The Sun [Book 3] (Adam Levine FanFic)

Chapter 15

The sun streams in and into my eyes, letting me know it's time to wake up. I slowly roll over and get a face full of gold locks. My eyes slowly flutter open as bring Amanda close to me. I need to check my phone. Where did I put it? Oh, I remember. I reach over Amanda’s sleeping body and take a peek at it. SHIT! It's already 10 in the morning. I retract my hand but Amanda gets ahold of it and places it on her boob so that I'm groping her. She nudges her ass back up against my hips.

"Stay. Hold me close," she whispers in my ear. She rolls over to look at me with her bright brown eyes. They sparkle as the sun hits them. Kinda of like Sydney’s. Sydney. I have to go home.

"I want to but, I have to run some errand and then go home to my baby girl," I say gently, as I get up and slip back into my clothes. I rifle around all the clothes strewn everywhere and eventually find my wallet and car keys. As I walk out the door, I look back at Amanda. I can see hurt in her eyes, and to my surprise, I actually feel bad for her. She's falling in love with a guy who doesn't want what she wants. At least that's what I think I don't want.

"I'll see you later. Bye."

-Whiskey’s P.O.V.-

"Sydney, dinner is ready!" I call down the hall.

"Be right there!" She says popping out of her room and scurrying to the breakfast nook. As soon as she finishes praying, she starts to wolf down her food. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that I starve her.

Ok, I need something to take my mind off of everything right now, it's like all this had to happen right, fucking, now. Like couldn't it have waited a year. Hell even nine months.

I get up and make my way to the wine cellar. I push the door open and the smell of the room intoxicates me, making me feel nice and warm. The dust on the bottles collect on my finger tip as I trail it across the rows of wine. Why am I a sucker for bad boys who treat me like crap, I could say something about my childhood, but whats there to say. My dad did cheat on my mom once but they worked it out, and it's not like he was mean to her, so why the fuck do I go weak in the knees for assholes.

It takes some hunting, but I manage to find my favorite bottle. I walk back into the kitchen, grab a wine glass and sit across from Sydney. I pour some wine into the glass and proceed to drink out of the bottle. I watch Sydney eat, and I think, what am I going to do? Do I flat out tell Adam I know? Should I try to forget about it and maybe it'll go away? Should I give him the chance to tell the truth? Ugh, I really shouldn't be drinking alcohol, but once won't hurt, right? Ugh oh well, I'm probably not going to keep it anyways, I don't need another tie to Adam.

"Mommy, are you ok?" Sydney asks.

I'm not sure if I'm doing it for her or me, but I nod reassuringly,"Yea, of course. Why?"

"Because you’re almost finished drinking the whole bottle of wine. The last time you did that was when dad left to film is movie for a couple months."

I look down at the bottle and laugh,"Yea, I guess you're right. But no, I'm fine, I'm just disappointed in your dad."

I hear the door creak open and I turn around. Speak of the devil. Adam puts his stuff on the counter and walks over to us. I glance at the clock, he's barely getting home at 5?

"Hi Daddy!" Sydney says jumping out of her chair, but I catch her arm before she goes any further,"Say hi, then go to your room and play your music, or watch tv. I'm going to talk to your dad for a bit."

She nods obediantly, gives her dad a hug, and hurries into her room, close the door firmly behind her. God, I wonder what she's thinking. I really do feel bad for her, as blessed as she was to be born into success, she also got cursed by having Adam and me for parents, who are more than dysfunctional. The only thing I can do I guess is try to put this behind me.