Novel & Cerita Adrian And Marinette

He crossed to the bookshelf behind his desk, lifted a heavy leather bound copy of some biography he had never once mentioned reading, and drew a small brass key from the hollowed space beneath it. I did not look up from Evan's spelling list. I did not need to. That Tuesday, Adrian left for a two day trip to close some deal in Chicago, kissing my forehead on his way out the door with an ease that almost impressed me now, a man capable of loving his wife goodbye in the morning and lying to her about everything that mattered by noon. The boys were at school. Marta had gone to the market with a list long enough to keep her out for hours. The house was mine.

There were a few hunting trophies on the wall as well, a bear and a stag. Cassandra’s eyes drifted to the office’s occupant who was seated behind what looked like a professional gamer’s station, complete with multiple screens and a rotating chair. “Nice to meet you again Miss Fisher,” Jason Drake said getting up from his chair. Jason was tall, like an NBA player with a tight muscular body that bulged in all the right places. This time he had no cap or glasses to hide his features so she could see him in his full glory. And glorious he was, his hair was long and curly styled into a lob . Cassandra had caught a glimpse of his hazel eyes but seeing them fully was an entirely different experienc

Adrian said, looking at his laptop. "Well, she is to me." "Then you have a problem." Adrian said without looking at him as he picked up his glass again and took a sip. "Speaking of beautiful women though, Mario's girlfriend is far from an exception." Adrian froze momentarily.

ethan today my partner calls me when I was in my cabin I talk with him and after talking for a while they told me they want your hand for marriage with there daughter Hearing this Adrian gets shocked he didn't believe in his ears without thinking twice he says "Tell them we are not interested " evan looks at Adrian and asks why? "You are young , you should get married now" why are you saying no? Because I don't want to marry dad please my answer is no and nobody can change that , saying that he gets up from his chair and went out from the cabin Evan looks at his son and gets shocked (Evan provk)

" She said,Of course she had.We walked through the evening city toward the compound and at dinner Maren had opinions about the people who would be there and the ones who weren't back yet. My phone moved.Drake.I answered."We have them." He said. "All three. Moving now. Three hours.""Anyone hurt." I said."No." He said. "Clean.""Adrian." I said.A brief pause.Then Adrian's voice replaced Drake's. "Here." He said."Three hours." I said."Three hours." He confirmed. "Save dinner.""Maren will." I said. "She's already decided the seating."A sound from his end that was almost a laugh."Three hours." He said.I lowered the phone.Elle was looking at me."Three hours." I said.She nodded once.

The room froze again. Adrian’s fist tightened harder around Creigh’s collar while pure anger burned inside his dark eyes now. “You think this is funny?” Adrian hissed. Creigh stared back calmly. “No,” he answered quietly. “But you losing your temper easily is becoming interesting.” Adrian nearly punched him right there, clenching his fist afterward for another punch. Marie rose from the couch immediately. “Enough!” Nobody listened. “You stay the hell away from Aria,” Adrian snapped furiously. “I don’t care who you are.”

The voice on the other end was easy, familiar—his longtime friend, Nate. “Man, it’s been forever. We’ve got a group heading to Harlan’s tonight—come have a drink, blow off some steam.” Adrian glanced at Emily, who was now smoothing the sleeves of his shirt with delicate fingers.“Can’t,”he said simply.“Spending the night with my wife.” There was a pause, then a groan through the line.“God, you’re one of those now. Alright, alright, I get it. Go be disgustingly in love. I’ll catch you next time.”

Then a hand shot out from the side and caught the edge first. Claire Bennett. Adrian's childhood friend from Queens.Three months ago,he had brought her into his company as a brand coordinator,then started taking her to dinners,parties,and rooms where outsiders were never supposed to stand. Claire touched the bouquet,let go as if burned,and the flowers bounced into my arms.The hall went quiet,then exploded. "Adrian!What are you waiting for?" "Eight years,man.Get on one knee!" "Marry her!A Moretti princess does not wait forever!"

Adryan is my HOME. THE END

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