Chapter 6 : The Morning Touch

I woke to the feel of Adrian pressed hard against my back. His arm was already around my waist. His mouth brushed the side of my neck.

“Morning,” he whispered. His hand slid down and slipped between my legs. “I’ve missed this. Missed being inside you.”

My body reacted before my mind could stop it. Heat spread low in my stomach. I let out a soft breath and pushed back against him just enough. His fingers moved slowly, teasing. He kissed my shoulder and pressed closer.

“You’re already wet,” he murmured. “Let me have you.”

I moaned quietly so he would believe it. His cock rubbed against me, thick and ready. He shifted, trying to push inside from behind. I waited until the head of him brushed my entrance, then reached back and stopped him.

“My head still hurts too much,” I said. My voice was soft, almost sorry. “Not yet.”

He froze. I felt the frustration in the way his hand tightened on my hip. For a second I thought he might ignore me. Then he let out a slow breath and pulled away.

“Alright,” he said. He forced a small smile when I turned to look at him. “Rest more. I’ll see you tonight.”

He got up, showered, and left for work without another word. I stayed in bed until the front door closed.

After that I dressed and went straight to Nexus. Mr. Han was waiting in his office with the papers ready. I read every line carefully, then signed each one.

“Full control stays with you only,” he said. “No one else can move a single share without you standing here in person.”

“Good. Dig into Adrian’s private accounts too. Quietly. I want to know every place his money goes.”

Mr. Han nodded. “I’ll start today.”

I left the building with the signed papers locked in my bag. On the drive home I stared out the window and felt nothing but cold satisfaction.

Evening came. Adrian walked in with the same black folder under his arm. He smiled when he saw me, but the smile looked tighter than yesterday.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“A little.”

We ate dinner. Rosa moved around us without speaking. Adrian talked about work, about how busy the week was going to be. I answered when I needed to. The folder sat on the table the whole time.

After the plates were cleared he stood, took my hand, and pulled me to the couch. He sat down and tugged me onto his lap so I was straddling him. His hands slid under my dress right away.

“I missed you today,” he said against my mouth. He kissed me deep, tongue slow and hungry. One hand cupped my breast. The other moved higher between my thighs.

I kissed him back and rolled my hips once, just enough to make him groan. His fingers found me again. I was still a little wet from the morning. He noticed.

“Sign the papers,” he whispered while he touched me. “Then we can go upstairs and finish what we started.”

I kept moving against his hand, soft and slow. “What do these transfers really do?”

“I already told you. Tax things. Temporary.”

“And if I sign tonight, what changes tomorrow?”

His jaw tightened. He kept kissing my throat, but his voice had an edge now. “Nothing bad. It just makes everything cleaner for us.”

I asked two more small questions. Each one made his fingers press harder. Finally I stopped moving and rested my forehead against his.

“I want my own lawyer to check them first,” I said. “Just to be safe. I’ll sign after that.”

Silence stretched between us. His hand stayed under my dress, but it no longer moved. I felt how hard he still was beneath me.

Then he smiled again. The same practiced smile. He kissed the corner of my mouth and spoke gently.

“Of course. No problem. We’ll wait.”

He did not take his hands off me right away. He kept kissing my neck like nothing had gone wrong. I stayed on his lap a little longer, letting him believe he still had control.

Later he went upstairs to shower. I sat alone in the living room with the folder still closed on the table. My phone buzzed on the cushion beside me.

Unknown number.

I opened the message.

I know what he did to you on the night he killed you.