As Adrian stood up, a collective gasp swept across the room, the shock and amazement unmistakable on every face. For a moment, there was absolute silence, as if everyone was holding their breath, trying to comprehend what they were witnessing. And then, the applause began, a low rumble that quickly grew into a roar of admiration and astonishment. People clapped, cheered, and even rose from their seats, unable to contain their excitement at seeing Adrian stand for the first time in what felt like forever.The whispers and murmurs of admiration became a hum in the room, each voice adding to the chorus of praise and disbelief. The crowd buzzed with excitement, even after Adrian carefully sat back down. It was as though he had ignited a spark, a beacon of hope and inspiration, and the energy in the room seemed almost electric. As guests returned to their seats, still casting glances Adrian's way, they resumed their drinks and conversations, but the admiration in their eyes lingered. I cou
After we were done, we slipped into the limo and settled into the seats, I couldn’t shake the words Adrian had said back there, the ones about family and everyone in the room being important to him, but most especially the ones about me—dis I really meant so much to him?. I kept replaying them in my mind, wondering if he really meant them or if it was just a part of his public performance. With everything going on, it was hard to tell. Part of me wanted to believe every word he said, but I couldn’t ignore the nagging doubt in the back of my mind. Was it genuine, or was he just selling an image?Adrian seemed to pick up on my silence. He glanced over, studying me for a moment before asking, “What’s on your mind?”Startled, I quickly pulled myself out of my thoughts. “Oh, nothing,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I was just…thinking about how awful Gregory can be. He always has some agenda, doesn’t he?”Adrian raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk forming as he settled back into his seat.
Our server came by, and we ended up ordering an assortment—mini sandwiches, fries, a milkshake, and a slice of chocolate cake that looked like it could solve any problem in the world. Once the food started arriving, I didn’t hold back, finally letting myself enjoy every bite. Adrian watched me with an amused look, shaking his head as I reached for a fry. “You really were hungry, huh?” “Hey, you said it was a snack night. Might as well enjoy it,” I said, shrugging and popping a fry into my mouth. He chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink. “I can’t argue with that.” We talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and laughing as we ate. I told him about a few embarrassing childhood moments, and he shared a story about sneaking out as a teenager, getting caught, and having to do all the chores for a week as punishment. It felt natural and easy, like we’d known each other for years. At one point, I noticed a bit of whipped cream on his lip from his milkshake and laughed,
The next morning, I woke up with a burst of excitement. It was one of those days when everything seemed to click. I was really starting to feel comfortable in this place, and the possibilities ahead filled me with energy. Things had been moving quickly, and for once, I was looking forward to what was to come. I could finally see a future where I was in control, where I had a chance to make something of myself.I walked into the kitchen to make breakfast, my mind already racing with what the day could bring. I had so many things to get done, but for now, I needed to eat. Just as I was about to grab the cereal, my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, and for a split second, I hesitated. Then, curiosity took over, and I picked up.“Hello?” I answered, my voice steady, but there was a hint of curiosity.“Good morning. This is Donald, your father’s vice president,” a deep, calm voice replied on the other end of the line.“Oh, good morning,” I greeted him, surprised but trying to keep my
I walked into the Balsam restaurant, heart racing and palms slightly sweaty. This was the moment—my first real test as the president of my father’s company. The private room where I was supposed to meet the investors was dimly lit, exuding an air of exclusivity that made me feel both nervous and excited. Donald, my father’s vice president, was already seated, his back straight and his expression unreadable.“Good evening,” I greeted him as I took my seat across from him. He nodded, his usual serious demeanor in place.The two investors hadn’t arrived yet, but the air was thick with anticipation. I tried to remain composed, but my thoughts kept racing. The stakes were high tonight. These investors could either help save the company or take it down entirely. I had to handle this carefully.Just as the thought crossed my mind, the door opened, and the investors walked in, both men dressed in sharp suits that screamed money. They weren’t here to talk business casually—they were here to ma
Donald offered to drive me home, his voice filled with concern as he insisted on making sure I got there safely. It was hard to resist; I was still rattled from the evening’s ordeal, and the idea of not facing a silent, lonely drive sounded like a small mercy. Once we reached my place, I thanked him warmly, doing my best to brush off the tension still coiling tightly inside me, and stepped out of the car. As I walked up to the door, I tried to shake off the night’s ugliness, but the anger and frustration were stubborn.Inside, I was met with an unexpected surprise. Adrian was seated in the living room, glancing up as soon as he heard the door open. He rose to greet me, a welcoming smile on his face. That familiar warmth in his expression was like a balm, easing some of the nerves I hadn’t realized were still knotted inside me.“Adrian,” I said, startled and pleasantly surprised, my brows lifting in astonishment. “Were you... waiting for me?”He nodded, his smile softening as he looked
As Adrian ended the call, his jaw still tight with residual anger, I placed a hand on his arm, hoping to ease some of the tension.“That wasn’t necessary, you know,” I said softly.He looked at me, unwavering. “No one disrespects my wife and gets away with it.”I offered a grateful smile, deciding it was time to share the one piece of good news from the evening. “Well, today wasn’t a total loss. Someone’s actually interested in investing twenty million. His name is James Connelly.”Adrian’s expression softened slightly, though a hint of skepticism flickered in his eyes. “James Connelly, huh? Sounds a bit... interesting. But good news, nonetheless.”I shrugged, feeling cautious. “I’m not sure yet—it could be a scam.”Adrian’s lips curved into a reassuring smile. “Simple solution. Ask him to send the money first. That way, we’ll know he’s serious.”I chuckled, realizing how straightforward and brilliant his suggestion was. “Thank you, Adrian,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around him. He
"Can two fingers go in?" Adrian whispered to me in a husky voice.I didn't understand what he meant, so I said whatever came to my mind."Yes," I replied in a meek tone. Immediately he heard my answer, his hand moved to the Hem of my skirt at, that was when the meaning of his question hit me hard. I wanted to stop him from going anyfurther but his hands were faster.He slid his fingers into me, "do you like it?" He asked staring at me. What he was doing to me, mademe loose my sense of reasoning."Umm yeah," I replied in a hungry tone. He started pulling his fingers hard, into and out of me. "Yes, I love it, harder! Harder! Please don't even think of slowing down," I said in a hoarse but warning tone. I continuously moaned for him."As you wish my lady," he said, increasing the pace of his finger."Oh yeah! Yeah, keep going."My voice drifted away from me in pleasure."Lana?" Adrian called out my name in a hoarse voice."Yes," I replied in a meek tone."Do you want me as much as I w