Adam Driver N Word Novels & Stories

His body was familiar so there was no more rejection. "Let me drive this fast and slow. I threw our clothes on the empty passenger seat next to the driver. Watch out, if you dare to smell Nadhea Martinez's shirt!"Adam's threat to start his first Shake was enough to slam Nadhea's slender body moving in a limited space.

“I am one of the best racing drivers in the world. Not everyone can get the precious opportunity to race with me.” Amelia bit her bottom lip, “But he caught up with you as an amateur. I guess you aren’t as good as you have boasted.” Adam clutched the steering wheel. He rarely got angry, especially with the one he cared about, but Amelia’s words hurt his pride. “You are about to find the answer, babe.” He huffed a cold laugh, then stepped on the gas again.

Adam winked at me, making my blood boil. Game.fucking.on! Adam freaking Miller!

Adams said making Alek chuckle, if there was anything he loved about Adam it was how dumb he was. "Uhh well that's not true" Alek said as he toyed with his fingers. "Is he also in this club?" Adams asked, confusion was written over his face,even his guards knew they were talking about him but they wouldn't dare to meddle. "Yes he is dummy" Kirill answered instead and it got Adams angry. "Shut your peephole asshole!" Adams said, pointing his index finger at Kirill who shrugged him off. "I don't know how long you want to play this game but everyone in this room knows that I am talking about you, you're the asshole asshole who owes me money!" Alek said, sitting up straight.

He answered, his gaze no doubt riveted to my pumped-up breasts. “Horseback riding and ziplining, huh?” I had to swallow a lump of nervousness. “Yay. I just can't wait.” “You're a terrible actress, Eva.” Adam threw his head back and laughed, and I punched him on the arm, loving how well-muscled it felt against my fist. “So are you ready for the massage, sweetheart?” Adam asked. The endearment he used made my stomach flatter stupidly even though I knew that was probably how he referred to every woman he wanted to fuck.

Adam stood framed in the doorway, his expression dark enough to curdle blood. "Mother." The single word carried centuries of Lancaster violence. Eve smiled. "Darling." Back in Adam's office—a temple of dark wood and darker secrets—I finally erupted. "I'm not some broodmare!" Adam slammed his ledger shut. "No. You're my wife." He stalked around the desk, caging me against the bookshelves. "And I'll be damned if I let them treat you like—" The intercom buzzed. Chloe's voice sliced through the tension:

“He’s lying. This was a plan between him and my parents. I knew nothing about it.” Kendrick nodded once, as if he already knew the answer. Then his eyes returned to Adam. “The lady just denied you,” Kendrick said evenly. “So let go of her and leave. Now. Before things get messy.” Adam laughed harshly. “Messy?” he repeated mockingly. “Do you even know who I am?” He puffed out his chest, confidence dripping from every word. “I am Adam Smith of Smith Corporation. The only Smith in the whole of Carminton.”

Adam heaved a sigh of frustration while he was inside his car. “Young Master, are you okay? Are you scared of those bullies?” Sitting in front, George didn’t miss Adam’s upset expression. “Mr. George, I am okay,” Adam answered plainly. “Mr. George, please don’t call me young master again. Please call me again.” Adam added with a friendly tone.

I started apologizing, only to be cut off by a deep, familiar voice. “Karyna?” I turned, shocked to see Adam in a red Lamborghini truck that dwarfed the small Honda Civic I arrived in. “Adam,” I greeted tentatively, not knowing what to say. The last impression I had of him wasn’t the best. I watched his brows furrow, and those icy blues of his were filled with confusion and worry. “What’s the matter? Why are you standing out here?” “Oh, I…my account is kinda acting up right now, and I have to pay the driver, but I got this. Don't worry.” I gave him a brief summary, adding a white lie as well.

“We already showered, so let’s just get dressed and head out.” Sade stood up and stretched, then smirked. “Why are you always hard?” Adamo grinned. “You’d have to ask him.” He gestured downward. Sade snorted. “Well, he is out of commission for a little while because my lady parts need a rest.” Adamo frowned. “What do you mean ‘a little while’?” She shrugged. “A little while.” He narrowed his eyes. “Define ‘little while.’”