Adam's Apple Movie Novels & Stories

"Yes, I’m with him. Don't tell the viscount anything. I don't care if he hasn't given his permission, and I'll still be coming to the party later with Adam. I'll be leaving for New York after all this.” I got up from bed, fixed myself, and then left the room. Nina still hadn't replied, so I just let it be. When I walked out, I found Adam sitting in front of a laptop, seemingly in a conference meeting. He mentioned a problem they are currently facing in the office—the possibility of the premiere of a movie they will release next month being delayed. Someone in the meeting suggested they could move it to next year. But just seeing him triggered nervousness and excitement in my belly. He still

Instead, he tilted his head slightly, studying me in that sharp, unnerving way of his. Then, out of nowhere— “Forgive me, Miss Roman.” A pause. Then— “Why do you have an Adam’s apple?” My heart stopped. The office felt suffocatingly silent. Creed’s gaze was locked onto my throat, his expression unreadable. I froze. Brain stalling. Panic creeping in like a goddamn tidal wave. Shit. Shit. SHIT. "I understand that it's not unheard of—I’ve met a few women with Adam’s apples—but yours is... noticeably more prominent."

Ben was about to walk over to Dana’s side when he was stopped- “My god! Are you Adam’s boy?” Mr Appleton looked at Ben in shock. Ben looked back at Mr Appleton with a similar expression. “Adam Adalase… are you Adam’s boy? Mr Appleton repeated himself excitedly. “Yes” Ben walked closer to Mr Appleton a little puzzled. He was sure he’d never met the Appletons.

Another stood by the front window watching the grounds. The large Alpha threw her into the middle of the room. She caught herself before she went down and straightened up. He looked at her for a long moment. Then he turned his head. "Adams." One of the men near the wall pushed off it and walked forward. Shorter than the others but built compactly, the way something doesn't need to be tall to be dangerous. He cracked his knuckles as he came. "She knows where the kid is," the large Alpha said. "Get it out of her."

“They’re not.” I pushed the application form in her direction, but she didn’t take it. “I’m here because he’s blackmailing me,” she said. “Holding Adam to ransom unless I do six months on this intern thing.” I looked at her blankly until she continued. “Adam is a horse whisperer, from the States. The best.” “I see.” I pulled the application form back. “In that case this intern thing isn’t for you. I’ve already got one joyrider on my programme, I don’t need another.”

We heard Jimmy before we saw him. His voice was really loud and he was being dramatic as usual because his voice sounded like ease definitely fake crying. What was wrong with him for goddess sake, I was almost as pissed as Adam because Jimmy had clearly ruined what it was that we were having going on. Adam’s hands were still on my waist, but his face was long longer in mine, instead it was on my neck and he we groaning into it. At this point, I did not even blame him. I knew Jimmy was moving closer as his voice sounded near. Adam and I were still tangled in our hugs, I could not even bring myself to separate from him.

Like a god playing at being human. The second his gaze met mine, his lazy grin deepened, that sharp amusement flickering brighter in his eyes as he raised the apple and took a slow, deliberate bite. I stared up at him, eyes wide, heart pounding, and at that moment, there was only one thought echoing in my head. The Goddess really didn’t answer my prayers, did she?

I shivered at his warning, last night he made me shiver with his touches and today he is making me shiver with his words, what kind of man he is? His closeness made it hard to think of other things, especially his scent surrounding me like a drug. I pressed my lips tightly not to spout nonsense but they betrayed me by parting before I could realize, words spilled out from me barely like a whisper. "Daddy Alpha!" Not even a second after those words came out from me, Edmund’s darkened gaze shifted to wildness, something dangerous than earlier. Before I could come up with an explanation, his lips attacked mine pulling into a passionate kiss.

He asks, wiggling his eyebrows. “Oh, hell yes. I think I might ride your dick first before I tet her again.” What? You cant blame me. Adam is a Greek god. He's fucking hot. I mean, oh, sweet lawd, when I say hot, I mean hot like Ian Somerholder and Rob Lowe. My eyes travel to his chest, and ladies and gentlemen, I think I just had my five orgasm for the night. Kiding, but holy mother of all things good, it’s magnificent. He has muscles everywhere. I have never seen this many muscles in my life. I mean, in movies yes, but in real life? Nah, the men I usually fuck don't have muscles. “Are you done staring or do you want to continue eye-fucking me?” Adam's voice brings me back to reality.