "It's quite humorous actually. Pyper's the one to always do my makeup."
She smiled wistfully with a light in her eyes, "My beautiful daughter.
"Is she and Talon done playing around? Tell me their together," she pleaded, looking at the ceiling.
"Actually, they are," I answered cheekily, "However, I'm pretty sure Blake and I are the only ones that know. They're really trying to hide it from Phoenix, but we're not blind," I laughed and cried at the same time.
"My God, finally," she praised, "Those two tell me every bloody thing but as soon as it comes to relationships, they're two busy to talk with their mama," she pouted, "Hell! Even my Blakey Boy tells me all about his relationship, which is rather surprising as it is," she muttered whilst I laughed, nodding in agreement. But talking about them made me wonder why they weren't here with us too.
As if she heard my thoughts, "Pyper and Blake didn't come this time around, there's a bit of respect between the three siblings, I suppose you can say they have some sort of respect for each other. Especially because of some circumstances," she smiled sadly.
"Elliot?" The ghost of his name leaves my mouth and surprise flashes in her eyes, "Phoenix told you?"
"Then you must really be special, my dear, as much as I know, he's never talked about it with anyone but his family and his few friends - Judah, Marl, and Talon," she continued in awe and I smiled warily, "But with Phoenix, Pyper, and Blake, I'm sure you know Phoenix was unbelievably close with Elliot, yes?" I nodded, "So, I guess they just came up with this thing, when we return home from long trips, they let Phoenix spend time with us alone for a bit. And then they'll all come around some time later. Phoenix blamed himself, and I know my boy still does, for what happened to Elliot, and he takes up a lot of responsibility, much more than he should have to. So I suppose they just give him space to breathe around his father and I who he's most comfortable with.
"But enough of the sad talks," she frowned, placing her blush palette on the vanity, "We need to finish getting ready!"
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"Adrianna," Phoenix's breath caught in his throat upon seeing me descend down the stairs.
"P-Phoenix," I stutter, taking in his sexy appearance. He looked bloody striking in his crisp black and white tux and tie matching my dress.
"God really sent me an angel," he murmured, brushing his lips gently against mine, "You, my love, look wholly and utterly breathtaking, extraordinary." My lips turned upward in a smile I could not stop and he pulled my back flush against his chest, keeping his arm tightly around my waist. My eyes locked with his parents standing only feet away, staring at us adoringly.
§
A tired sigh escaped my lips as I stepped past the threshold of Phoenix's parent's mansion.
"Tired, baby," Phoenix whispered in my ear and I only nodded. His parents shut the door behind us and we simultaneously turned around to meet their gazes.
"Adrianna, thank you, really, for coming with us tonight, it meant a lot," Cartier smiled tenderly, "It meant a lot to Phoenix too," his voice rang with sincerity and Phoenix kissed my temple.
"But I'm sure you both are very tired after this very long night," he yawned himself, "See yourselves upstairs and have a goodnight, we'll be seeing ourselves to our room in a few," he pulled the both us along with Celeste in for a hug.
"Adrianna, every damn time I looked at you tonight, I believed I was looking at a goddess," Phoenix pushed me roughly against his door once he shut it closed.
"Yeah?" I questioned, my voice was breathy, it sounded more like a moan.
"Yes," he growled as his lips attacked my neck, "And for fucks sake some men don't fucking understand that you're mine," he sucked harshly at my flesh. I want more.
"Wh-what about all the beautiful women tonight," I fired back weakly. Surely there were far more beautiful women than me.
"I only have my eyes set on one woman and that's you, baby," he smashed his lips against mine.
"And there's only one man that catches my attention entirely and that's you, Phoenix," I moan his name when I feel his hard cock against my soaking wet heat. Fuck.
And then I remembered we didn't bring a bottle of fucking water. I think he realised at the same time too because he gave me dark look in his eyes, "The water," he gritted through his teeth. We shared this thing in common - blatantly despising drinking water straight from the faucet and we always kept two bottles of water next to us at night in case we got thirsty. And well, tonight was no exception.
"I'll go get it," I whispered hurriedly.
