Masuk“Miss Bennet?” Mrs. Alvarez asked, noticing my expression.
“Ah—yes? Right. Lunch.” I pretended to concentrate on my food, even though my heart was pounding faster than Ethan’s footsteps when he was angry.
Once I finished eating, I stood. “Mrs. Alvarez, I’m going to get ready. I’m meeting someone.”
“Oh, of course.” She nodded kindly. “I’ll help prepare your things.”
I paused mid-step. “That’s not necessary.”
“It’s no trouble, Miss Bennet. I’m sure there are other things you can do besides packing. Let me take care of it. Besides, your driver will be here shortly.”
I blinked. “How do you know I’m being picked up?”
Mrs. Alvarez smiled with a knowing warmth. “Because Mr. Adrian just called. He said you might need help.”
My face heated instantly. “Oh… I see.&rd
“That’s my concern, Miss.”That was all Adrian said—but it was enough to make Daniella’s face stiffen.She looked him over from head to toe. And today, Adrian looked impossibly put-together—sharp suit, crisp shirt, and those expensive leather shoes. Please. When did Adrian ever look anything less than immaculate?But the moment Daniella realized what kind of man she was looking at, something in her eyes shifted—surprise, and… the gleam of someone who thought she’d just uncovered a hidden treasure.“Oh…” Daniella cleared her throat softly before glancing at me again. “Now I understand.”I swallowed. “What exactly do you understand?”She stepped closer—two small steps, but enough for her perfume to mix with mine. The kind of sweet, trendy fragrance college girls loved. Familiar. Safe. Except nothing about this moment felt safe.“That the rumors about you, Leah,” she whispered, so softly the air seemed to tighten around us, “might be true.”My body went rigid. “What do you mean?” My voic
“Ugh!” I groaned.I woke up a little past ten, according to the clock on the wall. Too late for anything, even to call it morning. But my body still felt stiff—a soft ache radiating across several areas. A pain that made me clearly remember exactly how the night before had unfolded.I reached for the other side of the bed. It was empty, but the sheets touching my hand still felt warm. I blinked, trying to sit up carefully. The room was too big; I felt like I could hear the ticking of the clock and the quiet hiss of my own breath.Then the bathroom door opened.Adrian stepped out, his hair half-wet, beads of water still tracing the line of his jaw. He was only wearing black lounge pants, showcasing his fit and... beautiful body. There were faint scratches on his chest—a slight reddish mark on his shoulder—and I didn't need to ask where they came from.His eyes found mine instantly. The gaze, which made my heart throb as if trying to match his rhythm, immediately locked onto me.“Mornin
This is insane.The moment I realized what I’d just done with Adrian in the car, I felt like someone who’d completely lost her mind. We only stopped when Adrian released himself inside me—filling me, pressing deeper as if he didn’t want to waste a single second or drop.Leaving me feeling… sticky.“You’re very restless, Leah,” Adrian said. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him fastening the last button on his shirt sleeve.“How could I not be?” I grumbled, offended. “I still feel sticky and… wet down there.”He laughed.The car moved at a steady speed past the city lights, weaving through the glittering glow of San Francisco reflected across the windows. Beside Adrian, the world seemed to shrink into a small private space filled with warm breaths, light touches, and silences too charged to ignore.“Be patient. Once we get to the apartment, we’ll shower together.”I didn’t disagree. Even the ends of my hair felt damp from what we’d just done. I fixed my appearance a little befor
Adrian probably never imagined he would enjoy such madness in his own car. But what he didn't realize was how easily I could be provoked. Just a soft stroke on my back was enough to draw such a response from me. I was certain that if he ever wanted to be intimate, he only needed to touch my spine.And look at me now.Adrian’s breath started to come in ragged gasps, matching the intense pleasure I felt. I was gently sucking him now, wet with my saliva. My mouth felt small, yet somehow it was enough to accommodate him—even though it felt tight as Adrian's manhood swelled. He had adjusted his seat perfectly for comfort, ensuring his back wouldn't ache and he could move freely with me later.“Yes, Baby. Just like that,” Adrian murmured, stroking my head. My face felt hotter, flushing further. “Oh, yes, suck it just like before. It’s delicious.” He closed his eyes slowly, shifting his position so I could easily take him deeper.Sometimes my fingers danced around the two orbs he possessed,
“You are absolutely driving me crazy, Leah.”Adrian’s hand shot up to the back of my neck, pulling me in impatiently. He consumed my mouth, giving me no space at all to breathe. I struggled a little to keep up, yet, just as I’d hoped, he kissed me as if there wasn’t enough time in the world for us to tangle our tongues.I let out a soft moan when the tip of his tongue touched the roof of my mouth. My focus shattered, and the sensation became even more arousing. Especially as the hand that had been gripping my neck began to slide down, stroking my back with excruciating tenderness.Damn it!The dress was made of a soft but thin fabric, turning Adrian’s every touch into an exquisite, teasing caress. I was utterly powerless on his lap.“How much longer until we get to the apartment?” I managed to ask, my breath ragged, pulling back slightly from Adrian’s intense kiss. My lips felt numb from his devouring hold, but that just gave me the courage to wipe the wetness from his mouth.He stare
The moment we stepped out of the restaurant, the San Francisco night breeze brushed against my skin, carrying a faint scent of the ocean. It felt… refreshing, almost calming. Adrian’s arm slid around my waist, his hold firm and possessive, pulling me in as if my body naturally belonged against his.I didn’t resist. In fact, I matched his pace, his rhythm—whatever he silently asked for, I gave.I leaned into him, letting myself savor the warmth of his presence. But while our steps carried us forward, my thoughts drifted back to Margaret. That woman… the more I thought about her, the more absurd she seemed. Insulting a man like Adrian? Ignoring someone who looked at her as if she were the most precious thing in the room?Incredible. Or maybe… she had another man?I exhaled softly, baffled by how blind someone could be.“Adrian,” I called lightly. “Can I ask you something?”He glanced down at me without slowing his stride. “Of course.”“Your marriage… with Margaret. Are you two—” I pause







