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
Eve's POV"Madam?!"Ah crap. I snuggled deeper into my husband's arm, wishing Nuren would disappear. Why on earth was she at our door?!"Madam?! Madam you have to wake up!"No I do not!"No she does not!" Adam yelled groggily, hugging me tighter. He must be mad at her for running our sleep as well."But she has to!" Nuren said stubbornly."Ignore her," I mumbled to him, running my hands over his skin.He hummed in response. "It's a fucking Saturday. We ought to be allowed to sleep in,""Not like
Eve's POVGolden.He was all I could see. All I could feel. His scent drove me heady and aching with desire. I gripped the counter, hanging on, waiting, anticipating.Cold air whipped against my exposed skin as he yanked down the dress and tossed it aside. His breathing was ragged as he trailed kisses down my arched back, to my ass.He let out a hiss, smacking the cheeks, sending painful thrills up my spine and down to my pussy."Adam," I moaned, pushing against him. "Oh please, please."‘Ah fuck, I love it when you beg," he mumured huskily, giving me another smack. Heat pooled between my thighs and my juices spilled down my thighs. Another smack and soon he had me writhing and mewling begging him to give me what I wanted. What we both wanted."So fucking eage
Adam's POVI watched Eve walk side by side with her mother on the patio. It had taken a great deal of work and patience to convince her mother to come. I had to send the video of Tom molesting Eve to her and that seemed to change everything.That seemed to reveal the truth.They seemed fine now, happy.They had hugged and held each other for hours, weeping buckets while I stood there watching. It tore me to bits, seeing her cry. But she needed it. I knew that."You did good," Mother said, joining me on the balcony where I stood. "I'm sure you've made her very happy.""Thank you mother," I murmured while taking a sip from my brandy. "That was the goal.""Oh," my mother arched her brow in a manner that told me she had something else to say. "And the goal
Eve's POV"Wake up Eve,"A pair of lips teased and tickled my ears. I moaned, melting deeper against his touch. His very familiar touch."Mhmm," I purred, moaning softly as his hands stroked my arm."Are you up, my pet?"Oh I was . I was now. I had spent the past few days in Adam's arms.But as much as I enjoyed his presence,I feared that it would all end. I tried to push away those thoughts, telling myself that I was just being paranoid.As I opened my eyes, I saw his face looming over me, a smile playing on his lips. It sent a shiver down my spine and a soft sigh slipped from my lips. Adam leaned in closer, his eyes darkening with desire. The air between us crackled with tension.“Hey,” I whispered.“He
Eve's POVAdam drove us down to his house. Nuren had cried her eyes out when he had announced to everyone else that he was taking me with him. With the way she had cried, you would think Adam was carting me off all the way to the moon. But I was sure she was only too happy for me.The drive was quiet. And yet it felt so... Peaceful. The days after the incident at the warehouse had felt like that. Slow and peaceful and it was good.In the meantime.His house... Scratch that, his mansion was huge!The gate creaked open as we approached, revealing a long driveway lined with blooming cherry blossom trees. The mansion loomed ahead, its grandeur taking my breath away. Adam guided the car to a stop in front of the massive oak doors, and I stepped out, feeling small against the backdrop of opulence.“I thought y
Adam's POVFour days. They passed by in a blur. I couldn't remember much about what happened, but I could remember how I felt every single second.Afraid. Terrified. Devastated. Nothing had prepared me for what I had seen. Nothing had prepared me to lose Eve.When Tom had shot her, I was pretty sure I went mad. It had taken Micheal and the police to pry me off a bloodied Tom by the time I was done. The ambulance took its damned sweet time to arrive so while I called the pilot to the private jet, Micheal had checked her wound and helped do first aid. And I had held her in my arms on the flight home.Pale. She grew pale rapidly. Her pretty skin had lost its color until she looked so drained it terrified the shit out of me.I could feel the weight of her in my arms, her breath shallow and weak against my chest. Panic surged thr
Author's POVWell duty called.Micheal Hamilton sped down the road that led outside New York city, a happy grin on his face. One would think he was on his way to attend a freaking birthday party with how excited he looked."Will you stop grinning like that?" Adam who sat in the passenger seat said with a concerned look. "It's fucking creepy man."Micheal chuckled and took a sharp turn at the same time, earning a glare from his best friend. It had been a while since they left Isabella Stone mansion and frankly he had expected Adam to rain down his questions.Instead, his best friend behaved as typical as anyone would expect Adam Stone to. He sat in the passenger seat quietly, occasionally glancing at him. If Micheal had to guess , he would say Adam was trying to connect the dots and figure out who or what he was exactly. 
Adam's POV"Your mother says, your little miss Eve is hanging around somewhere,"Those were the first words Micheal said when I met him at the gate. He had the damned cocky grin on his face as if something permanently amused him."Perhaps I do," I chuckled, slipping my hands in my pocket. "With that grin on your face, I'm not so sure I want you to meet her.""Oh please, I have to. I need to know the woman who makes you do the craziest of shit," Micheal crackled, walking ahead of me into my mother's house."Try not to say shit when you meet her,""Shit like what?" he asked innocently and I just knew he was going to try something crazy when he saw Eve.We stopped by Mom's study to say."Hello, boys," Mom greeted us with a warm smile. She looked
Tom's POV"That bastard!" I spat as I scaled down the wall with Eve, gritting my teeth in disgust.I had watched him stroll with her. As if she were his. As if he had the right to.Now it all seemed to be clear. To be so fucking clear."Take her to the spot," Barlow ordered, jumping in right after me. "I'll signal the men."After a whole damned argument session with Barlow, he finally agreed to help. But what could possibly be much more valuable to Adam Stone? If we could get him to take back the charges and then say he had come up with the fake proof and lied that we were trafficking then everything would be solved.There was nothing the word of a billionaire could not accomplish. But the problem however had been discovering how to make Adam Stone give in. I had snuck into his mother's hou