Another Lonely Night Adam Lambert Novels & Stories

He rubbed the back of his neck and brought forth his right hand for me to shake. “Hi, I am Liam. Liam Greene”, he said to me. It was my turn to speak and I couldn’t form any words. “Hi. . . Hi I . . . I am Lilian. Lilian Johnson”, I said and shook his hand. “Oh, Hi Ms Lilian Johnson. You are new here I guess, as you do not have an employer ID. So, are you the new assistant who will be working under Clara, I mean Ms Dawson?”, he asked me and he was bang on, and came straight to the point.

He slides a photograph across the desk to me and I snap it up and raise it to examine. The photograph has age, a bit crumpled in one corner. It depicts a family, a once happy family. Leda and her husband stand smiling and proud above a young girl, a young girl who's eyes turn my stomach. I blink several times and redirect my attention to Jonah. "Who is this?" "Mira Marshall. Here, look through this." He shoves the cellular phone at me and I hastily poke around until I have pulled up the picture gallery.

Waking up with Lara in my arms was an amazing feeling. She’s curled close to my right side with her right knee resting on my lower abdomen. Not wanting to disturb her, I take myself back to last night. Last night was very unexpected. I didn’t expect to meet her two sons and their friends. I’m not against meeting new people, nor do I get uncomfortable like Lara. Even though I haven’t been with Lara long, I was hoping she and I would progress in the direction of meeting family. I wonder what part Sean has in her life because it looked like there is something more to their friendship. Whatever it may be, I will be in Lara’s life for as long as she allows me to be in it. A thought is te

At night he slept on the sleeper couch while I had the bed to myself. When we got back home, he had me sleeping in one of the guest bedrooms and himself in the maser bedroom. He left for work before I woke up and returned late at night. Sometimes I heard him late at night and sometimes I didn't. The only other person who kept me busy was the house help Mary. She would always tell me to not lose hope as things may change. I highly doubt because unless a miracle happens there was no hope. Since getting married three months ago, we have hardly spoke. So today I have decided to wait for him to arrive home.

“Which part? If you didn’t call me to that alley, I didn’t need to experience that.” Adam showed me his index finger and waved it left and right. “You’re wrong, Monica.” Monica? Whom is he calling Moni… Ahhh. I remembered. He helped me last time by pretending as my boyfriend and calling me “Monica.” “I am a loan shark owner,” Mr. Adam said before he knelt in front of me. Stunned, I stepped back but Adam firmly held my feet. “But those guys are real mobsters. If they see a lady like you walking alone, they might make fun of you,” he added, removing my remaining shoe.

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No Lancaster was divorced in history. "Sir, is everything alright?" Alfred, his most trusted employee/friend approached, worry etched all over his face. "I couldn't help but notice your agitation." Gerald beamed. "Ah, Alfred. Nothing is wrong! In fact, everything is alright! You know the girl who entered Matthew's suite last night?" Alred nodded. "Vaguely. I was pre-occupied last night with the event." "Of course, you were." The old man grinned. "Whenever I think I've had enough of that dreaded socialization I need to take part in once in a while, or when Matthew mysteriously leaves the venue--you step up and take it from there."

There had to be more. I sighed heavily and wished the message would vanish from my phone screen. Where on earth was I supposed to get $10 million? It was now 10 p.m. I fixed my hair, heart pounding with anticipation. Jerome had texted again saying Fiona had gone home, Jordan was asleep, and all the other guards were off duty for the night. Since it was Jerome’s shift, I could sneak in. Maya was already snoring, so I tiptoed out of the apartment. I wasn’t in the mood for another lecture.

“Twenty nights,” Kai Lennox murmured against Damien’s lips as they stumbled out of the elevator and into the penthouse at 11:49 p.m. The words felt heavy, almost sacred. Twenty nights of the same addictive rhythm, and yet tonight it felt different deeper, more settled, like the pattern had finally locked into place and refused to be broken.

I sat up slowly and reached for the water on the nightstand, but the glass was empty. I turned my head and froze when I saw Adam on the floor, doing push ups like a completely unwell person. His shirt was off, his back flexing with each movement, his hair falling over his forehead as he kept going like sleep was a rumour he refused to believe in. I grabbed my phone and checked the time, “Adam.” He kept moving, “what?” “It’s almost seven in the morning.” “I know.” “You haven’t slept a wink since last night.” He stopped, sat back on his heels, and dragged one hand through his hair, “I know. I have insomnia.”