Chapter 3

Adrian P.O.V

I've always gotten everything I wanted in life—from money to power, I had the finest of it all.

At 25, I'm one of the most successful businessmen in the country. Two years ago, my dad entrusted me with the full responsibility of the company, and today, it's one of the leading corporations in the USA. But the best part of my life is the love of my life, Jessica Martin. She's everything a man could ever ask for.

I've known Jessica since we were about 5 years old, but at 12, I moved to a boarding school in London. Despite the distance, Jessica and I always stayed in contact, and she supported me through every up and down.

During vacations, we always made sure to spend time together. I even remember Sarah, who used to be a good friend of ours. But after I moved to London, she started ignoring Jessica and even asked her to stay away from me. Jessica always told me how Sarah bullied her in high school.

As time went on, Jessica only grew more beautiful, both inside and out. Two years ago, after I took over the company, I asked her to be my girlfriend. With her, my life felt complete—she was not only pretty but also incredibly intelligent and talented. She was one of the top students in school and even got a scholarship to Harvard, but she chose to follow her passion for modeling. Today, she's one of the highest-paid models in the industry.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my office door. Without looking up, I told the person to come in.

I heard the click of heels on the floor and caught the familiar scent of perfume. Jessica walked towards me and sat on my desk.

"Good afternoon, love," I said, moving closer and taking her hands in mine.

"Hey, babe," she replied seductively, placing her other hand on my chest.

"How was your day?" I asked. She started telling me about her photoshoot that morning while I admired the beauty sitting before me. She looked amazing in that fitted white dress, her blond mid-length hair perfectly styled and falling onto her shoulders. As a model, she had a flawlessly toned body. She was perfect, and I was the luckiest man to have her in my life.

"Adrian, what are you wearing to your parents' wedding anniversary?"

"I want our outfits to coordinate since that's when you'll tell your parents about us," she said as she adjusted my tie.

"Well, you don't need to worry about that, love. My secretary has taken care of our outfits. You'll get the dress by tomorrow," I replied.

"Aww, thank you so much," she said happily. "Now, if you're done with work, can we go home?"

"Sure, babe. Let me just call my secretary," I said, moving toward the phone to inform Josh of my departure.

I put on my coat, took Jessica's hand, and we interlocked our fingers as we walked toward the elevator.

I headed to my black Bugatti Veyron, opening the door for Jessica before jogging to the driver's seat. After starting the car, I soon stopped at a lavish Italian restaurant for dinner.

We chose a seat in the corner of the restaurant, ordered wine, and started discussing our future plans. The waiter arrived to take our dinner order. Due to her strict diet, Jessica ordered a salad, while I decided on Spaghetti Bolognese.

"Do you think your parents will accept our relationship?" Jessica asked while sipping her wine.

 "I don't think your mother is fond of me," she added as I narrowed my eyes.

"Why do you feel that way, Jess?"

"Ever since you came back from London, I've tried to talk to her, but she always ends up bringing up Sarah in the conversation."

"She keeps telling me how sweet and kind Sarah is and how the three of us should hang out together like old times," Jessica said in a sad tone.

My jaw clenched at the mention of Sarah's name. What she did to Jessica was enough for me to hate her for the rest of my life.

"Sarah doesn't deserve to be our friend after what she did to you when I was gone. My mom doesn't know how ugly her true face is. Once she finds out, she'll stop talking about her," I replied angrily.

Even remembering how Sarah treated Jessica made my blood boil. Because of her, Jessica had to endure so many difficulties and traumas.

"Relax, babe. She's gone now. We don't have to worry about her," Jessica assured me, caressing my hand.

I smiled at her as the waiter brought our dinner. We ate while discussing the arrangements for my parents' anniversary party. Once we were done, I paid the bill, and we drove back to my penthouse.

I moved out of my parent's house two years ago and bought my place. After Jessica and I started dating, I asked her to move in with me. She's partially moved in, but she hasn't fully moved in yet.

*** WARNING: ADULT CONTENT ***

As soon as we entered the penthouse, I slammed my lips against Jessica's. I grabbed her hair, causing her to tilt her head back, and I started kissing her neck hungrily, making her moan loudly.

Soon, we ended up on the couch. By this time, I had successfully removed her dress. She lay beneath me in her black lingerie, looking at me seductively as she started unbuttoning my shirt. Once she removed my shirt, followed by my pants, she took my member in her hand and began stroking it.

She teased me, licking my erection, and I groaned loudly. She smirked at my reaction and swiftly took all of it into her mouth.

She kept sucking and teasing me with her tongue. I moved my hands to her bra and removed it in one go.

Once she finished, I pushed her back on the couch and tore off her panties. I slid inside her and started thrusting hard.

The room filled with our loud moans.

We ended up going for a second round and then showered together. Afterwards, we were so exhausted that we went straight to bed. I hugged her tightly in my arms, and soon, we both fell asleep.