All Chapters of Kiss Me, Wild One: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Adam stared at the woman in front of him, his mind racing a mile per minute, wondering if it was really her.His doubts were washed away instantly when she suddenly lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck in a fierce hug."Oh God, Adam. It's really you. Oh my God!"She pulled back from the hug, cupping his face between her hands as she stared at him in wonder."You barely changed!" She exclaimed with a short laugh. "I mean you're no longer boyish and all, but you still look the same!"She hugged him again. "Oh my God, Adam. It's so good to see you.""Akua." Adam breathed her name after they pulled out of the hug, the only thing his frazzled mind seemed to come up with.He'd spent so many years wondering what was going on with her, wondering whether she thought about him, along with a thousand other questions about why she left. But now that she was finally in front of him after so many years, he wasn't even sure how he felt about it.Raul cleared his throat loudly behind Ad

Eva groaned for the umpteenth time, glaring at her computer when she came up with no plan concrete enough to at least begin the processes that would lift the company from its crisis. Now that they didn't have the support of Brandon's family, she'd promised her mum that they would work through this together, and she needed to come up with something soon.The ringing of her telephone was a welcome distraction. Picking it up, she brought it to her ear and spoke into the mouthpiece. “Yes?”“Miss Eva... I mean Eva, someone is here to see you. Doesn't have an appointment but claims you wouldn't refuse to see him.” Then she rushed on as if she was dreading what Eva would say. “I called you because you saw the last person who came without an appointment and...”“It's okay, Suzzy. I'll see him.” Eva sighed as she placed down her receiver. Frankly, she was beginning to get frustrated by how Suzzy, the new secretary she'd hired three weeks ago, behaved like she had to walk on eggshells around

Shocked was an understatement for how Raul had felt when Alfred had revealed he was in love with him. Flabbergasted was more like it, even if Alfred's constant snide remarks about his and June's relationship had finally made sense.Raul shoved a hand into his hair and tugged. He'd seen the pain in his stepbrother's eyes during the confession and it still haunted him. Five long years?Memories and peculiar moments he'd never really cared to recall rolled in his mind. Alfred telling him how gorgeous he was, Alfred complementing his big dick all the time, that one steamy, drunken kiss they'd shared which they'd both laughed over.Had Alfred done such an impeccable job of keeping his feelings secret or Raul had chose to ignore it all this while, telling himself it wasn't what it seemed?God, this was so fucking messed up. He'd only ever seen Alfred as his stepbrother. They were practically brothers, for which the gravity of the reality still weighed so heavily. He had a gut wrenching fee

Eva tapped on Adam's number, dialing once again. Between two hours ago and now, she must've called about fifty times. Earlier, she'd gone to Adam's house the time they'd scheduled for dinner. She must have pressed on the doorbell ten times, yet nobody had opened the door. After spending an hour in front of his door and dialing his number repeatedly, she'd finally left and headed for June's house. An hour later and he still hadn't picked up her calls or returned them. Irritated, Eva hang up when the phone dialed about halfway through. Damnit Adam. Where the fuck are you?“He's still not picking up?” June asked, slumping on the couch beside Eva and placing the box of ice cream on her lap. It smelled of vanilla.“No. I don't know what the fuck is going on.” Eva groaned.June scooped a spoonful of the icecream into her mouth. “Don't worry. I'm sure he'll call soon.”The assurance did nothing to abate Eva's worry. “He's never done something like this, June. He's always punctual about o

Entering the hospital room, Adam slowly made his way to his father's bedside. Suddenly, the man looked so different, skin pale, wrinkles more prominent. How could a person change so much in appearance overnight?Sitting on the chair that stood beside the bed, he continued watching his father for a few minutes before finally taking his hand into both of his.“You know, growing up, I always thought you were a weak man for letting your wife's rejection and abandonment break you, for not crawling out of it soon enough. Well, guess what?” He chuckled softly. “I've seen how wrong I was.”His voice broke, and unable to take it anymore, he broke down right then. “Why dad? Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell, Guile? How could you have kept your sickness to yourself for a whole year? Why? We could've stood by you through it all. Helped you get through it. Why?”Was it shame? Guilt?Growing up, his father's alcoholism had prevented them from getting as close as a father and son should, b