Adrian Mellon Novels & Stories

The penthouse reeked o‍f whiskey a‌n‍d barely contained vi⁠o‌len⁠ce​ by 1:17‍ AM. Adrian​ had been drink​ing steadily since Ethan wen⁠t upstairs. Th‍e bottle of aged singl‍e malt was nea⁠rly empty, the merge​r deal‌ had of​f​i‌cially collapsed lat‍e‍ tha‍t evening, costing the company mill‍io​ns in po‌tential re‌venue. Board members had called him incompetent and weak. For the first time in yea‌rs,​ Adrian Vale felt every inch of his carefully construct‍ed empire trembling.

I asked. Adrian breathed out quietly, his shoulders dropping slightly. “My dad says if I don’t prove that I’m settling down, he’ll give the whole hotel empire to my brother Julian. I just told him that I’m engaged to a designer named Meghan.” He glanced at the sketchbook sticking out of my catering apron. “And you’re a designer.” “You don’t even know me,” I replied. “Meghan Cole,” he said, his voice lowering. “I know your name.”

“Are you serious? Are you lying to me?” In response to her mother’s excitement, Nadine nodded. It was the only way she could get Adrian into the family home. Nadine said, “I’m not lying to you. I’ll bring him to meet you tomorrow for real.” Carlene was excited beyond comparison. She smiled and said, “What’s his name? How old is he? Where is he from? What do his parents do? What does he do?” “Umm…” Nadine then smirked. “His name is Adrian Xander and he’s only twenty-four years old. He’s from Swallowston. As for his job, he manages a few million influential people and is extremely capable.”

“And you get revenge.” “And I get revenge.” She meets my eyes. “He married me for my money. Never loved me. I was a bank account with a wedding ring. So yes, I want him to feel what it’s like to lose everything. The way I felt when he walked away with fifteen million of my family’s money.” I pick up the wine now. Take a long drink. “There’s more,” she says. Of course there is. “Adrian is seeing someone. Her name is Melissa Cross. Twenty-six. Works in marketing at one of his properties. Beautiful. Ambitious.” Candice pulls up a photo on her phone. Shows me.

Herol's voice seemed enthusiastic. "Yes, I have to burn the house down, until they become ashes," Eden replied quickly. Megan, who was in a position to go down the stairs, accidentally missteps, was shocked to hear the terrifying-sounding conversation. Eden and Herol spontaneously looked up. A breather then exits Eden's nose, but before taking a step-up the stairs, it appears Megan has returned up in quick steps. Herol can only catch his breath. He knew that maybe Megan would misunderstand, as if Eden killed the doctor for no reason.

Elliot cut in. "You spend ninety percent of your time brooding like some divorced billionaire in a N*****x series" Adrian said. Elliot burst out laughing. "I'm not done. You play sad music at 2AM, disappear for days and aggressively avoid humans" Adrian continued proudly. Elliot narrowed his eyes. "Adrian" "I'm just saying, your villa literally screams tragic gay main character" Elliot grabbed the nearest pillow immediately. "Get out" Adrian burst into laughter, dodging the pillow thrown at his face.

His eyes lingered on my face for a while, then he nodded, extending his arm for me. I placed my hand in his as we walked towards the front door when a guard approached us and bowed to Clinton. Anger surged through me when I recognized the guy—Maddox, one of the guards who had hit me during the time I was locked in the dungeon. The urge to return all the pain he and his fellows gave me was too strong, but I managed to shove it down under the mask of indifference, keeping my expression neutral even as my fingers itched to strike back.

"Are you jealous?" She clicked her tongue in annoyance. "You wish, idiot." He grinned, pulling her into his arms. "But you still like my cock nonetheless." Melissa pushed at his chest, wrinkling her nose. "Rein in your disgusting scent. It's not pleasant at all." "Don't even try to change the topic." Adrian scowled at her. "You're so mean. So what if I want to fuck Vernon Giordano-Donovan?" "He's already taken," he mumbled, and his hand slid down to grab her ass. "I'd love to continue what—"

“Paperwork’s been prepped and signed for weeks. I figured you’d try to sink the ship, what you didn’t expect is that I rebuilt the entire foundation with someone far more competent by my side. As you might know, the last thing that I would want is to find myself lead into something that I do not want to cope with. And mind you, there are closures that you're going to need to pay. If you think that we are going to end this with me being financially affected, then you are very wrong. Your lawyers should explain this to you. Mine will attend the meeting as well. Things will be settled. If you want us to be there to sign papers, we are more than welcome. Otherwise we have other things to take ca

“Is this how you talk to women?” “No,” he said. “Just the very beautiful ones.” That got her. She stopped beside him. Her perfume was warm, sweet, too inviting. “I’m Melissa,” she said. “Adrian.” “I know who you are,” she teased. “Your reputation reaches far.” “And what reputation is that?” he asked. “That you’re trouble.” He smiled. “Guilty.” She held out her phone. “Give me your number then. Let’s see how much trouble you really are.”