Adrian Tomine: Books Novels & Stories

Unnegotiable… Adrian alone.

Tommy said and Kristen felt like punching in him the face for making it more difficult for Adrian. “Adrian painted it. He likes to paint some times and his initials are A.T, Adrian Tremont,” Kristen said as nonchalantly as her voice would allow her and then in the very next moment asked, “Does anyone want some cake?” Bea rose up her hand and rushed to her side. Everyone else didn’t really have a choice but to leave the issue.

“Do you ever think about the future? Like, really think about it?” “All the time,” I admitted. “Sometimes it scares me, sometimes it excites me. Why?” He hesitated, which was unusual for him. Adrian was rarely uncertain, and the pause caught my attention. “There’s something I’ve been working on,” he said slowly. “Something I haven’t told you about yet.” I frowned, sitting up straighter. “What do you mean? What kind of something?” Adrian gave me a small, almost shy smile, a rare sight that made my heart ache. “I’ve been… writing,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “A book, actually.”

“You’re back.” He crossed the room and kissed her softly. “Did you miss me?” “Of course.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “How did it go?” Adrian exhaled. “Damian wants to join the Trident Project.” Elena blinked. “But… that’s huge. Why would he—” “Because it’s mine,” Adrian said quietly. “And he wants to prove he can take a piece of everything I build.” She frowned. “Do you think he’ll cause trouble?”

Adrian repeated, then met my eyes again, a grin playing on his lips, “what did you think I do all day? I have my own business that I started after getting large cash from trades. I do trading on the side and have malls and real estate business.” I stilled. Like literally stopped in my steps. “You are kidding?” I asked, laughing a little. He shot me a playful frown, “Ask Mr. Williams?” I pressed my lips together to hide the laugh and walked in with him. The empty white room had white leather couches with a glass table in the middle. Minor decores were gracing the room modernly. Adrian’s phone started ringing. He kissed me on the forehead and muttered, “Look around. I am gonna pick this up and

"Stuff? Come on. Don't be shy. You gotta be doing something interesting." Adrian clears his throat, his leg bouncing nervously. "I, um... I teach. Actually. I’m an English professor. At Blackwood university." Drake lets out a low, appreciative whistle, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "No shit? A professor. That fits you, man. I always knew you were the smart, responsible type. I can totally see you grading papers in a cardigan." He laughs, a rich, warm sound that makes Adrian's stomach flip.

While he was one of the world's biggest asses, he cared for his friends deeply and Dillon loved him deeply in return as he did with all his friends. Adrian was pretty easy on the eyes himself, honestly. He was a tall, over six foot, leaner built, African American man with some nice muscle. The smooth, toned skin on the back of his neck shown with sweat. Though he looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, Dillon never thought to ask. He did know that he was married and had a young son and a baby daughter, named Derrick and Mavis, respectively. They were really great kids. Both he and Tony would hang out with them frequently. They had awesome sports parties too. Naturally, Dillon was

Adryan is my HOME. THE END

“I mean... I’m shocked to see you here.” Adrian’s expression shifted quickly, smooth as glass. “Ah, yeah. I came to drop off something for a friend’s brother who stays in this same dorm.” He leaned forward, grabbing a random book from the desk. “But he’s not around, and I figured I could wait here in Kim’s dorm room while he returns from wherever he went to.” Genvieve’s eyes widened. “Ohh, okay.” She nodded. “And what about Sloane? Your roommate.”

And this one, rare and unguarded, that only appears when nobody’s watching. My phone buzzes. Victor: “Dom sent previews. Zara, the Hadid book was inspired. Coffee cups perfect. Adrian actually looks human. Posting at 7PM.” I show Adrian. “‘Actually looks human,’” he says flatly. “On the bright side, you’ve cleared the bar.” “The bar Victor sets gets lower every year.” “Or you’re getting better at clearing it.” I set my phone down. “For what it’s worth, that smile just now? That one’s my favourite.”