LOGINADRIAN The following morning was warm in the best way possible. Amelia and I had just finished breakfast not too long ago and we were stretched out together on an oversized chaise lounge. She was sitting comfortably between my legs, curled against my chest with her back resting flat against my chest and her soft hair brushing right beneath my chin. One of my arms rested securely around her waist while the other lazily draped across the backrest. She held her phone up, scrolling through some industry articles and marketing case studies on her screen with complete concentration while reading snippets out loud and casually discussing them with me. "And this is exactly why consumers don’t trust most luxury rebranding campaigns anymore," she was saying as she scrolled further. "Because some companies keep trying to look relatable instead of actually being relatable." "Mmhmm," I responded quietly. She tilted her head a bit. "No seriously. Look at this." She lifted the pho
One thing led to another and we found ourselves in the backseat of Adrian’s car. The door slammed shut and Adrian locked it behind us before I could catch my breath. He pulled me onto his lap immediately with my knees straddling his thighs. My dress was already bunched up around my waist. His hands were everywhere at once, sliding up my bare thighs and gripping my ass firmly, pulling me down harder against the thick, insistent bulge of his erection straining through his trousers. "Fuck, I need you," he growled against my lips as he kissed me desperately with our breaths mingling in the small space. Good thing it was night and the windows were tinted. I rocked against him, grinding down on his hardness, feeling the friction through my soaked panties. A needy whimper escaped me. His hand slipped between my thighs as his fingers hooked into the lace of my panties. He tugged them aside impatiently. I lifted my hips just enough for him to drag the fabric down my legs and
ADRIAN We finally got back to the shower. "Adrian," Amelia started, her voice having a breathless, teasing edge, "please remind me not to let the both of us shower together when we ever have somewhere important to be." I laughed quietly, running a hand through my wet hair. "Noted." I turned the water back on, with the both of us thoroughly washing off the lingering salt air from the beach and the heat of the last hour. We finally walked out of the bathroom with towels wrapped around us, stepping back into the bedroom. We dried off while Amelia walking toward the counter to grab her skincare products she had laid out earlier before going to the bathroom. I settled black trousers and a grey long-sleeved button-down with the sleeves folded neatly to my forearms. While Amelia was just finishing putting on her outfit. She had on a floral knee-length dress that fit her perfectly. She looked so beautiful... all the time. About thirty minutes later, I checked the time on m
ADRIAN Well what followed next was far from a shower. It was more than just about getting clean. The moment we stepped into the bathroom, I pulled Amelia straight under the shower as the water poured down on us instantly soaking our hair and skin. Steam rose around us, wrapping the space in a soft, intimate haze. I cupped her face with both hands and kissed her slowly and deeply, taking my time. There was no rush. Just the two of us, the sound of falling water and the overwhelming feeling of having her back in my arms. She melted into me, her wet body pressing flush against mine as her hands slid up my chest and around my neck. "I missed you so much," I whispered against her lips, my voice low and rough with emotion. "I missed you too," she breathed, her fingers threading through my wet hair. The water made everything slick and sensitive. I ran my hands down her back, over the curve of her waist, then lower, gripping her hips as I pulled her even closer. She gasped
Adrian glanced toward my cup before looking back at me. 'You really don’t like orange juice?" I let out a laugh, wrapping my hands around the cool glass of my apple juice. "No, not really. I’ve just never really been a big fan of citrus fruits or drinks in general. I’ve always preferred flavors like apple or berry." "Oh," he nodded slowly. "Right." "What?" "Oh, nothing. I guess just assumed everybody liked orange juice." I laughed softly. "Clearly not everybody." "That's noted." We sat there for a while longer, watching the ocean. Eventually, after we finished our drinks and snacks, we got up again and continued our walk along the beach. I stopped walking and pulled my phone out from the pocket of my overall. "Adrian, stop for a second. Look at me." He paused, turning toward me with an amused, curious brow raised. Before he could question what I was doing, I stepped into his side, wrapping one arm around his waist and lifting the phone up high, angling the camera
We kept walking slowly across the shoreline, our bare feet sinking into the warm, white sand with every step we took. The waves occasionally brushed close enough to touch our feet before pulling away again. Out of nowhere, a low, quiet laugh escaped Adrian. I turned immediately, narrowing my eyes at him suspiciously as I let out a small laugh of my own. I nudged his shoulder. "What? What is it?" He shook his head lightly, still smiling to himself. "Nothing. I just... I suddenly remembered the very first time we met." I chuckled as memories of our stormy beginning flooding my mind. "Back when you were incredibly arrogant." His raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think I’m no longer arrogant?" I shrugged casually. "Well, ever since we got together, you've softened up significantly, Mr. Langford. At least around me and I’m pretty sure you became slightly more tolerable." "Slightly?" "Very slightly." He chuckled quietly beside me, shaking his head before nodding s
Damn! I actually was attracted to him. The words hung between us, undeniable now that it has been said out loud. His gaze held mine for a second longer, like he was making sure. With his hand still resting on my cheek, he tilted his head to the other side of my face and leaned in as his lips b
I gave him a small smile. For a moment he just stood there looking at me, his eyes still fixed on my face as though he had forgotten what he was supposed to say next. "You look beautiful, Amelia," he said again. "Thank you," I replied. "You look good yourself. He actually did look good... li
When I got to the house, I unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing it quietly behind me.I kicked off my shoes near the entrance before heading straight to my bedroom.The moment I walked in, I dropped my purse onto the small table beside my bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress. For a
I stared at the screen.For a moment I actually considered typing back. 'How did you get my number?' But then I shook my head. Of course he had my number.Someone like Adrian Langford could probably get anyone’s number if he wanted. Still… he could have at least pretended to ask first. I slipped th







