The Honey Trap [An Adrienette Story]

Three Years Earlier...

Three years earlier ...

Adrien sprung onto the bed beside Marinette with a grin to rival the Cheshire Cat. The previous night had been amazing. A 'dream come true' in so many ways. Over the past couple of years, he'd fallen hook, line and sinker for Marinette, yet there was always that slight bit of panic in the back of his mind that she wouldn't like him back. That had all changed last night at her 21st Birthday party, where they'd danced, kissed and spent the night (and morning) fully exploring each other and he was determined to never let her go.

He started to laugh as she slapped his arm, "Adrien you're going to break the bed." She giggled as he climbed his way over to her and rested his head against her bare chest.

"I'm just so happy! I can't control myself." He pulled her closer and placed his lips against hers. The feeling so overpowering he thought he could fly. Well technically he could but that was another story.

She slipped her tongue in between his lips and he just wanted to devour her. To taste every tiny bit of her, just like he'd done last night. God, he was falling in love with this woman. She was just truly remarkable, a woman who he could see himself growing old with. He'd made peace with the fact himself and his lady would never be an item, and even though it stung, Marinette had been there to cushion the blow, and if he was being honest this was something more pure and incredible. It was deep and meaningful, and just perfect.

They had fallen into a comfortable and warm friendship, and that night when she asked him for a dance at her 21st birthday party, he'd made the most of it. He took her in his arms and danced the night away, growing bolder thanks to the liquid courage he was consuming, and took the opportunity to kiss her. He'd kissed her like his life depended on it, and to make matters better, she'd kissed him the same way back.

Later on in the evening, when she'd asked him to stay the night, it was a no brainer - literally. There was no blood left in his head and like the usual young adult male, only one thought was one his mind. There was nothing more he wanted than to be with this woman. Nothing.

Okay, maybe he was lying slightly to himself. He wasn't falling in love with Marinette, she already owned his heart.

So when he'd returned home the following morning, on cloud nine of course, his bad luck struck; taking away his perfect evening, his dream for the perfect life and his relationship with the perfect girl.

"Adrien, where have you been?" Nathalie greeted the young adult in the foyer of the mansion, her expressionless tone ripping Adrien's feel good mood out of his system and slowly destroying the small smile plastered on his face.

If it wasn't for the cold he felt from her words, he would have skipped right past her and up to his room. His mind set on calling Marinette and arranging to meet up with her later for their first date. Things might be a little backwards but it was worth it. This was the start of their life together.

"I was with my girlfriend." He didn't know what he expected? A 'well done'? A 'that's great news, Adrien'? Or even a 'that's nice' would have sufficed, but instead he'd been marched into his fathers office with the door closing and locking behind him.

The smile quickly left his face as he stood in front of Gabriel. His father, messing around with his tablet at his altar.

"I thought I told you to come home before midnight last night." His voice was as cold as ice and Adrien couldn't help the chilled reaction encompassing his body. It was bitter and resentful.

"I stayed with Marinette."

"Unfortunately son, that just won't do, you see your fiancée was expecting you home."