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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE.

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. It would seem my day was, indeed, full of surprises as that same evening, the kitchen held another stunning image for me. I stood just outside the kitchen, on its thresholds where its floors blended with the living room's floors; I was transfixed by the sight in front of me, not quite comprehending it as exciting ripples of amazement suddenly licked their way through my veins. The source of my astonishment was Adrian- he who stood in the kitchen- and it wasn't only the fact that he was shirtless and chiseled, sweat glistening over his defined back and biceps; although, I quite enjoyed the sight of his bare back which ignited something low in my stomach, a fluttering that spread to my chest. The cause of my frozen state and inability to move from the spot I was standing on was the sight of Adrian- The Almighty Adrian Valentino wearing an apron, and cooking. His Majesty, Adrian Valentino, my snotty as hell husband, who acted high and mighty like he was

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO.

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DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The days proceeding my first actual sit at home dinner with Adrian since our marriage, went by in a blur of Introductory classes, School tours, and surreptitious efforts at avoiding a particular blonde haired and hazel eyed girl. I was successful for the most part, having avoided situations that could leave me available to a conversation with her. Soon it was Thursday; the day that had been set aside for the girls and I to go shopping for our outfits to be worn to the gala. Thursday morning met me on my bedroom floor, perusing various Pinterest boards for the most suitable dresses to wear to Dad's event. I had not had any sleep the previous night as I was excited for my day out with the girls. Once the first rays of the morning sunlight licked its way through the parted curtains, I scurried into the bathroom, more than ready to and extremely thrilled about finally starting the day. I quickly took care of my hygiene and threw on an effortless outfit consistin

CHAPTER THRITY-THREE.

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DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The first few hours of my day were spent idling about the house; I spent most of the day in the living room, binge watching some of the various series that I felt like watching on the television. Adrian made good on his promise to send me something to eat. About two hours after he left for work, the doorbell rang. His driver had stood at the door with a bag of takeout in his hand. I thanked Adrian's driver and excitedly opened the bag, offloading it's contents onto the kitchen island, and I sat down at the island to devour my breakfast of French toast, banana pancakes, waffles, and a box of orange juice. The gala was scheduled to start by 6:00 pm, so I had to be ready before 5:00 pm at least. Once it was 12:00 pm, I called for my hair stylist and makeup artist; they were to work their magic on me before the time allotted for leaving the house. By 5:04 pm, they were both done and had left me alone, once again, in the house. I went into to my closet and pi

CHAPTER THRITY-FOUR.

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DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Chase fucking Sinclair. There he stood, by the closest table to the ball room's entrance doors, in all his fucked up glory. "What the hell is he doing here?" Janelle asked, her voice laced with disgust. My thoughts exactly! He obviously could not have been allowed entry into the venue without an invitation card- he must have actually been invited. Surely, Dad knew better than to have invited Chase fucking Sinclair, the traitor and intruder, to his company's big event; he would not do that to me, would he? "I can not believe he is here." Layla scoffed, taking a sip from her champagne flute. Watching her drink from her flute made me realize how badly I needed a glass myself. Liquid courage was the only thing I could use to get through the night. "Your dad couldn't have invited him, could he?" Sofia asked, turning to face me. I shrugged, my eyes flickering around the room in search of my father. We had to have a conversation about his ch

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE.

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DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The drive back to the Penthouse was silent. A stifling kind of silence laced with so much tension, you could see it and cut it with a pair of scissors. Adrian gripped the steering wheel tightly, his face set in a grimace, and I wondered just what had gotten him so angry.I looked out of the car window and watched as cars passed by in a blur, their headlights shining as bright as stars in the night. After a few more minutes of driving at a godforsaken speed down the road, Adrian pulled up the car at the front of our apartment building. He yanked open the door and basically threw the car keys at the valet on his way into the building. I gave the valet an apologetic smile and scurried after Adrian.What was wrong with this man?Who stuck another stick up his asshole again?I hopped into the elevator after him and held my sides as the doors closed, breathing heavily from the little running I had just done. I was seriously out of shape, and I decided I would be more inten

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX.

