“It was. Ever heard of the fine print?”
Without any failure, I parallel parked into a spot a couple of cars away from the front of the bistro and turned the car off.
“We can’t sit in the same car without fighting, you think we can live in the same house?” Her voice pitched a bit. Exaggerated.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Most couples live together and I’m not sure if you know this, but all marriedcouples live in one house.” This shouldn’t even be a fucking argument.
With pursed lips, Osama turned to look at me and quickly looked away when he saw my face fuming. “Imma just…” He indicated leaving out the door with sideway thumbs. I glared at him. “Yep,” he popped thep. “I’m out of here, peace.”
Not even a second later, Osama dashed out the passenger’s seat and all but ran into Morning Star.
Adelaide’s eyes scorched me through the mirror.
Fuck.How long has it been since I got laid?
Oh, I know. Seven fucking years.
It didn’t help that her body was orchestrated for mine. But this was physical chemistry, something her and I never lacked. Sex was a normal part of life and maybe, if she wasn’t so stubborn, we could come to some kind of an arrangement. One that would mean having her body next to mine every night. One that meant extracting every minuscule version of lingering pleasure within her.
It didn’t help that her ass looked incredible in that obscenely yellow coloured skirt. Curves—delicious and precious—only belong to her. I’d never stared at a woman long enough to admire the elegant lines of her body, but with Adelaide it came naturally. She stood in a room and like an aesthete, I stared at all the tiny details that made herher. As long as I was alive, there’d never be a day where she’d go unnoticed.
Adelaide Mikael was a reverence to my patience and it fucking unnerved me to see her break it down piece by piece when I didn’t have the luxury of putting myself back together.
We’d be perfect in bed together. Every bit of pleasure she wanted; I’d happily give it all.
Except, you can’t. Because this marriage isn’t real, and she pretty much hates your fucking guts.
There was that small detail.
Whipping my head around, I rested my elbow on the space between the headrest and the shoulder portion of the seat.
She glared.
I stared.
Without another word, she got out of the car.
Leaving me with my mouth half-open.
TWELVE
ADELAIDE
Christian waseither the biggest two-faced man on earth or he wanted to get on my nerves.
He guided me inside with one hand on the small of my back, while the other held the door open. The gentle push me was borderline teasing, but the look I gave back to him was full on murderous.
All he did waschuckle.
And that chuckle not only travelled into the voids in my heart, but also fell south towards my quickly heated core. Naturally, I caught onto his lips.That plump, salacious mouth of his.
Clearing my airway, the exuberating smells of espresso and coffee calmed my nerves. The last time I came to Morning Star—amazing as it was—some woman asked if I had a foot fetish and stole my drink.
The place bustled with effervescent energy.
Kaan smiled at me from behind the counter. He was on the older side, but kept his body built. If I wasn’t marryingthe man that was now shooting daggers at Kaan’s direction, he would’ve been my ideal husband. Plus, he made the absolute best sugar cookies during the holidays.
I love men that can make cookies.
