This story will take a turn when our cute handsome business man will turn into a dangerous ...... unknowingly he kept it a secret and she finds it out
a man cloaked in the shadows of his past, his heart encased in frost. Yet, amidst his icy demeanor...
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Shayantika Armani
I decided to make dinner for Adrian since he was staying over tonight. Nothing fancy just mac and cheese. It looked good, but I wasn't entirely confident about the taste. I set the table at my small kitchen nook and called out, "Adrian, dinner's ready!"
He'd gone to change his clothes, and moments later, he appeared, leaning casually against the counter. His dark hair was slightly damp, and the black T-shirt he wore clung to his body, showcasing every muscle.
"Adrian, come eat," I urged again.
But he shook his head. "I'm not hungry, kitten," he said softly, his voice low and almost strained.
"Fine," I muttered, placing the plates back on the counter. "If you're not eating, neither am I. I'm going to bed." I turned on my heel to leave, but before I could take another step, Adrian grabbed my wrist and pulled me back hard.
In one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground and set me on the counter. My breath hitched as I looked up at him. His eyes burned with something raw, intense, and primal like he was holding back a storm.
"Let me feed you," he murmured, his voice deep and commanding. He reached for the plate and picked up a forkful of mac and cheese, holding it close to my lips. Without thinking, I opened my mouth, and he slipped the fork in gently.
The flavors were warm and cheesy, surprisingly good. "How is it?" he asked, his gaze never leaving mine.
"Nice," I managed to say, though my voice felt small under his piercing stare.
Adrian's hand rested on my waist, his grip firm yet controlled, as though he was fighting a battle within himself. My heart raced as I realized how impossibly hot he looked in that black shirt, the way it stretched over his chest and arms, his muscles practically threatening to tear through the fabric.
And then, without warning, he leaned in and crushed his lips to mine. It wasn't gentle it was urgent, desperate, like he'd been starving for this moment for days.
His lips moved against mine, tasting, savoring not just me but every lingering trace of mac and cheese. It was as if he was trying to absorb every flavor, every moment, leaving me breathless. The kiss was hungry, almost possessive, and when he finally pulled back, I gasped, my chest rising and falling like I'd just surfaced from underwater.
Adrian's dark eyes locked onto mine, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He brushed his thumb lightly against my bottom lip, his voice low and teasing. "You make good mac and cheese, you realize that, don't you?"
I nodded, unable to form words, my head still spinning from the kiss and the way his presence seemed to overwhelm every inch of the room.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in his chest, and leaned closer, his face just inches from mine. "But next time," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin, "make sure you taste it first. I want you to know how good you are at this."
