Maven and Adrianna were like the sun and the moon. Their paths were meant to cross but not to sync eternally.
Both from prominent wealthy families separated by hatred and vendetta, they should've left it at that. But fate has a funny way to let them...
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When will I learn?
I stared at the reflection of myself in the mirror. Disbelief and disappointed on what I have done. I began to comb my hair through my fingers tips after pulling my thong back and fixing my skirt.
I lost a couple of hairpins and probably some neurons when I did the unbelievable. I sighed
It would appear like nothing really happened. So it seems. Yes, I'd like to believe this is a spur of a moment. A lapse of better judgment. I berated myself for acting on a whim.
Everything would've appeared pristine, like nothing really was amiss, if not for my disarrayed hair and the hickeys on my neck—the aftermath of what I've done.
My beating heart was erratic and my mind was in chaos.
What have I done?
I kept my gaze straight, looking at my reflection in the mirror right front of me. Through it, I made an eye-to-eye contact with the man I should've gotten over long ago. Unblinking, I stared at the man who held a manacle around my neck that I cannot seem free myself.
He was my greatest flaw. Perhaps, my downfall
The intensity of the way he looked at me was unwavering and the way we locked our eyes was enough to unhinged me.
If only he knew
Maven was disheveled just as I was. His button-down dress shirt was half opened, revealing the top of his chiseled tattooed chest. His slicked back hair was a mess and his lips were half opened whilst sore.
I watched as he brushed his thumb at the end of his lips, wiping out the stained redness from my lipstick. His eyes, however, lingered on me; never breaking the heated gazes we share.
We were at the secluded comfort room inside the regional trial court when he grabbed my wrist and dragged me in this place after the hearing. I did not exactly know how it began.
Maybe it was the way he hungrily devoured my lips. Or the way his eyes lured me in. Or perhaps, it was the way I surrendered to his touches like a hundred of times before.
One thing led to the other and here we are. I could still taste him in my mouth and the bittersweet fact, that at some point, I wanted this too.
Both blown away and high of endorphins after a secret tryst, we remained muted. Minutes ago, the silence was filled with our heavy breathing. Both of us were still at lost, panting, gasping for air after the high of the moment.
"Adrianna"
He said my name like a prayer. Like man dying of drought and the only way to quench his thirst was through me.
I closed my eyes briefly while I felt the warmth of him from behind me. The whiff of his perfume was my secret addiction. His face settled at the crook of my neck while his corded arms locked me in between. I did not realize how badly I missed this, if not for what happened today.
