ADRIANA KENDRICKS
'Move away from the paper, Adriana,' I hear him say, as unshaken as a rock.
I'm like a cat on a hot tin roof. Is someone threatening him? Could it be one of those guys he'd hit because they tried to assault me in one way or the other?
I move away.
He throws something at the paper and it explodes.
What's going on?
I look at him. He doesn't look like he's ready to explain anything.
'What was that?' I ask.
'Shut up,' he says putting his arms around my waist.
I unsuccessfully try to prise them off.
'Listen, I'll explain everything later,' he says.
That doesn't sound promising for a guy who prefers to go about his stuff alone.
'No,' I hang on.
'Okay,' he says getting on the bed.
'What are you doing?' I ask.
'Sleeping,'he replies.
'You're not sleeping,' I say.
'Is that an order or just a plain statement?' he asks.
'You still have your shirt on and as far as I know, you never sleep with your shirt on no matter how cold the night is,' I say.
'Are you going to get on the bed or not?'he asks.
'I'm fine this way,' I reply.
He rolls his eyes.
I want an explanation. I really want to know what's going on around here.
'You know it'll take me less than a nanosecond to get you here, right?' he asks.
'Yeah but at least you wouldn't dare,' I reply rolling my eyes at him.
He smirks at me finally whipping his shirt off his body.
'You're stubborn,' he says picking up his phone.
'Obviously,' I reply.
He smiles looking at it.
'Adriana,' he calls.
'What?' I ask
'You have to see how childish you look when you're mad,' he says still looking at his phone.
He was taking snapshots of me?
'I don't want to see it,' I frown.
'Well, you're missing out,' he says.
I start walking out and then a pair of hands grab me.
What the hell? How did he get here so fast? Wait----
That's not him. They're iron hands.
'What the hell?' I ask turning to glare at him.
He's still looking at his phone pretending to be oblivious.
'Brion!' I yell.
'Hmm?' he hums.
'Why the hell is this thing holding me?' I ask.
Seriously, where the hell is this thing coming from?
The hand lifts me bringing me backwards and successfully puts me down on the bed beside him.
Who's this guy?
'Are you ready to explain this one?' I ask.
He says nothing. Looking over his shoulder, I see him going through slides of my photos.
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Bad Studmuffin
RomanceHe's bad and bloody. He can't count how many people he's killed. Plus, he's a billionaire play boy and literally owns penthouses. He mostly just can't stand relationships. If you want more than grinding coochies, your loss. The last thing Brion Ivor...
