Adam Levine? He's my dad

Chapter 15 - Never Gonna Leave This Bed

Adam’s POV:

“Fuck,” I pushed the off button and threw the remote control of the television away. I hate seeing her in the movie Burlesque. Yes, I admit she did look sexy in it but I’m jealous. I’m BURNING JEALOUS. I love her, and I don’t want her to look bitchy or something. Her damn sexiness is only for me.

I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling burnt out of jealousy. Suddenly I heard the bell went ding dong. I stood up to open the door.

“Hey honey, I’m home,” Christina smiled sweetly but I just rolled my eyes to her and turned myself away. I don’t want to talk to her this time. “Honey, you should say anything. I just got home, tired. You’re acting weird,” she said, noticing my action. Yeah, of course I was acting weird. Because of YOU.

I didn’t answer her.

“Has Amanda eaten, darling?” she asked, softly but it kinda hurt me.       

I shut my mouth. I don’t want to answer her.

“Where’s Amanda? You didn’t take her from the nursery?” she asked again, but this time her tone’s different.

Still, I kept my mouth shut.

“Honey, why with you? I’m asking but you don’t even answer me!” She gripped my arm before I could make my way to the room. “You know what, Christina, you acted great in the movie Burlesque,” I stop.

“So, why with it?” she lifted her eyebrows.

“And I hate it. You look bitchy, you know,” I turn myself away. “Adam, how could you say that?!” she started to stutter and the grip of her hand on my arm loosened. “I hate you,” I didn’t know how that line could slip out of my mouth.

No, I didn’t hate her. I just hated her in the movie.

She sat on the floor and frowned, crying badly. I’m always being the one who calmed her whenever she cried but this time, my ego is high. To tell you the truth, I hate myself hating her. Ugh, what actually am I doing?

I walked into the room, leaving her crying.

I threw my body into the bed. I could hear her cries from this room and I hate it so damn much! But I tried hard to sleep, trying to forget everything I’ve done.

Adam’s ego level: 100%

Honestly, I couldn’t sleep that night without her cuddling next to me. Uh, I hated myself. I hated myself.

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I woke up, last night is the worst night, and she’s not even sleep beside me. I forced my strength to get up. Today, I needed to head to ‘The Voice’ studio. Yeah, I’m going to see her again. I don’t know how to face her. I feel fucked up.

I get myself ready and walk out of the room. I’m just wearing simple, a black jeans, white t-shirt and a vest. Keeping this style is better.

I saw her still sleeping on the sofa. I felt sorry at her but my ego stopped me. I left her a last stare before I walk out. How cruel am I, I didn’t even wake her up and she’s supposed to go with me to studio. But this time, she needed to wake herself up and go by herself.

My ego is still maintaining its level: 100%

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I sat on the chair, playing with my fingers. “Hey big boy,” Cee Lo greeted me. I wave my hand to him and smile warmly. “Where’s Christina? She’s not coming with you?” he asked while taking a place, sitting next to me. “Dunno,” I answer simply while shrugging my shoulders. It sounds bullshit to say that you didn’t even know why your wife is not around. “Hey, come on, are you guys having a fight?” he asks, reading everything on mind. “Oh please,” I faked my smile.