AdrianShe froze in my arms but relaxed almost immediately, leaning into the kiss.The kiss was intense enough to make Tiffany's eyes bulge. Enough to cause a stir in my chest at the feel of the familiar texture of her plump lips.My tongue brushed over her lips, desperate to pry them open, but she pulled away, smiling softly at me — the best she could offer to mask the shock in her eyes.For a fleeting second, I was annoyed, but then I recalled the reason why I had to kiss her in the first place. Tiffany.And initially, I hadn't planned to kiss her. I was just going to tuck her by my side to clear Tiffany's obvious suspicion, but when she turned to me with her brows raised and lips parted, I couldn't stop myself.My hand ran up her back smoothly as she remained tucked to my side."Adrian...what the hell? Did you just...kiss her?" Tiffany stuttered in disbelief.I looked at her, a wave of annoyance flickering across my chest. She was my cousin, but also the last person I wanted in my
ArabellaThe sound of my blaring ringtone roused me from sleep the next morning. I tossed and turned till the call ended.It rang again before I could lull myself back to sleep."Who the hell is it?" I muttered, groggily sitting up. I rubbed my eyes as I reached for the device on the bedstand.My lips pursed when I saw the name flashing on the screen. It was Ruth.My fingers hovered over the screen for a moment, hesitating whether to take the call or not.The image of me storming out of the hospital with her running behind me, asking me to calm down, flashed in my mind.I hadn't stopped to even spare her a glance, and knowing Ruth, she might've been worried all night."Hey," I muttered after receiving the call."Are you still in bed?" Her voice was a little lively. That made me relax a bit. "It's almost 8 am, Bella."My eyes darted to the wall clock. She was right."It's a Sunday, Ruth. The first one that I'm not working for once," I threw my legs to the side of the bed, running a han
ArabellaMy desk was cluttered with papers, gemstone catalogs, and palette sheets. The warm light in the room highlighted the sketches I'd finished —earrings, necklaces, rings.My dream collection.This was the first time in weeks I had a full day to myself, and looking at how much I'd covered, I hadn't wasted it.I'd been working on this since I graduated from college, hoping that one day I would bring it to life. Back then, it was merely a dream, but in a few months from now, I'd have enough money to actually start up a brand.I leaned back, stretching my arms overhead.My stomach growled. A perfect way to remind me that I hadn't eaten since morning, other than the coffee I had earlier.I rubbed my stomach, dropping the pencil. I needed to get something to eat. Standing, I stretched the stiffness from my limbs before padding out of my room.The smell of something ...spicy hit me when I stepped into the hallway. I sniffed the air, confused. I was the only one home — at least, I thoug
AdrianI leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled under my chin as I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lennon's voice droned in the background about a new franchise we were in talks to acquire, but despite that being something of interest, my mind was miles away.Ara's effortless display of clumsiness this morning kept looping in my head. I'd tried to shake off the image of her small frame colliding into me, the startled look on her face, the way her cheeks flushed pink. But the memory had rooted itself unyielding, circling back no matter how many times I tried to shove it aside.And each time it did, I caught myself smirking like a fool.She was cute — and at the moment, a damn distraction. An unshakable one. I wasn't the type to linger, especially not on someone as stubborn as her. Yet there she was, taking up space in my head effortlessly.I shut my eyes as I drew in a deep breath, trying to pay attention to what Lennon was saying. "We've completed the preliminary assessme
ArabellaI turned to stare at him, fascinated despite the heat crawling to my face. His head was tilted back, his shoulders shaking as the deep sound of his laughter filled the room.I cocked my head, blinking. His smile was pretty — the kind that shouldn't exist on a real person. The sound of his laughter made warmth pool in my stomach. This was the first time I’d seen him laugh. Not smirk, or chuckle sarcastically, but actually laugh.It was at my expense, sure, but still...I cleared my throat, heat rising in my neck again. "Glad I could amuse you," I muttered, trying to sound nonchalant, even though I wanted to disappear into the floor.He didn't answer immediately, he just kept looking at me with that annoying, knowing grin."Next time, try walking before running," He said finally, voice maddeningly smooth.I rolled my eyes, fists clenching by my sides as I tried to regain my composure. "You might want to have your gym equipment evaluated then, because I did try walking," I blurt
ArabellaI straightened up, trying to look casual, but the heat still burned on my face. "I wasn't... eyefucking you," I shot back quickly, my voice a little sharper than I meant it to be.Adrian's gaze was still pinned on me, and that infuriating smirk was in place, reveling at the sight of the shame consuming me. I was probably redder than a tomato, and still my eyes couldn't stop wandering to places it had no business.Except, those places were right before me. Bare, glsiern, huge... and right there!His lips curled, and he tilted his head, a hint of amusement and something else I couldn't name dancing in his eyes."You're still doing it now, Ara. If you have a little bit of decency, please take your eyes away from my crotch." My entire face burst into flames, and I swear I felt my soul almost jump out of my body. If the ground could open and swallow me, I would've thanked it.My gaze met his, my body burning with embarrassment. "I'm not staring at your... crotch." My voice was ov
ArabellaThe next morning, I woke up earlier than expected. Sunlight leaking through the blinds, brushing warm fingers across my face. For a second, I just lay there, confused. I never woke up this early. Then it hit me. I'd slept early.After meeting with Dr. Khalid last night, Ruth and Sky had practically dragged me out of the hospital and sent me home. When I got home, I didn't bother pulling the sheets over me as I hit the bed.A yawn escaped my mouth. My head didn't throb like it usually did when I woke up, and my muscles were relaxed. Huh. So that's what rest felt like.I dragged myself out of bed, stretched until my joints popped, and headed straight to the bathroom. A long, warm shower later, I threw on a simple pair of shorts and a huge t-shirt that nearly swallowed me whole. Comfort over everything.As I stepped out of the room, I sent Ruth a quick text: How was your night? Then paused, scanning the hallway.Silence.No trace of life anywhere. Again.I moved through the hous
ArabellaMy steps were unhurried as I walked through the hospital hallways. My movement was laid-back but my face was twisted into a frown.Mark had sent me more work through email, and he insisted I send the results to him early tomorrow.So much for a good night's rest tonight.The past week and a few days had been quite hefty both at home and at work.I didn't know how I managed to pull through the day at work today. Despite the flurry of meetings and the dull ache that settled in my spine, I was still poised — like I hadn't spent the previous night in a stiff hospital chair watching my mother for hours. She underwent a successful surgery last night.I was happy. Really.Finally, Ruth would stop worrying all the time and my mom would leave the hospital. She'd been admitted for almost five months.Even I could relax after so long. For the past year, all I did was worry about covering bills and paying debts. It felt good to be free.Family aside, Steph had been out of town for a week
AdrianThe elevator came to a stop with a soft ding. I stepped out, my mind reeling with thoughts as the lobby passed by in a blur. The cool city air hit me the second I walked out of the buildingMy jaw was tight. My fists were clenched like I needed to punch something, someone — myself, maybe.Sky was the last person I expected to see tonight.How long had it been since I last saw her? Five years? A hollow chuckle slipped past my lips. Pathetic. We used to be close – like two peas in a pod.She'd moved in with my grandparents around age ten. She was dumped there, actually. Her parents had a better child to raise, and thanks to their friendship with my family, Sky ended up with us. She became the little sister I never asked for and I'd never regretted it.When she said she wouldn't speak to me again back then, I thought it was another joke of hers. Turns out, it wasn't. I called a few times. Then stopped.I told myself I didn't owe her an explanation for hurting her best friend. A pa