I took Adrianna upstairs to my room. It wasn’t somewhere she wasn’t familiar with.
I want her to be more familiar with my belongings, she is one of
them. I know I shouldn’t sound so protective of Adrianna, but I am.
She was mine and fuck— I might kill someone who thought any different.
She was in my room, on my bed, under my fucking skin.
“I’m tired.” She almost says in a whisper, my scowl warmed down from finally leaving my father’s presence.
“Then go to bed,” shrugging, “You can make yourself comfortable.”
Adrianna just sat on my bed, like an angel she is. She looked untouched and yet she was on my bed, a very sinful place. A place where her golden skin shouldn’t be even near.
And yet I was too selfish to push her away from it.
I begin to take off my shirt, her eyes widened, “What are you doing?”
I yawn, “I’m tired too, I’m hopping into the shower, hockey practice took my energy.” I look over at her as I pull a towel out of my drawer.
“Why?” I smirk, turning to her, “Want to join?”
She didn’t say anything, but she rolled her eyes, I guess that’s enough of an answer. Her eyes yet again return to my scars as I turn, so it wasn’t in view. It wasn’t something I liked flaunting.
I turned to get up, but her comeback stopped me from entering the bathroom, “You’re a pig.” She scoffs.
“And you’re any better, Dove?” I threw her a pillow that I had grabbed on my couch, she caught it but sent me a look.
“Hey, I’m sorry if my parents were a bit judgmental.”
She simply looked at me dumb founded. “Are you kidding?” She throws the pillow back at me.
I couldn’t help but looked somewhat surprised. “Your family is a dream.”
I might actually believe her with the look on her face. Like she hadn’t been surrounded by many families to truly judge for herself.
“They’re annoying.” I make a point as she grimaces.
“Are they actually annoying if they ask about what’s going on in your life?” She folds her hands together.
“I would love it if my father asked about my day, or maybe just care about me for once. You’re lucky you have a family who cares.”
Adrianna looked like she meant what she was saying, and it made me uneasy. I always thought her father was on her tail about everything. When smallest thing goes wrong for his daughter, he comes running to help his princess. But I couldn’t be further from the truth.
I shouldn’t care who would ask about her day.
It was surreal for me. A week ago, if someone told me Adrianna Cassian was sitting in my room after having dinner with my family. First, I would’ve told my cleaners to bleach my entire room, then I would’ve punched them in the mouth for lying.
But as I stand here and look at her now, a halo of light on her head, she was a vision.
A vision I should never have touched or looked at because I never saw this before. I’ve never batted an eye and now, when I really am alone, I’m ashamed that I need to hide the fact that I do think about her.
In ways that I should not.
“So, you think that August will buy this relationship soon?” I smile, inching away from a real conversation with her.
Adrianna’s face fell. I shouldn’t have noticed but I did.
“Yes, I think so.” She turns around to face the head of my bed where her stuffed animal lay.
“Then you can go back to dating your boy toy.” I shake my head with a laugh.
“I didn’t want to get back together with Brooks when I agreed to help you out.”
“What?”
“I wanted to be with him, trust me, spending so much money to just be with him in secret… but the day that we ended things, ironically, was the day I wanted to tell him I loved him.” She frowns.
I hated the way she looked vulnerable. “How is that sad?”
Adrianna’s eyes reached mine, “Because he didn’t care.”
“He kept me like a dark secret that he was ashamed of. I want someone to show me off, like I’m their whole world. I hate being left in the dark, I hate that I let him gaslight me into thinking how he treated me was okay,”
I almost wanted to punch Brooks. Not almost, I wanted to fucking slam his face on the ground make sure his golden boy smile was gone forever.
He didn’t deserve her one bit. I sure as hell shouldn’t be the one making those calls, but I wanted to make sure that not even his mother could recognize him after I was done with knocking him out.
“And the worst part is, I was going to go back to him, the day that you gave me back my house keys. But then you mentioned Maya, and I found out that not only am I a pushover, but I’m also a moron too.”
“You couldn’t have known.” I cut her off.
“At least with her, he was getting sex. Which is what he wanted anyways and the moment I said I wasn’t ready, he yelled at me.”
“I didn’t know any of this,” I stared at her.
She smiled, “It’s okay,” rolling her eyes, “Everyone knows Grayson Prince doesn’t have a heart, but that was before you told me about your love for your ex.”
“I have a heart; I just don’t know if it’s beating sometimes. Don’t expect me to be good and kind. You’ll get disappointed, Dove.” I walk in the bathroom, trying to avoid the direction of this conversation.
Not really wanting to look back at Adrianna.
She didn’t need my fucked-up life to add to the pain she’s been having.
Don’t expect me to be good and kind. You’ll get disappointed, Dove.
I take a deep breath.
God, could I have sounded more emo?
Maybe that sentence will make her remember why she hated me in the first place.
It was for the best.
This was the most selfless thing I’ve done.
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I
stiffened, walking out of the room, I swung the door to the bathroom open, stripping off my smelly clothing then turning on the shower, I jumped in, I set my arms on the handle of the shower, gripping tightly.
Adrianna being in my room was practically every guy’s wet fucking dream. I won’t lie and say I hadn’t dreamt of her tied up to my bed and naked waiting for me to take her.
I was practically fucking hoping she would strip in front of me when I looked at her sitting so tasteful on my bed.
So fucking innocent. Untouched.
Her sweatshirt was over sized, was that the appeal nowadays? I mean if she really wanted, she could just take some of mine. The neckline of the sweatshirt fell down to her shoulder, God her skin looked so delicate and fucking soft I wanted to explore it.