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DANIELLE'S P.O.V. I stood tall, staring into Adrian's eyes, not once breaking the eye contact. Adrian pushed his body against mine, his erection grazing my lower stomach in the process. His gaze was intense and he looked so hot, causing my panties to wetten with my juices. "Danielle" Adrian whispered into my mouth while moving his fingers to the straps of my dinner dress. It was a slip dress with spaghetti straps that sat comfortably on my shoulders. "We both have some tension to be released with each other, hm?" he dropped the straps down my arms and pulled the top of my dress down to my waist, revealing my breasts in their sumptuous and voluptuous glory. His hands gripped my breasts, each in one hand, and he massaged them tenderly and slowly. "They're so beautiful." he commented, his mesmerizing voice and the cold air from the air conditioner caused my nipples to perk up, standing erect. He dipped his head, and cupped my breasts further into his hands. I watched his eyes

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN.

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DANIELLE'S P.O.V. "Oh God, Adrian!" I nearly screamed when he pounded his finger into my clit. I bucked with the intensity of his prodding finger, feeling as my juices dripped down my thighs. Adrian pulled out his finger and pushed two long fingers inside me; it almost had me crossing my eyes from the instant pain and pleasure that enveloped my body at once. I moaned at the tightening sensation, that sweet and blissful feeling of pleasure that ripped through my body. I gripped on to the kitchen island as tightly as I could as Adrian pumped his fingers in and out of my weeping pussy, all the while his lips peppered and trailed kisses up and down my neck. My fingers started to sting from grabbing on to the island so tightly but I held on still, focusing only on the way his fingers made me feel as they teased my pussy and stretched it until I was shaking and could barely keep myself on my feet. I was once again, on the very edge of exploding when he pulled his fingers out

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT.

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DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Bright rays of sun light filtered through the curtains and scattered across the floors of the room. The quiet hum of the air conditioner invaded my senses as I woke up from my slumber. I felt groggy and all of my limbs ached as if I had been in a gymnastics meet through out the previous day. Though, last night's activities were not much different. I pried my eyes open and placed my palm over my mouth as I yawned. While rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked around, soaking in the unfamiliar room. I could not, for the life of me, recall how we had moved from the kitchen to Adrian's bedroom. Unlike my bright and cheery room, Adrian's room fully depicted his cool and brooding personality. The walls of the room were painted harsh; I made to stand up but found that a weight laid on my torso. Adrian's strong arm rested just below my stomach, limiting my movement, and preventing me from leaving. I did not have the heart to disturb his sleep as he look

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE.

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DANIELLE'S P.O.V. "Let's be friends." Adrian's words rang in my ears and echoed in my head, over and over again, like they were being played on repeat in my memories. Let's be friends! Let us be friends? His statement was so unusual, so sudden, so out of the blue; and the absurdity of those words were so transparent, so evident, so plain, that the best way I could react or respond to his shocking statement was to erupt into a fit of laughter- stomach wrenching, breath taking, and head ticking laughter that originated from deep down in my throat, escaped through my lips in a light rumble, and it resonated and bounced on the walls of Adrian's cool and dark themed room. Adrian sat up on the King sized bed, staring at me with astonished eyes, and an amused expression was painted on his face. He watched, quietly, as I continued to laugh uncontrollably. "Are you laughing right now?" he asked incredulously, sending me into another fit of spasming laughter. "You're really lau

CHAPTER FORTY.

Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. /ElisaDmyth

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Sunday's afternoon met me in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess that Adrian and I had made the night before. After our tete-a-tete in the morning, which consisted of Adrian bringing up the crazy proposal of us both being friends, and him successfully convincing me to go along with his unbelievable suggestion, I had eventually convinced Adrian that staying in his bed with me for the entire day was not such a good idea. While I would not mind staying in bed with Adrian the entire day, letting him unravel my body and take me to Cloud 9 and back, it would not be very responsible of him to leave the business unattended to just because of a few hours of pleasure. Adrian left for work later that morning, but not before showing me exactly what I would be missing between the sheets for the rest of the day while he would away. Once he had headed out of the house, the doors closing and locking with a resonating beep, I buried myself deeper into the bed sheets and

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