Adler | The Monarch & The Heirs BOOK 2.

Fallen | A FIFTY

A/N: Dedicated to @justasanchoe
@duhzayn
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He heard the faint noise of movement on the other side before the sound of the bolt sliding off metal. Then finally, the door opened and nothing was obstructing him from the view.

Like a reflex, his pulse quickened at meeting those opaque eyes but in the following second, something in him sank. Stevie looked shocked as anticipated yet, not nearly as much as he appreciated. He couldn’t even see that usual spark of excitement he knew he triggered, her gaze was dull and underwhelmed.

The soft dark skin on her shoulder peeked from where the thin material of her robe hung, suggesting she'd sloppily thrown it on.

He tried and failed to stop his gaze from lingering when noting she definitely wasn’t wearing any bottoms beneath the robe. All her clothes were prone to be past knee length and the slit of the robe exposed a slither of her bare thighs that were non-existent until now.

Her uncombed hair marking another sign she’d been in bed…

Was she with someone?

Garren found a strange sense of agitation rising in him, his eyes narrowing and she just narrowed them back.

“What?”

Her tone far too brazen for his liking at the moment and he brushed past her, letting himself inside and more than prepared to tell Rudolph or whoever the fuck she'd let in to take a hike.

She didn’t stop him. He quickly scanned the room— contrary to the girl’s state, the place was quite orderly and no one else appeared present. There was the click of the door locking and he found her eyes back on him in a nanosecond. They seemed just as confused as he felt to be standing there. Albeit, nothing really seemed to be making sense lately.

Usually, if need required him, he had his outlets. He had Will. He had Ben. Now suddenly, neither were acting remotely like themselves. They turned into strangers in the blink of an eye. It was seeming more plausible by each passing day than even humouring the idea he had fucked up somewhere for them to turn on him. Needless to say, they sure couldn’t have picked a more perfect time for this bullshit.

He'd more than accepted the constant chaos and turmoil to torment him practically every waking moment that was supposedly 'living'. As far as that was possible with bearing the bloodline as an Adler, or at least saddled with a custom billed amount of anti-depressants, therapy or whatever the family clinics worked to keep the lineage populated.

Garren made it this long without needing to visit beside the standard check-ups and for a while recently, he was beginning to feel that, dare say, he was… content. Or something that appeared to resemble it. He wasn’t too sure on the details.

So far, his speculations had drawn him to conclude the girl before him had something to do with it. Either that, or the non-stop babble about this embezzlement scandal was wearing him out and wasn’t letting him think straight.

He tried sleeping it all off, but then her face turned up. Or the guys. An endless cycle that carried until it was morning again.

Garren took a seat by the foot of the bed with Stevie tentatively sat at the furthest end, fidgeting with her fingers and it seemed she was waiting for him to break the silence. “Why’s your line disconnected?”

“I got a new number,” she muttered, facing the floor.

“Why?”

“Reasons.”

Reasons to do with him, was what she obviously was expecting him to see. This must’ve been in retaliation for blocking her line and if she assumed he'd come to apologise, then she was more arrogant than he had given her credit for. Which was a lot.