ADAMI have to tell Bianca now.Damn it. It wasn't that hard. I could just let them take my site in Thailand, ask her parents to sign the transfer papers, and it’s all done. I just couldn't find the right time because I didn’t want to make a scene. I knew Bianca too well, and I knew that it wasn’t going to end well.
I had to, though. Immediately. I couldn’t wait to get Julia back, especially with my possessiveness issue. I was always jealous. I wanted to keep her by my side and shove all those men away, even if it's my brother who was now dragging Julia to the dance floor.
I clenched my fists.
“Don't you want to dance?” Bianca said. She fucking couldn’t stop holding me in public. “Or do you want to get back to the suite?”
“Bianca, please...” I moved her hands away from my neck. “Don't.”
She sighed and drank another shot of red wine.
“When are you going to stop making this harder for us? Hmm? Or maybe I could just tell Dad to let us get married right away? Isn't that what you wanted for us before? Live together for the rest of our lives?”
“Not anymore.” I drank my scotch straight. There was only one thing her family wanted from me. It wasn’t the marriage. It was my business.
“I want you. Isn't that enough?”
“You could've said that a long time ago. Things have changed now.”
“Wait. Why are we suddenly having this conversation?” Her tone raised an octave, getting everyone’s attention. This was what I was talking about. She knew how to make a scene.
“Bianca, can't you see what's wrong with us? This is a mistake.”
“Don't forget how I fucking saved you and your reputation. Dad would not allow—”
“Stop it, Bianca. Not here.”
“Adam, I love you. I still do.” She curled her arms around my neck again. “Please, I'll behave. I can't lose you again.”
“Bianca, you don't love me.” I took her face in my hands. “I'm not the man for you. Listen, you're a beautiful, young, successful woman. Don't waste your time on someone who won't love you back.”
“Are you breaking up with me?” she asked, her lips trembled.
“I would give your father what he always wanted.”
She shook her head. “That’s not the right answer.”
“Look, I'm going to take you to your room now.”
“I don't want us to break up.” She began to cry. “Please, Adam. Don't do this.”
“Shh, don't cry. Come on, let’s get you outside.”
Fortunately, Bianca listened to me, but she was too drunk and unable to stand by herself, so I brought her to her suite and helped her settle on the bed. She was so wasted.
“I’ll come here in the morning,” I said.
“I am sorry, Adam. I am sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m going back to the hall. Take a bath, have a good night's sleep, and I'll take you to your parents tomorrow, okay?”
“Is she the reason?”
“Bianca, let's not talk about it—” She forced herself to sit up.
“I am asking you. Is she the reason?”
“Yes.”
“No. That’s not true. You are mine. You're still mine!” she screamed. “You're going to realize it someday. I can't break up with you, and that's final.”
“Can’t you just accept that it is over for us?”
“So, you just used me? And now that she’s here, you want your mistress back?”
“Don't call her my mistress. We’re not married, Bianca.”
“Why not? She really is your mistress because she's bitching someone else's fiancée!”
I shook my head. “This is the reason why I can't stay with you.”
“You started this. Don't blame it on me!”
“Whether you like it or not, I can't marry you. You know what? I'm leaving. Do as you please. Now, will you please excuse me?”
I turned away. I heard her calling me, but I chose to ignore it as I paced towards the door.
JULIALuke approached me and asked me to dance. He grinned as he held my waist and my hand.
“So tell me,” he said, “is that for real?”
I knew he was talking about Henry’s confession earlier. I groaned inwardly. “It’s not for me. The spotlight had mistaken me for someone else.”
He clicked his tongue. “I believe you.”
“Where’s Nina?”
He glanced over our left side and found her dancing with Henry. He smiled sweetly. “Change partners. I finally got to dance with you.”
“You know what, Luke, you're still a mystery to me.”
“Most people say so. But I disagree. There's no mystery about me. I'm an open book.”
“Why don't you tell me about your family and make this dance interesting?”
He flashed a smile. “Why ask something you already heard from Jake?”
“I wanted to hear it from you since we’re friends, right?”
He cleared his throat. “Well, my father remarried, and everybody already knows that.”
“How’s your stepmother?”
