Passion's Crossfire

Chapter 82

Adam

I stand in front of the mirror, the tension coiled in my chest as I button my crisp white shirt. The fabric is smooth against my skin, and I adjust the cuffs, taking a deep breath. Paired with tailored slacks and sleek black shoes, I aim for a polished look, hoping to convey a sense of confidence I'm not entirely feeling.

My gaze shifts to my unruly hair, a perpetual source of mild frustration. I run my fingers through it, attempting to tame the dark waves into some semblance of order. Satisfied enough, I exhale slowly, steeling myself for the challenging day ahead.

The visit to my parents' house weighs on me, a heavy anticipation settling in my stomach. My father had given me a heads-up about the aftermath of my mother's unexpected visit to my apartment. She returned home in such a rage that she shattered a Ming vase—a gift from an associate of my father's. My father tried to reason with her. He had to tell her that he was unaware of Mallory's existence until that moment. He suggested that someone should be on her good side, especially with the upcoming visit.

But the truth is, this whole charade is ridiculous. Why can't my mother accept that she can't dictate my decisions? This incessant need to control my life is exhausting.

Mallory's voice interrupts my thoughts, pulling me from the whirlwind of anxiety. "What do you think?"

I turn around to see her, and the breath catches in my throat. She looks absolutely stunning. Her hair is expertly styled in an updo, revealing the graceful curve of her neck. The soft glow of makeup enhances her features without overpowering her natural beauty. She wears the sleek black dress Kylie picked out, the fabric hugging her curves in all the right places. A tasteful slit along the leg adds a touch of allure without being too revealing.

"You look incredible," I manage to say, a genuine smile playing on my lips.

Mallory blushes, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "You really think so?"

I step closer, cupping her face in my hands. "Absolutely. You take my breath away." Leaning in, I press a gentle kiss to her lips.

I rest my forehead on Mallory's, taking a moment to inhale deeply. "Ready?"

Mallory chuckles nervously. "Definitely, no."

We laugh, and I pull back, offering Mallory my arm. She links her arm to mine. "Let's go," I say, and we walk out of the apartment.

Entering the elevator, I steal glances at Mallory; she is truly stunning. My gaze lingers on her exposed neck, a vivid memory of her soft moans when I kiss her there replaying in my mind, my dick getting instantly hard. Mallory catches my gaze, smirks, and asks, "What?"

The elevator doors slide open, and I smile. "You are so fucking hot."

Mallory pretends to scold me, clearly amused. "Adam! This is not the time or place!" she says, and we step out into the building's parking lot. We walk to the car, Mallory in front of my, swaying her ass gracefully. My erection becomes painful and I try to adjust it through my slacks. God, this dinner will be excruciating in so many fucking ways.

We get into the car, the anticipation hanging thick in the air. Before Mallory can fasten her seatbelt, I grab her, pulling her towards me, and kiss her deeply. Our lips meet in a heated exchange, a moment of desperate longing and shared desire. When we finally break the kiss, I groan, my forehead resting against hers.

"Fuck, I need you, Mallory," I murmur, my voice low and husky.

Her breath hitches, and she murmurs, "Adam, we have to go."

Reluctantly, I let her go, knowing she's right. I start the engine, the car purring to life as I navigate the familiar route. "You know what's great about tonight?" I ask, stealing a glance at Mallory.

Mallory sighs and says, "Please, tell me."

I smirk, my gaze lingering on her. "I will fuck your brains out. You're driving me crazy with that dress."

Mallory gasps, her cheeks flushing. "Adam! Not in your parents' house!"

I chuckle, resting a hand on her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I will drive back home tonight, just to fuck you in that dress."

Mallory bites her bottom lip, her eyes dark with desire. Fuck, this is going to be hot. Should I stop the car somewhere? Where? I need to be inside her so bad, I can't think straight.

This is going to be so hard. Pun intended.

Mallory

Adam pulls over outside his parents' house. Well, "house" is an understatement; it's a mansion, a sprawling testament to wealth and privilege. My eyes widen in disbelief; I've never seen anything like this before. The grandeur of the mansion is mind-blowing, and suddenly, I feel so small, so insignificant.

Adam places his hand on the small of my back, grounding me. His touch, warm and reassuring, brings me back to the present. "Let's go, baby," he whispers, and with that, I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what lies ahead, and let Adam lead me inside.

We're greeted by James at the door. "Master Adam, so good to see you. Your parents are waiting; this way, please," he says, motioning for Adam and me to follow him. I glance around incredulously at the opulence that surrounds us. James leads us through the mansion's corridors, adorned with elegant décor and fine art.

Finally, we reach the living room, a space that's as luxurious as the rest of the mansion. Adam's parents are seated, and James announces our arrival before discreetly exiting the room. Adam takes my hand, and we walk toward his parents. As we approach, Adam's father rises from his seat, a warm smile on his face.

"Adam, my boy! It's been too long," he says, embracing his son.

"Yeah, Dad. Too long," Adam replies with a smile before turning to me. "Mom, Dad, this is Mallory. Mallory, my parents."

Adam's father, extends his hand. "Pleasure to finally meet you, Mallory. I'm Julian, and this is my wife, Ava."

I manage a polite smile, my nerves still palpable. "Nice to meet you both," I reply, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions within.

His mother, elegant and composed, glances at me with a measured expression. "Ah, Mallory. The elusive girlfriend Adam has been keeping from us," she remarks with a hint of sarcasm.

"I wanted to make sure things were serious before introducing Mallory to you." Adam says to his mother, his hands squeezing my reassuringly.

His mother raises an eyebrow, her skepticism evident. "Serious, you say? Well, we'll be the judge of that."

Well, shit.