The Target

An Old Acquiantance

I entered the house shrieking at the top of my voice, "I got it! Adam, I got the job!" I saw Adam lighten up as he heard the news. He rushed to me and kissed me. "Congrats, babe. I am so happy for you," he said before pecking my cheek. I bit my lower lip, seductively. He understood the gesture and picked me up. I gave out a loud squeal as he dropped me on my bed, before laying on top of me. He got up and closed the door, which wasn't really necessary because I lived there all by myself and Adam was a very frequent visitor.

In the evening, Adam was on the dining table, shirtless, sipping a glass of Merlot. And I was in the kitchen, in my bra and shorts, preparing Spaghetti and Meatballs.

"Hey, Adam?" I called. He hummed in response lifting his head from his phone. "Have you thought about moving in with me?" I asked. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I have. And I think it is a great idea." My face brightened up as I heard him approve. "So... then, when?" "Soon. I just need to sort things out with Logan, my boss. He is giving me a hard time at work. Says I am not organized enough to work on the advanced level." My face made a disgusted look as I pulled my chair closer to him. "Well. That's bullshit. You are qualified enough to work at the advanced level." Adam worked with Logan Riley, his boss at Google. I shrugged at him and gave a sympathetic smile. "So, tell me about Sheraton," He asked. "Hmm, I have to start as a trainee for now. But it's only for three months. Then it's up to Simon." He hummed as I finished. Then I got up to check on the spaghetti. We had dinner, and Adam went back to his apartment.

Adam Forster is my boyfriend. Even though he has a very high position in Google, he aspires for more. He lives seven blocks away from me, with his best friend, Harry Moore. Harry works with him and is a great friend of mine as well. Lewis Moore was Harry's third cousin. But he was the closest to him than any other. They both lived close enough to see each other every day. So, Lewis was Adam's drinking buddy. The only perk- Lewis was gay and he was proud of it. That made us admire him even more.

Sunday! I am going to sleep in. After all, the interview went well, yesterday. I thought as I turned over in my bed, the next morning. I quickly checked my phone for messages-

Hey Honey, will reach your place by 11. Be ready. -Adam

What?! Why?!- Amy

...

Tell me!- Amy (I was getting impatient, why was he taking so long to reply?)

Just be ready! I have a surprise for you. Bye- Adam

I gasped as I saw Adam's status switching to offline. Dammit. There goes my sleep. He knows I hate surprises, and yet he keeps coming up with more and more. I thought as I started making my bed. It didn't take me long to shower and pick out a pair of a yellow tank top and my favorite blue denim shorts. Its Sunday! Fucking Sunday! I thought as I lazily sat down on the couch with my glass of vodka. Straight. A little early to drink, I know, but I want something to thaw out the eagerness.

Soon my doorbell rang. I opened the door. I screamed as I saw my best friend standing outside. I jumped into her arms, squeezing her tightly. "Grace!! Come here! Fuck!! What the hell?!" I saw Adam standing behind her, smiling. I saw him and I smiled. Thank you, I mouthed these words as I nuzzled close to her neck. She let go. I let go. I slapped her arm. "TWO YEARS, Grace! Two fucking years! What the hell!" I said, pouting. "Well, nice to meet you too," she said, sarcastically. I nudged her to enter. Adam was still behind her. As soon as she entered, I jumped on Adam, kissed him, and whispered, "Thank you. You are the best."

I remember mentioning how much I missed Grace, some time ago. I have known Grace since College. We were together for three years, but then I moved to Manhattan and she stayed back in Melbourne. I poured Grace and Adam two glass of Merlot. She explained how her doctorate was keeping her from coming. But she also nudged me about not coming to Melbourne. 

"I wanted to get settled first," I told her.

"So? Adam tells me you are working in Sheraton now! That's awesome."

"Yeah, I am just a trainee right now."

"Still!"

"Yeah, I guess. So, you must be tired. Wanna tuck in?" I asked, dragging her suitcase to my room. She nodded and followed me. As soon as she was asleep, I let out a hushed squeal as I jumped into Adam's arms. He was already shocked at my excitement, but this only turned him on. "What is it about you that is so... so, different that I can't seem to resist?" He asked glaring deep into my eyes. I shrugged as I went in for a kiss. He picked me up and walked to the couch. As Adam was about to take my shirt off, I stopped him. "How did you contact her?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He smiled and pouted. I scoffed and kissed his pout away, loosening myself. He freely took off my shirt, suckling my neck. My soft moans were enough to wake Grace. "GUYS!! Get a room!" We jumped as she covered her eyes. I asked her why she's up while putting my shirt back on. "Jet lag, bro" she responded, tired.

We spend the day refreshing old memories. How Grace and I met, our boyfriend fiasco, and the most embarrassing, my kiss.

"So, she was majorly crushing on this guy. And he was super hot. The only problem was, she was a nerd and he was the most popular boy in our term. He was a bully. She was a crazy person. She was so desperate that she started writing him letters, anonymously leaving them on his desk." She continued. Adam was looked at me as I went red with embarrassment. He rubbed my palm, comfortingly. But the only thing that would comfort me, right now, is a glass of rum. So I got up and made myself a coke with rum. "He was damn confused. One day, and pay attention now, we were at a party. I don't know who threw it. She got drunk. And I don't mean, two bottles of beer drunk, I mean completely blackout drunk. She grabbed hold of his hand and pulled him in for a kiss. His face was-" She stopped and started laughing. "You should've seen his face. He pushed her back, and his girlfriend pushed her into the pool. GOD! The whole college was laughing." Adam threw his head back and started laughing. I swear, I saw tears trickling down.

That was a mean thing. Why does this always happen to me? I thought, brushing my hair shyly.