“She’s great. She’s more than a real mother to me than my own. My real mother left us, but later on, I found out that she died. Why do you want to know about that?”
“I’m just curious. I heard you were having a difficult time accepting your stepsister. How’s living with her?”
“She's not living with us. I only met her once.”
“Then, how about a girlfriend?”
“I have no interest at the moment.”
I smirked. “You kind of remind me of Adam.”
“Adam Cavendish. Speaking of your former boss, I think he's coming over to steal you again.” Luke stopped dancing and released me. “I guess I’m going to find someone else.” He kissed my hand before he walked away.
I spun around and found Adam marching towards me. He was wearing the most serious expression, and he seemed furious.
“Hey, what's wrong?”
Adam grabbed my hand. “Come on. Let's get out of here. Where are your things?”
I frowned. “It's just this purse. Why?”
“We are leaving.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now. Come on.”
I let him drag me outside.
“Did you tell her?”
“Yes. I broke up with her. Let's go.”
“Hey, how about your brother and my boss? I have to tell them.”
“You were dancing with him a few minutes ago, and you didn’t tell him? Screw it. They had you more than enough. You don't know what I am planning to do and would like to do with you the whole night. I can't wait anymore.”
Adam’s suite was only ten floors away from the grand hall. The moment we came inside, he threw my purse on the floor, pulled his suit jacket away, loosened his necktie, and then claimed my mouth in the deepest kiss he could ever give.
Excitement filled my stomach. Adam’s skillful mouth moved to my jaw, tracing the line to my ear. I bit my lip hard as I felt him run his tongue down the skin of my neck. While his mouth was busy devouring me, he unzipped my dress to the bottom, then hauled it down my body.
He narrowed his eyes at my body as if I was the most desirable being he’d ever seen. He lowered himself, and he began kissing my stomach down my navel. All I could do was watch as if watching an erotic scene from a romance film, and I was the protagonist. His mouth slowly went down the seam of my lace panties.
A groan escaped his lips as he stopped. “I promise that you're going to have the best night of your life.” Hastily, he pulled down my undergarment. “Step out of your underwear,” he demanded. I obeyed him, and then when I was utterly free, he buried his face in my core. His tongue automatically ran over my cleft.
“Adam,” I moaned. “Please...” I didn't even know what I was begging for.
Adam stopped again, then stood, but only to lay me on the bed, and then his mouth went back and continued to devour my core. I whimpered even more when I felt him filling me with his finger, thrusting inside delicately.
“Don't stop. Please, don't stop,” I commanded, catching my breath. The sensation itself was filling my stomach until it reached my head, making my eyes heavy.
“You are so wet.”
“I think I'm going to come…”
“Not yet.” He continued to suck my core hard as if there was a competition, and he was aiming for an award. He continued to thrust a finger into me.
“Ohh!”“You are still dressed…” I ran my tongue on my lower lip, and he smiled.
“Then undress me.”
Swiftly, I sat up then began to unbutton his dress shirt. I kissed his mouth while doing so. Taking too long, he unbuckled his belt, and then he stepped down the bed to pull his trousers down, including his boxers. His shaft sprang free, and he was thick, hard, and… huge.My mouth dropped open. I wasn’t sure if it would ever fit in me.
Adam’s eyes gleamed. “Like what you see?”
Before I could even reply, he came back on top of me then kissed my neck again down to my collarbone. His other hand reached for the hook of my bra then expertly unhooked it.
“So beautiful…”“Hmm…” My hands palmed the back of his head, entwining a handful of his hair around my fingers. I could already feel my orgasm building.
Adam paused, then went up to meet my eyes.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Satisfied with my answer, he finally positioned himself between my thighs. “Are you ready?”
I gulped. “I think so.” I clenched the bedsheet nervously, wondering if I could take his length.
Adam lowered his body, aligning the tip of his shaft in my opening. He groaned with a scowl on his face as he tried to push into me.
“Damn, you are so tight, baby… so fucking tight. When was your last time?”
“I can’t remember. It was ages ago.”
Carefully and gently, he thrust his shaft into me again. A sharp and delicious breath escaped my mouth.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded, biting my lip in ecstasy.
“Good. Because this is just the beginning,” he promised with a smile as he continued to slam his length into me, filling me inch by inch.