The Honey Trap [An Adrienette Story]

Chapter 24

'AGRESTE'IVE DEVELOPMENT

As many of our loyal readers know supermodel and actor Adrien Agreste, 24, has been away filming in Argentina over the past couple of weeks, but we're quite sure the drama between Edward and Rosaline, in the latest 'Legal Blue' instalment, is nothing compared to the drama of Agreste's real lovelife.

Onlookers were shocked to find Agreste leave the airport alone, Vivica Agreste, 23, nowhere to be seen. The actor's wife has always been 'pride of place' waiting to take her Beau in her arms and welcome him home, however this time she was nowhere to be seen.

Not only that, but sources also say Agreste was chauffeured to an apartment in the city centre, one which has recently been revealed as his own private property; it seems our Parisian superstar has been hiding in his very own bachelor pad.

An occupant within the same apartment building as Agreste, Jennie Lorde, 67, gave us the following statement: '[Adrien] has been living in the building for around 10 months, alone. He has regular female visitors but none which seem to be more than just a good friend. We've never seen his wife and we are unsure whether she knows of Adrien's whereabouts. Though he is a good neighbour he is often away at bizarre hours, sometimes we wonder if he has a secret job to do during the night.'

As usual, we have been unable to get a statement from any of the Agrestes. However, I think it's safe to say Paris' Number Two couple is no more.

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Marinette stood outside the Agreste Manor for the first time since she was 20 years old. She rarely came here, the want to face off with Gabriel Agreste was about as exciting as the want to set her hair on fire. Her memories danced around in front of her, memories of Adrien sneaking her, Alya and Nino into the house whilst his father was meeting with Tomoe Tsurugi, all so they could watch the newest M. Night Shyamalan movie on Adrien's new widescreen television, complete with deluxe surround sound. She'd always remember her surprise at Nino, her usually reserved friend being as excited as a child fuelled on Haribo. Many times Alya had to remind him that it was just a sound system.

She'd snuggled up to Adrien that night, the need to hide herself from the television and whatever the monstrosity was that they'd thought would be a good idea to watch. Instead, the evening had ended with her sleeping in her Ladybug get up just in case something came into her room to 'get' her. Damn horror movies.

Alya, Nino and Adrien were fine, no issues for them! They laughed at the bad outfits and the even worse storyline but unfortunately she had to sit there faking it, well, until Adrien had covered them both in a blanket and wrapped her in his arms. She only saw it at the time as Adrien being Adrien, but right now, looking back into the past, she was quite sure it meant more to him. That it was a 'move' she had completely missed. As usual Marinette had missed the signs, a regular occurrence when it came to Adrien.

They were so naive back then, she almost thought it was cute. Almost being the key word. They were idiots, idiots who both wanted each other yet weren't brave enough to make the first move—how she regretted that now.

Taking a deep breath, she pressed the buzzer on the Agreste gate, waiting in a nervous anticipation for someone to respond. She was beginning to think turning up at the mansion alone wasn't her greatest idea, but being the stubborn ass she was, instead of contacting someone to come along for shits and giggles she decided to come alone, after all, worst comes to worst she can transform and get the hell out of there.

She spoke to Peyton earlier in the day, her boss having no idea what this was about, and she was very much against Marinette going. Neither woman trusted Vivica, but this needed to end now; with everything she'd heard from Adrien, enough was enough and she was done with being Vivica's little slave. So being summoned to the Agreste Mansion seemed very much a kill or be killed movement, not too comical considering the messages she'd be receiving.