Adam’s POV
“Well,” Anabelle said as she ended the call, a resolute look on her face.
“Well what?” I demanded, narrowing my gaze. She had better not be about to say what I was thinking or shit was going to hit the fucking fan.
“The cake is going to be thirty minutes late,” Anabelle’s words put a sour taste in my mouth.
“Hell no!” I hissed, clenching my hands in a fist.
“What is it?!” My mother yelled from her bedroom and Anabelle shot me a warning look.
I had forgotten I was standing in my mother’s hallway, waiting for her as the stylist dressed her up. She had been so teary when she found out I’d invited her favorite stylist from some TV series she used to watch, shipping the spunky lady all the way from France. I was happy if she was. Isabella Stone de
Madeline's POV"Take a deep breath Miss Black," My stylist soothed as she struggled to pull the zipper of the dress. "And suck in-"I turned over my shoulder, giving her a dead stare. "Suck in what?"I already had the flattest stomach possible. Anymore and my organs would be screaming for air. There was nothing to suck in anymore and she had better not finish the sentence or I was going to deck the shit out of her."Nothing," she mumbled quickly and focused on yanking the zipper. Good at least she got the memo. I turned back to face the mirror, staring at the black dress I wore.The dress code for the event had been black, gold and royal blue. My hands ran over the coarse material, lips curling in distaste. It was a ball gown. Tight around the waist, snatched enough to make me feel a little dizzy in the head and then billowing out on the hips. It fel
Adam’s POVA hundred rollers and three hours later, I found myself standing on the balcony of the hall where Isabella Stone’s birthday party was to be held.I ran a finger on the railing, taking note of every detail of the hall. The balcony where I stood was quite the vantage point. It was in the hall and connected to the ground floor through stairs that run on either side.However I had made sure it was reserved for me. The party had begun but I wanted some peace and quiet so I could confirm that everything was according to plan.The podium where my mother would stay when she arrived had a grand blue sofa, with a number of pillows and a nice egyptian stool.Behind the sofa, were long flowing golden curtains that draped down. They were made of pure gold, beaten into thin shimmering strands to form a curtain.The hall was in one of my hotels clos
Eve's POV"What on earth are you doing?"I looked up from my fingers to see an annoyed Tom standing at the door. I couldn't see his face clearly, because he stood against the light and looked like he was far away from where I sat on the bed.But I could feel the intense annoyance pouring off him in waves. He looked like he was itching for another opportunity to bash me.My shoulders shook in a shiver and I closed my eyes briefly. It had been three days since the crazy man I was stuck with for the rest of my miserable life, had rendered every single thing I had worked hard on in the past year to bits. He had ripped it all to shreds and made sure I regretted trying to stop him.But other than regret, there was intense simmering pain. The last drawing was all I had left of Adam. And it was gone. Just like all the other things that made me happy. My home town, my fa
Adam's POV"Fuck,"She was beautiful. Better than all my fantasies put together. The music faded into the distance, the chattering and murmurings dimmed. All I could see, all I could think about was the woman I had spent weeks longing for.She was here.Dressed in the prettiest dress I had to have seen. Gold fabric draped against her lovely frame, wrapping her around the waist snugly and then slowly trailing the delicate, dangerous curve of those hips.My mouth watered as an image of me on my knees, trailing my mouth over that soft, satiny skin, tasting her, worshiping her."No," I said to myself, trying to stop my fucking fantasies. My pants had tightened, and I had to grip the railings to keep myself from trembling like a fool and stop myself from doing something worse like march downstairs, haul her over my shoulders and c
Adam's POV"You certainly do not look a day older, Isabella,," The master of ceremony teased climbing on stage to hold my mother's hands.She sat on her grand sofa before all, looking the most relaxed and happy I had seen her in a long time. She was dressed in a gold sequined dress that gave her a haughty look.But that was until she smiled.And my mother had the loveliest of smiles. When she did, it was like a full blown gasket that made everyone's day. She flashed the MC one of those smiles and he gave a rather dramatic pause, clutching his chest."Well blimey!" He gasped, staring at the audience in shock. "I either might have just felt that smile right in my chest, or it could be my arrhythmia acting up."That sent me and the audience chuckling. The man was quite dramatic and it was hilarious to w
Adam's POVI stared at Eve in disbelief, unsure of what to say or do. She was mad at me. It was all over her face. Her chest heaving, lovely breasts rising and falling, struggling to breathe through the dress she wore. Her words rang in my head, louder, over my pounding heart.Abandoned her? Pushed her back into his arms?Did she think I had a blast doing that? That I wanted to?"I would like to use the restroom now," she said, her eyes steely as she looked at me. Her cheeks were stained with tears that racked nothing but guilt in my chest.I watched, hurt as she pulled away from me and walked towards a bathroom stall.Do something, damn it!"Did you," I began, the minute her hands reached for the door knob. "Did you think it was easy for me?"I couldn't keep the h
Madeline's POV"Now ladies and gentlemen," the master of ceremony, a cheeky bastard who didn't know more than grinning widely and making silly jokes, announced. I watched him turn to the podium where Isabella Stone sat on a sofa, perched on display for everyone to see.The gold curtains behind her parted and a trolley wheeled in the most magnificent cake I had ever seen. A seven layered cake stood proud and tall for all to see, decorated with gold and ivory and white flowers.It was impeccable. The party was definitely impressive. Adam evidently flung his wealth in everyone's face like the proud billionaire he was.The chandeliers that hung right above our heads and that dress his mother wore were enough to buy an island. The man had so much money and he showered it on those he loved. That was another reason that endeared me to him. He was a generous giver.
Eve's POVMy hands reached for the door that led out of the bathroom, taking deep long breaths. I hadn't heard anyone step out in a while, I could only hope that meant no one was around.Adam had left when Anabelle came for him. I had been so scared that we'd be discovered again and not just his mother but his sister would hate me as well. She had seemed nice the one time I met her at the shopping mall, a long while ago, but she hadn't known I was married then.I doubted that if she knew now, she would hate me. Or even worse, she could try to hurt me.My shaky hands yanked the door open and I peeked outside to see if anyone was around. No one. The hallway was empty. Sighing with relief, I stepped out, trying to sort out the feelings that rolled within me. I could still see us, in my mind's eye, minutes ago, me melting like honey in his arms when his mouth wrapped around