Untouch me. |Starring Adam Levine|

Part 22.

Hi everyone, I updated faster than I expected, and probably faster than you guys expected. Anyway, part 22 is here, and I'm sure you'll like it better than the last part.

Have fun with it!

Part 22.

I walked by high office buildings, looking for number 52. The weather was sunny as always in California, but I wasn't able to shake off the relationship drama that had been following me for the past two days. There was no really enjoying the weather for me.

Adam had called me a few hours earlier and he didn't sound happy.

"I need you to stop by Bridget's office, we need to talk." He hadn't greeted me, or told me anything that would reveal what exactly we would be talking about. Of course it was obvious we would talk about our "relationship", as I was calling it in my head, including quotation marks. Adam and I hadn't spoken before he called me this morning and told me what I had to do. It didn't feel as if I was in a relationship between equals, or as if I was in a relationship at all. Adam made it sound like a business agreement, and I wasn't particularly happy about that.

It annoyed me that Adam hadn't called me earlier, or texted me at least. I felt as if I was about to go into an unknown building and sign for the death penalty for whatever relationship Adam and I were having. I kept telling myself that Adam would have called me if there had been any good outcome to this cause. But he hadn't, and I could only prepare myself for what seemed the worst. I felt sick to my stomach and was surprised I hadn't thrown up yet because of the nerves taking over me.

I looked up to the number on the building I was passing and realized I had accidently passed number 52 while worrying so much. I sighed, turned around and went in through the revolving door. I entered a beautiful looking lobby with elevators right in front of me. On my right hand was a receptionist and I quickly passed by her without asking anything. Adam had given me directions to Bridget's office, so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone. The less people saw me, the better, seemed to be as well Adam's as Bridget's motto. It felt as if I joined a crazy rollercoaster ride since I joined The Voice. It already was a crazy ride just being in the competition, let alone being in some kind of relationship with your coach, entirely secret.

Not much later I exited the elevator on the sixth floor. I took a right and read the name cards on the different doors. Eventually I found the right one. I knocked and was told to come in by a male voice behind the door. I went in and tried to smile politely to who must have been Bridget's assistant. He asked me for a name and when I told him, he looked at me as if he knew. The next words to leave his mouth proved that he did. "So," he said, looking up at me from his desk. "You're the one who turned Bridget into an evil queen since yesterday?" His eyes looked at me disapprovingly, but a small smile played around his lips.

"I haven't spoken to her yet." I answered truthfully. He laughed. "I know, but you're not the one paying for her services, and you make her job harder than it is without you in the picture. Bridget doesn't like that. You can go in now." He seemed bored when he pointed to the door of Bridget's office. I was annoyed with what he just told me, and while I walked past him I muttered: "Maybe you should tell Bridget it takes two to tango."

The assistant laughed. "Oh girl, believe me, I've tried."

I ignored him and knocked on the door before going in. The office was spacious and the far wall was completely made out of windows overlooking the busy street and some smaller buildings. On my left Bridget was sat behind her desk and Adam stood behind one of the chairs in front of her desk. He seemed tired and he was leaning with his hands on the back of the chair. "Hello." I said blankly. I could feel the tension in the room as soon as I walked in. Adam looked up and said hello while he smiled sadly at me. That was the first hint to indicate that this wouldn't end pretty. I sighed as I walked over to the chair next to the one Adam was still leaning on. Bridget got up and greeted me by shaking my hand and sitting down again. Beside Adam's "hello" there hadn't been a word said, but the two pairs of eyes in the room followed every movement I made. It made me feel even more uncomfortable than I did before.