Chapter 2 —Do that Again for Me

Evelyn's POV

"You're joking, right?" I asked in a tone of disbelief. 

"Why would I be?" Bianca asked with a faint hint of impatience as she arched her brow. "I lost my husband six months ago. You can't possibly expect me to go back home to an empty house, can you?" 

"Besides," she then turned to Adrian with a look of sadness and pity. But not one that was genuine—this was controlled, rehearsed. "You know... today was the day Zane proposed to me all those years ago... I just can't bear to be alone. Surely you understand, right?" 

Adrian could only sit there and look lost in thought. For a moment, his lips opened to say something, but then he closed them tightly. 

His hesitation coiled around my heart like a snake and squeezed tightly. Even if he didn't say it out loud, I knew what his answer was going to be. 

He would *indulge her*, just like how he wanted me to. 

He would prioritize her care over my discomfort. 

But maybe he would prove me wrong… Today was supposed to be *our* day—one that we'd been looking forward to and planning for so long. Surely that meant something to him.

"Well..." Adrian sighed as his expression tightened. "I suppose there would be no harm in letting you stay the night." 

"Really?" Bianca beamed. "This is why you're the best!" Then she got up from the table and moved past me to go into the kitchen. "Then we should make the night more memorable, hm? Fill it with more happy memories than sad ones? Do you keep the rest of your liquor in your pantry?" 

"You can go now, too, Eve." Bianca smiled as she looked back at me. "I know you said you didn't want to drink, and it probably wouldn't be best for you to be around if you're just going to get sick. We'll call for you if we need you though!"

I stood up from the table and marched upstairs; not because I was dismissed by her. No, but because I was too tired to argue and be around her anymore. Tonight was supposed to be my night of making happy memories with MY husband, but not only did she have to hijack our wedding night, but she had to steal his attention, too. 

When the door behind me clicked shut, I finally found myself feeling some kind of relief. Still, the tension never left my shoulders, and my heart never stopped hurting. 

I just couldn't wrap my head around it... 

At best, Adrian was indifferent to other people. He always thought his time and resources were precious, and never easily catered to another person's request. 

Even when Zane was alive, Adrian hardly dropped his work to help him—his own brother. From what he told me, their relationship was about as average as it could be. Sure, he had brotherly love for him, but he wasn't necessarily a priority. 

Yet, when it came to Bianca... He was so willing. He made *her* a priority. 

The confusion and disappointment weighed heavily on my mind as I mindlessly dragged myself into the shower and got ready to go to bed. Soon, the heat of the bath water turned my mild irritation into pure anger. 

Why was Bianca treating MY husband like he was hers? 

Since when was she more entitled to his time than I was? 

And why hadn't Adrian stopped her? 

Once I was done and I came out of the bathroom, the bedroom doorknob clicked and turned. 

It was Adrian. 

I couldn't even bear to look at him as I snapped my gaze away and towards the wall. 

Wordlessly, Adrian wrapped his strong arms around my waist as he leaned his head on my shoulder.

I felt myself melt in his touch immediately as I cursed my body for betraying my true emotions.

"I'm sorry." His voice was low. "I know you're upset with me about this, and you have a right to be. Bianca's a handful, but this is only temporary."

Then he kissed my exposed skin. "I'll make sure I stop her from interrupting our night any further. I promise I'll make it up to you."

When I looked up at Adrian, I couldn't help but be captivated by his eyes. I always was, but something about the conviction behind his apology made them shine. Or maybe that was the glow of the moonlight that entered our room. Either way, for a moment, it felt like I was going to falter.    

I still kept my arms crossed, not wanting to give in. If anything, I wanted to argue! There was more to this that needed to be addressed, and a simple apology wouldn't be enough to just let it go.

He forgot our wedding anniversary! This wasn't just something a few sweet words and some kisses could get him out of.

But then his kisses slowly trailed up the side of my neck. Wherever his lips touched, it warmed underneath my skin. Once again, my body betrayed my mind, and soon it felt like the hold I had on my anger was slowly slipping.

Then his hands rubbed at my sides through the towel that was still wrapped around my body. Down, down his touch glided until he reached the bottom of the towel to my exposed thighs.

My breath hitched at the sudden contact.

He smirked against my skin as he pulled the towel up and slid his hands up to my hips. "I love the way you feel tonight, Eve. So warm, so soft..."

I couldn't help myself as I leaned my head back against him. Warmth and pleasure hummed underneath my skin everywhere he touched. Soon, my mind became a clouded mess.

Adrian spun me around as he coaxed me gently to sit at the edge of the bed. "Don't hide that body of yours from me either." With one flick of his finger, he undid the wrapping of my towel and threw it across the room.

For a few moments, he could only stand there as his pupils dilated and his gaze roamed every inch of my naked body.

He then dropped to his knees between my legs. Gentle kisses were peppered all along my abdomen as he inched his way up to my breasts. In a slow, tortured motion, his tongue dragged across my sternum before it circled my nipple.

I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips.

"Do that again for me, honey..." Adrian repeated the motion but this time, he pulled and sucked on my nipple gently.

"Oh, Adrian..." I plead breathlessly. Goosebumps formed on my skin as heat pooled between my legs.

Sensing my growing need, Adrian slid his hand between my thighs. His fingers were gentle as he rubbed against my folds in languid, teasing motions. Then, they were inside of me.

I gasped and it was like stars blinded my vision temporarily.

He continued to stroke his fingers inside me for a few more seconds. Each move was rhythmic and intoxicating as lust clouded more of my mind.

When he pulled his fingers out from me, the ache only grew more. I wanted more. I wanted him.

My eyes blazed with desire as I watched him bring his slick fingers to his lips—and sucked.

"You taste so damn good."

"Y-you can't keep teasing me like this..." It felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest. I readily grabbed his hardened cock that made a tent in his pants. "P-please... I need you."

A low growl escaped Adrian's lips. "Don't worry," He murmured against my skin. "I'll take good care of you tonight."

It had been so long since we'd been intimate, and tonight, we would drown in nothing but pleasure and bliss.

Excitement buzzed underneath my skin as I eagerly helped him take off his shirt and pants.

"Adrian?" Bianca's voice sliced through the air. "Can you help me find the bath salts? They're not in the guest bathroom!"

It was like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on my head.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I hissed under my breath.

Adrian froze in place as his gaze found mine. He sighed, but didn't move.

"Adrian!" Bianca called out again. "Are you going to come help me or not?"

"Eve…" His voice was low and apologetic.

"Just go before she barges in…" I huffed and rolled my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you." Adrian pressed a kiss to my forehead before getting up to throw his clothes back on.   

The fogginess in my mind dissolved as I went to bury myself underneath the blankets. It wasn't desire that kept me heated, it was disappointment and frustration.

I thought Adrian said he was going to stop Bianca from ruining our night... Was that nothing but a lie to placate me?

As I peeked from underneath the covers and watched Adrian smile as he approached Bianca, I couldn't help but wonder... Was it because he cared about her more than me?