"Don't take too long, baby," he slapped my ass playfully as I yelped and turned around, opening the door. Why? Why of all fucking time did this have to happen now?
"Adrianna!" Celeste exclaimed when she saw me enter the kitchen. Both Celeste and Cartier stood by the island counter, flutes filled with wine and they talked quietly amongst themselves.
"I just need two bottles of water," I laugh nervously, feeling as if I interrupted something. Well the fucking water interrupted Phoenix and I!
"Come right up, lovely," Cartier put his flute down before shuffling around the kitchen.
"Adrianna, you looked gorgeous tonight, I hope you know," Celeste furrowed her thin brows with sincerity.
"Thank you," I beamed, "I'll have the dress to you in-"
"Keep it," she deadpanned.
"I- what?"
"Adrianna, I'm sure you've figured I don't wear half those bloody dresses. And you, you looked wondrous tonight as I've already told you," she gave me a stern look to which I sheepishly smiled, "The dress fits you too perfectly, so please, I am asking you to keep it," she nodded eagerly.
"A-Are you sure?" I questioned again shyly.
"Yes! And if tonight has shown me anything in clear cut clarity, it's that my baby boy is in love and you are the reason. Adrianna, trust me when I say that tonight, tonight has been the happiest I've seen my son, in quite a while. And I mean genuinely and sincerely happy, not just smiling or laughing to fake it. He had one of the most realest smiles I've seen him wear in a long time; a smile that I miss very much. And it's because of you, because you were standing by his side the entire night. I don't know what else to say but thank you," Celeste wiped a tear from her eye as did I. I didn't even realise I was crying until I tasted salty tears.
"I disappeared for two minutes and come back to find you two weeping and wallowing, what happened?" Cartier asked, clearly taken aback as he set two bottles on the counter.
"Absolutely nothing," Celeste laughed, "I was just thanking Adrianna for fixing our little boy."
Cartier gave an all knowingly tender smile, "That you did, lovely. That you very much did."
"Goodnight, darling, sleep well," Celeste smiled softly as both of them came around and pulled me in for a hug. Their hugs are soft, I'll have more please.
"Goodnight to you two as well," I returned faintly, grabbing the water and padded my way back upstairs to Phoenix.
Softly, I turned the knob and pushed the door open, just to be greeted by the most lovely scene ever. Phoenix sat up against his bed's headboard, changed out of his tux and into just a pair of Calvin's and joggers, with thick framed square glasses perched on his face and his head bent low as he read what looked to be The Alchemist.
His head snapped up in my direction when he heard me shut the door, "Adrianna."
"You wear glasses," I smiled in awe.
"Don't remind me," he rolled his eyes, grinning.
"But I love them," I pouted. He looked taken aback as he stood up, placing the novel down and striding over to me.
"Do you really?"
I nodded enthusiastically and squealed as he picked me up. Immediately my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms went around his neck. Without a moment's hesitation he had me banged against his door. I felt rather sexy, having him against me half naked whilst I was still dressed so elegantly.
"I fucking love this dress on you, étoile filante," he groaned as his lips found the column of my neck. I moaned softly as my hands left his neck to thread through his hair.
"Phoenix," I gasp, feeling his erection through his joggers and my dress against my soaking heat.
"Surprised?"
"Yes," I moaned, "I didn't even do anything," I rambled.
"For starters, do you really fucking think I don't know you're not wearing a bloody bra," he moaned in pain as his eyes shut close. It was as if he couldn't wait to have me, to fuck me into oblivion. His eyes snapped open again, and I could see it clearly, he was anticipating what next would happen between us.
"But just hearing your voice makes me hard, Adrianna," he grunted, pushing himself against me even more - if that was possible, "Fuck, you can just look at me and I get hard, especially with those sexy, sultry gazes of yours baby," he groaned against me, grinding. He induced what could have been loud moans from me, but successfully shut me up by attacking my lips with his. Our tongues danced together, fought for dominance before I gave into him.
He pulled away, just as breathless as I was, "I'm still fucking hard, baby, fix it," he grunted, walking us over to his bed and gently throwing me on it.
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no, no sex yet ;) but soon, i can promise you that. in the meantime, have away with your own imagines !