She is a chatterbox while he is silent.
She is simple and sweet while he is arrogant and egoistic.
She believes in love while he is nowhere near love.
She puts faith in family and friends while he stays away from his family.
She is Ava Ashford
He...
I woke up with a bang from bathroom. I bolted out of bed to washroom. Opening the door I entered and saw almost naked Adrian in his boxers and picking up the fallen containers "What happened" I frantically asked
"Nothing I just dropped these mistakenly. Sorry I woke you up"
"No problem"
Sorry!? He really cares for me. A smile adored my face but it was quickly changed into frown as I noticed some marks on his back. Almost scars. The white prominent lines here and there and few like the place was cut open. Some faint whip marks too. I gasped and went closer to take a clear look. I lightly traced the marks with my finger pads. Adrian stiffened under my touch. "Get. Away" He hissed and I distanced a bit. He too stood up angrily and stared into my eyes with his red ones.
"Don't. You. Tell. Anyone. About. These" He was spitting venom
"But who did this. It looked painful"
"It is non of your business" He held me from my arm harshly and dragged me out of the washroom. I am sure there will be bruise. He pushed me outside without caring that I may fall and closed the door.
I sighed and made my way downstairs. Why waste your time on a jackass. Reaching kitchen I looked around. This is first time that I noticed kitchen properly and closely. Black cabinets which are spotless clean. Graphite wall just like the one in our room. The stove was also black so does the sink. While ceiling was white with lights. The dining table was also black with black chairs. I instantly fell in love with it.
*Their kitchen*
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I think I should spend some time here. And with this I reached the cabinets to see what to cook. I decided to make some pancakes, scrambled eggs and hot coffee. As I was done setting the table. I heard footsteps pounding down the stairs. I ran to living room and saw angry looking Adrian running towards door "Adrian" I called and his cold eyes snapped in my direction
"What?"
"I made us a breakfast"
"Why" Why!!! You asshole. I thought you maybe sad so I should make you feel good.
"Because I wanted to"
"Then don't do it next time"
"Ok eat this then I don't ask you. Because we can't waste this much food" I said with a hopeful smile.
"Okay" He grumbled and followed me. Quickly finishing his breakfast in about ten minutes he left taking his blazer. I saw his retreating body. The muscles of his back bulging out of his shirt. While his shoulder muscles rippled as he moved his arms back and forth. I noticed how his ass was looking from the fabric of his dress pants.
What will it feel to trace those muscles
What will it feel like to dig my fingers in those while he bury deep inside me
