Falling for the Goddess

You're So Mean!

Noah Ashford watched Adrian Blake carry Sara in his arms, casually twirling a glass on the table. His brows lifted slightly, and a mischievous smile played on his lips.

Eric Thorne seemed equally surprised. Adrian Blake, who had always kept his distance from women, was now carrying one himself. Even though it was because Sara was drunk, Adrian Blake could have easily found another way if he truly wanted to avoid physical contact.

Lucas Graves, with Xavier Graves slung over his shoulder, looked enviously at Adrian Blake holding Sara with ease. He suddenly felt the urge to dump his "human-sized sack of potatoes" on the floor.

"We're heading out," Adrian Blake said, glancing at the others before turning to leave with Sara Hart in his arms.

Kyle Thorne quickly followed them out.

Watching them leave, Noah Ashford turned to Eric Thorne, a hint of challenge in his smile. "Wanna bet on something?"

"What's the bet?"

"Whether Adrian will end up falling for real."

Eric Thorne stood up and adjusted his clothes slowly. "Alright, I'll take that bet."

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On the way to the parking lot, Adrian Blake continued to carry Sara Hart. She shifted slightly in his arms, finding a comfortable position and falling into a deeper sleep.

Adrian Blake stiffened for a moment at her unconscious movement. He glanced down at Sara - her eyes were closed, long lashes casting shadows on her flushed cheeks, making her look quiet and sweet.

She wasn't the typical rowdy drunk. She just slept quietly.

Kyle Thorne trailed behind them, doing his best to act invisible. But he couldn't help but steal glances at the two from time to time.

When they finally returned to the old estate, the elderly lady was already asleep. Adrian carried Sara directly to their room.

He pulled back the covers and gently placed her on the bed, then slipped off her shoes.

"Ammmm..." Sara Hart's voice came out as a soft murmur, her eyes half-open, still dazed.

"What?" Adrian Blake leaned in closer, trying to make out what she was saying, but she had already stopped talking. She just stared at him with wide, glassy eyes.

Adrian Blake straightened up and poured a glass of water, placing it on the bedside table. He tucked the blanket around her and then turned to head to the bathroom.

Suddenly, he felt a tug on his sleeve.

Adrian looked back to see Sara clutching a small piece of his shirt between her fingers.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Don't go..." she whispered, her voice soft and her eyes pleading like a puppy afraid of being abandoned. For a split second, Adrian was reminded of the Pomeranian he had as a child, something inside him loosening unexpectedly.

He stared at her for a few seconds, realizing that she was truly drunk.

"I'm just going to shower."

But Sara held on stubbornly, her eyes locked on him.

Adrian couldn't bring himself to pry her fingers off, so he reached for the cup of honey water instead. "Here, have some water."

Unexpectedly, Sara's lips trembled, and she looked like she was about to cry. "You're so mean!"