Adrien's pov
As the elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, I stepped out onto the ground floor, expecting the usual bustle of the office. But as I walked toward the exit, I was stopped in my tracks by the sound of laughter—a light, carefree sound that sent a ripple of irritation through me.
It was the kind of laughter that shouldn’t be heard in a place like this, where the air was usually thick with tension and ambition.Curiosity piqued, I turned to see Evie and Liam standing just outside the building. They were laughing together, their expressions animated and relaxed, as if they were the only two people in the world.
I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to shake off the surge of annoyance. What right did Liam have to make her laugh like that?Liam, with that easy smile of his, opened the passenger door of his car for Evie. She slid into the seat, her hair catching the light as she turned to say something to him—probably another laugh.
It felt like a punch to my gut, a visceral reaction I couldn’t control. The sight of them together was infuriating. She shouldn’t be so comfortable with him.I watched silently from a distance, my heart pounding, feeling a possessiveness I couldn't explain.
This was ridiculous. They were friends, I told myself. She was entitled to have friends. But the thought of her laughing with him, of him being the one to make her smile, twisted something deep inside me. Why did it bother me so much?Once they drove off, I pushed away from the wall where I had been leaning, irritation bubbling up in my chest like a simmering pot on the verge of boiling over.
My car—sleek, black, and powerful—a Porsche 911—was parked nearby, waiting for me. I approached it with quick strides, frustration radiating from every pore, as if I could outrun the feelings that were starting to close in on me.
As I slid into the driver’s seat, I tugged at my tie, adjusting it unnecessarily as I tried to shake off the feelings clinging to me. The cool leather of the steering wheel felt foreign under my palms, and I gripped it tightly, trying to anchor myself in reality.
What was happening to me?I started the engine, the purr of the car filling the silence, but it did little to soothe my agitation. My jaw clenched as I shifted into gear and pulled out of the parking lot, my mind racing faster than the vehicle. Evie’s laughter echoed in my head, her hair flowing, her hazel eyes sparkling.
Instinct, I reminded myself, recalling our earlier encounter—the way she had looked at me, the way my body had reacted before my mind had a chance to catch up. But there was more to it—something that stirred beneath the surface every time I thought of her. I couldn’t shake the image of her freckles, the way they danced across her cheeks when she smiled.
I took a deep breath, attempting to steady my racing thoughts, but it was no use. The harder I tried to dismiss it, the more it consumed me. How could I focus on work when all I could think about was her?The city lights blurred past as I drove home, each passing glow intensifying the frustration swelling within me.
I adjusted my grip on the wheel, feeling the leather dig into my palms, my knuckles turning white. It was a futile attempt to reign in the chaos of emotions that threatened to spill over.Every glance, every moment I had shared with her replayed in my mind like a broken record, echoing back to me with an intensity I hadn’t anticipated.
There was something deeper here, something I hadn’t wanted to acknowledge. An unwelcome sense of longing mixed with frustration coiled in my gut, making it difficult to breathe.This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.I was supposed to be focused, driven, and entirely in control.
Yet here I was, wrestling with feelings that I had no business entertaining. I needed to dismiss her—this was just a passing distraction, an instinctual response. I slammed my fist against the steering wheel, feeling the rush of adrenaline and anger pulse through me.
But as I navigated the streets, the harder I tried to deny the connection I felt, the more real it became. I could almost still smell her lavender-scented perfume, lingering in the air as if it were a tether binding me to her. It was infuriating, and yet, it was intoxicating.
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Adrien being jealous is hot I must say🤭
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Bitter Love
Storie d'amoreEvie's life was simple-until a fateful encounter with Adrien Lacroix, the cold and untouchable CEO, drags her into a world she never imagined. Beneath his polished exterior lies a maze of secrets, and as Evie becomes entangled in his life, she disco...
