Goosebumps arose over my arms as his minty breath fanned against my cheek.
Nails bit into my palm.Adelaide, you don’t have money for a lawsuit.
Christian shuffled past our table to the one beside ours, blocking the sunlight with his broadness as he perched his hideous self onto it. His face hid with shadows, I saw the lines of an insufferable smirk and a strong-settled jaw.
He’s all muscle and too much of someone I’d love to enjoy in other circumstances.Damn him for having a hot body.
Stupid, stupid Adelaide. It would be better getting on my knees and begging Harry.
Heavy breaths and uncharacteristic glances, I stood from my spot and made it my mission to get out.
Only three steps later.
A large, calloused,warmhand tethered itself to my wrist.
Turning my head with a preposterous look, Christian’s smirk evolved into a frown.
With a swift pull, electric sparks sprinted towards my heart, hypnotising me to jump into a pool of dark hazel eyes.
SIX
CHRISTIAN
There were onlytwo moments in my life where I was left speechless.
Staring into Adelaide’s mystical sapphire eyes was the third.
If a blind person asked me to describe the most beautiful creation, I’d describe Adelaide.
Her earrings dangled from how hard I pulled her towards me. She was taller than I remembered her to be—in heels—her head brushed the top of my chest. Her pulse juddered under my absentminded caress, skidding inhumanely fast and coerced my own to follow suit. My eyes involuntarily shut at the waft of roses and white musk.
Opening my eyes with furrowed brows, I couldn’t understand why my brain silenced itself. Why a fraction of her narrowed eyes softened or why both of us entered a place where the sound of trees ruffling in the midnight air sung between us.
Adelaide took a step back, taking with her the ambrosialscent. Her gated look hid from me with fingers rubbing my mark on her.
Adelaide’s throat rippled with a hard swallow.
Her short red dress swayed under the air conditioning vent and gave me a glimpse of her milky thigh. Patience was a fortitude—the beguiling image of ivory thighs and the hazy look she bore—punishable even to a man with as much placidity as me.
My hand flexed. Hoarse and unsteady, “Running away doesn’t solve problems, Ms. Mikael.”
“Talking from experience, Mr. Hayes?” Bitterness stretched through her voice onto the lapels of my last name.
This Adelaide was nothing like the girl on the news. Gone was the timidness and in its stead was a hissing cat.
She looked—forehead, between my brows, nose—but she didn’t look atme.
“Addie,” Osama took a step towards her. “As much as you don’t like Christian, you have to know that he’s the one that can help you. Not me.”
Black smoke shaded my gaze.
Why the fuck wasn’t she looking at me?
“She’s aware that her plan’s too shitty to bring up to me.”
Her jaw ticked.
“You want to know what I think?”