When I looked down at her legs, her skirt inched up, her creamy tanned model legs buried to the back of my brain.
I imagined her legs around my waist, her soft hands gripping my back as I fuck her up the wall.
Her hot breath on my neck, moaning my name.
Fuck. I look down, my dick twitching at the thought of Adrianna just sitting there, her innocent brown eyes set on mine.
I grip my cock tight; I stifle a groan. I had never felt so fucking tense in my life.
I shouldn’t be jerking off to the thought of Adrianna. She was everything I fucking hated and despised.
Why did she have to be so fucking perfect?
God, I’m pathetic. I was in the bathroom, soaking in the shower as I pump my fucking cock to the thought of her shoulders and legs.
Fucking hell, her lips.
Plumped and full, the lips that had talked back to me every single day.
How would she fucking love it if her lips were around my dick, sucking me as I fuck her mouth, gripping her hair tightly, pushing myself to the back of her throat?
Would she be able to?
Innocent.
I would release in the back of her throat, make her gag and swallow, gripping her chin to meet my eyes, I wouldn’t hesitate to kiss her beautiful lips.
I felt my stomach tighten with pleasure; I release letting my head knock back in satisfaction.
I lift my head, rinsing off the remaining forms of shampoo from my hair, grabbing a towel, and drying my whole body.
I felt filthy, I shouldn’t have done that, and I knew it. I shouldn’t have felt the need for her lips on me. But I did.
Did that make me a bad person?
Yes. It does. I had to remember one thing and that one thing was that she and I were only pulling off this fake relationship for one reason and that reason was because of my ex-girlfriend damn it.
I want August. I want her and I don’t want Adrianna.
Never again will I give into my temptation for Adrianna, it made me dirty.
Like I was betraying my father. My family loves her, but my father would never forgive her family for what they did to him.
I pulled off a pair of sweatpants, my hair was still a bit wet, but I managed to wash off the sweat from my body. Adrianna was lying on my bed, her outside clothes were still on.
And that bothered me, why the hell was she laying on my bed with her outside clothes?
I pull out one of my many hockey shirts I’ve gathered through the years of playing the sport.
I look at her, “Put this on and change.”
“This is just a shirt, I’ll be freezing.” She gets off my bed.
“I have a pretty warm body.” I spilled out as she gave me a shocked expression.
“Oh.”
I cough, “And what the hell are you watching?”
I look over at the TV as a blonde lady cries during an interview, “Duh, it’s Love Island.”
“Love Island?” I felt my eyebrow arch in confusion.
“In my opinion, one of the best reality shows ever made.” She smiles happily.
“Yeah, good for you. We need to change it to my hockey tapes to learn plays.” I say sternly, plugging in my phone to the TV.
Adrianna pulled up the remote, “It’s just one episode, grumpy much?”
Her mouth curved into a smile, “I’m not grumpy, I just want to win the next game.”
“You won the last game.” She beamed.
I sigh, pulling a dumbbell in front of me, “That’s just one step to being the best, and we were sloppy.”
“You looked like you were having fun.”
“Having fun means nothing if I don’t win or get what I want.” I huffed out.
The smile left her body, “I think you’re wrong.” “Excuse me?”
“You wouldn’t be that good at your age if you don’t love what you’re doing, having fun is the most important thing.”
My mouth snapped shut, I hadn’t really thought about hockey on a bigger spectrum, and maybe there was some truth to what she was saying. But tonight, wasn’t the fucking night I would ponder on it.
“Give me the remote Dove.” I got up as she bit her lip. Oh, she wanted to play.
“I’m serious, sweetheart.” I walked toward her on the bed, “I’m giving you one last warning.” She lifted her hand with the remote on it, bringing it towards me.
I try to grab it before she pulls it back towards her, I grow frustrated. She was cute.
I felt a muscle in my jaw twitch, “I’m joking here,” she handed it over to me, before pulling it back again, I jumped towards her, her laughter was music.
But now I was straddled on top of her, she clearly hadn’t noticed it yet.
But when she did, she quieted, she smelled like me, absolutely fucking mine.
She paled; color flushed all over her face. Her pupils dilated, swallowing.
I felt my heartbeat faster by the minute as she stared at me, nothing to say her lips glistened like a fucking jewel.
“I’m sorry.” She blurted, her hands shaking.
“No.” I breathed out, fucking consumed by the heat and tension between us, “Don’t give me space. That’s the last thing I fucking want with you.”
She places her hand on my cheek, still shaking.
And even after my fucking pep talk, I stagger, I bend closer to her lips. And she lets me, pulls me closer even.
Mine.
We were almost there, her lips so close. But I couldn’t, so I pulled back the remote on my hand.
She looked at me with her smile fading as she looked at the remote in my hand.
“Are you blushing?!” I smirk, her eyes grow irritated. “Embarrassed because you think I would’ve actually kissed you?”
“No.” She gets up, gathering her things.
“The only thing I’m embarrassed about is your pathetic attempt at trying to seduce me.”
I turned around and she was all ready to leave my house, “You’ve got quite a mouth on you, don’t you? Someone should teach you what to do with it.” I yawn as she turns around out of my room.
“You’re a dick.”
“Do you forget that this is supposed to be forced?” I laugh harshly.
“You do understand that I can’t actually tolerate you.” I get up, my eyes set on nothing but hers.
I grab her stuffed animal out of my bed, handing it to her, “And lastly, you do understand that I would rather stab myself in the eye than touch you, let alone kiss you.” She didn’t say anything, only stared back at me with an expression I couldn’t read.
“Have a nice night, Prince.” And she left.
