Adam Sandler Fits Novels & Stories

unraveling his surprise again at her unbelievable resemblance with Amanda. "have your seat," Adam commanded. motioning his hand toward the chair in front of him. Sandy sits on the dark brown office chair leaning forward to position her bum at the edge of the chair. "I was told you're the office errand girl and I've not had the time to meet you," Adam commented while fixing his gaze on his computer screen like he was more concerned about whatever was going on the blank computer screen. trying not to make her more uncomfortable as she was, he could see that she was shaky almost like she was expecting him to say something harsh.

“I’ve been looking forward to this.” Adam’s grip was firm without being performative. Confident, but not loud. He was maybe a couple of years older than me, early forties at most, with the kind of face that suggested he knew how to listen before he spoke. Dark hair threaded with just enough silver to look earned. Sharp suit, no unnecessary flash. “Likewise,” I said, meaning it more than I’d planned to. We ordered quickly, skipped the small talk almost immediately. That, too, surprised me.

“Roman Cruz. Look at you. You are… heavenly. I mean, my God. The suit is perfection. You’re going to break hearts. And cameras.” I offered a smile that showed I was clearly not enjoying this. “We ready?” “Almost,” Adam said, finally snapping out of his daze. He turned to Callum. “Perfume. He needs to smell the part.” Callum fixed my cuff link like how a wife would do for a husband as Adam watched in awe. “Don’t say shit,” callum said in anger as Adam shrugged. “I didn’t say anything.” Callum then got out a glass bottle from my drawer and spritzed a cloud of it into the air between us. “Walk through it.”

Was he interrogating Ryder already? Finally, Adam came back into the room and behind him was a breathtaking god dressed in a black silk Armani suit. His raven hair combed smoothly in place. He was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses and for a while I thought he looked familiar. He was not wearing a stud on his ear and the guy I was looking at now was ten times classier than the Ryder I met at the bar. It was almost hard to believe that this was the same guy. “Hello, Astrid. We meet again,” he said.

The awkwardness was eating her up so she decided to initiate a conversation. "Hi, we've met before and not at my office I mean but at a party, you made me pour my drink on myself and ...." Adam cut her shut and his tone fierce " I didn't make you pour your drink, Miss Maddy. You were just clumsy and stood there like a freak staring and what's up with your outfit today? You've got a date? Wait! I hope you are not dressed like that to impress me because you are not my type and I am not an easy chat. So do yourself a favor and do your job without any other intention or motive."

I greeted as I moved forward. "Did you not hear when I asked you to leave, miss Sanchez?" Mr Adams attacked me again. "Please let me explain." I said. Mr Adams looked at me with disgust. "Oh really?" He asked. He picked up a paper which seemed to be a magazine and he placed it on top of his table. "Then explain what the hell is this? " "This news is currently trending #1 about you on all social media platforms, Vanessa. I told you to get famous if you want a lead role in my movies. I didn't ask you to get famous for promiscuity and ruin my company's name!"

I ask him, watching as his shoulders sink and his eyes darken considerably. "Yeah, I'll be back soon," he responds tightly, grabbing his jacket from the opposite couch. "Wait, where are you going?" I ask, eyebrows scrunched up. He'd promised to spend the night with me eating junk food and watching movies. Adam Sandler is not someone you could watch on your own, it's just not the same. "I'll be back soon, a few hours tops." He mumbles, looking around for his keys. I lean forward, picking them up from the coffee table and chuck them at him —

It was coming from the door that led to the busier part of the company and I would be lying if I said I wasn't interested in whoever was coming down. The moment he rounded the corner and stepped into the reception, I froze. Green eyes that I struggled to forget lazily raked over me, irritation clearly built in them. He ran his fingers through his brown hair as his hand silently worked on his phone. The knots in my stomach tightened with the mere sight of him in his designer suit. Never again did I think our paths would cross. But right here, and right now, I was staring at Adam. Adam fucking Sandler.

I nodded Ander out and he left, leaving Adamson and me behind. For the first time in a long time, he looked… fresh! Lively. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white shirt, with no tie. He had a black belt holding his pants tight and secured around his waist and he looked quite dashing for the old man. I stood up and ushered him into the seat in front of me, “Pops, what are you doing here?” The word escaped my lips leaving the both of us shocked to the core, but I was quick to mask it all and cleared my throat.

His voice was more professional and more polished now than it normally was. "Your mate is lovely," Alpha Schneider said. I saw disgust flash across Adam's face. "Indeed." Adam said. He turned his attention to me. "Darling, I've yet to get my waltz this evening." "Oh," I said, narrowing my eyes at him. "I suppose I've been too busy dancing with Diedrick and Jace." I thought I saw Alpha Superior Schneider smile out of the corner of my eye. "My turn," Adam said, holding out his hand.