Adrien Russell The first day after the wedding was tiring. All this while during the controversy, I wasn't able to come to the office and assist Dad like I usually do. I attend the office everyday along with Dad to get acquainted with the business since the day when I take over isn't far. Everything is back to normal, except that now, I am married. I haven't gotten used to it and I don't think I have to since this marriage means nothing. Neither to me, nor to Crystal. But I can't help but feel a bit more responsible towards her. Whether I like it or not, I cannot run from the fact that she is my wife. The entire day, my mind kept running back to her wondering if she was alright in Brooklyn. Although I trusted Martin for her safety, let's not forget that her middle name is 'trouble'. I even called her two times but her mobile was switched off, worrying me all the more. At last, I called Martin who informed me that he had dropped her at the house safely and her phone had run out of

Crystal RussellMy peaceful slumber was frantically disturbed by a harsh and loud knock on the bedroom door. Groaning, I rubbed my eyes and checked the time. It was still just 6:30. I sighed and yelled as the knocking did not stop. "Hold on."I opened the door and squinted my eyes to see a panicked Adrien running his hands through his messy hair. "What happened?" I asked him as a yawn escaped my mouth."Mom just called and informed me that Aunt Margaret is coming today." He spoke quickly."What? But she was going to come tomorrow, right?" I too had started to panic. We weren't ready to face her already. We had a lot to discuss and prepare."I don't know but her plans changed. She is coming today. Now come on. We need to get things ready." He came inside my room and started pacing front and back. "She might be here anytime.""Let's start with shifting your things to my room."My essential things that I use daily and nearly half of my closet was shifted to Adrien's room at supersonic sp

Crystal RussellI was still admiring the moon when I heard the sound of soft grunts. I snapped my eyes to Adrien and saw him rolling on the couch in discomfort. I turned on the bed lights and looked at him as his eyes were clenched hard as if in pain."Adrien, are you okay?" I asked, worried."Hm? Y- yea. Just a little headache." He groaned with his eyes shut."Shall I give you a pain killer?" I asked."No. It's okay. I am just tired. I will be fine." He said but I wasn't convinced. He was visibly in pain and I couldn't sit and do nothing about it."You should sleep on the bed." I was already out of the bed and walked near to him."Bu-" "I am not asking, Adrien. Take the bed." I did not let him argue. He sighed and stood up to go to bed. His groans did not stop. Instead, his breath turned harder and I couldn't see him like that anymore.An idea popped in my head, but I hesitated to ask him. What if he wouldn't be comfortable? I thought to myself. But when he groaned indicating extreme

Crystal RussellI ran a hand over my curves through the clothes, scanning myself in the mirror. I wore a wine colour crop top with spaghetti straps and a sweetheart neckline along with a white pencil skirt."Crystal! Come On." I heard Adrien call from outside the room as I was wearing my accessories."I am coming." I yelled back and quickly wore my white sneakers before leaving the room. "I am ready." I called him."Finally." He turned around as his eyes fell on me, he scanned me from top to toe with his mouth parted. I suddenly felt a bit conscious by his reaction and awkwardly brushed my fingers through my hair while moving closer to where he was.I pleased my eyes with his insanely handsome looks. He wore a greyish t-shirt and pants, paired with a blue blazer and styled his hair perfectly, making his features stand out."Let's go then." He snapped out of his trance and started walking to the main door. I matched my pace with him and we seated ourselves in his car. For the first few

Crystal RussellI was at Hannah's place along with three other friends for a sleepover. I was excited after a very long time. We had fun all day, had pizza and ice creams for dinner and by midnight, we decided to watch a horror movie. After many arguments, we finally concluded that we would watch Annabelle. The lights of the room were turned off and the door was shut. The only source of light was the screen of the laptop playing the movie that fluctuated from bright to dim. The four of us were sunk in the bed under the warmth of the blanket. The movie went on with some scenes that made us flinch but we laughed it off while munching on the choco-chunks. I had always hated dolls. Even barbies. I had never played with them in my childhood either. So the only thing I actually hated or let's say scared me in the movie was obviously, Annabelle. Not her actions but her appearance. Soon, when the movie ended, for the millionth time I told my friends how much that doll disgusted me and