The Assistant

Chapter Sixteen -

Chapter Sixteen –

There are only three things that would force my body into doing any type of physical activity – If I were doing it for charity, if I was trying to prove myself to someone, or – and this was the reason that had my feet pounding onto the mouldy pavements of New York City at 6AM – if I was trying to avoid something that is fogging up each functioning brain cell within my mind and I’m trying to get away from it.

Or him, in this case.

I was kind of hoping going for an intense run at the break of dawn would somehow clear up the fogginess in my mind while also managing to make the whole Adrian-is-in-my-apartment-snoring scenario just a figment of my imagination.

Unfortunately, once I returned home from my run and walked into my bedroom to snatch a few items of clothing for my shower, Adrian was still sprawled out on my bed, looking peaceful as his torso slowly rose up and down from his steady breathing. My gaze lingered on his shirtless torso for a little while longer before I left my room and made my way to the shower.

I peeled off my sticky attire before jumping into the warm shower and began to wash the sticky sweat off my skin. How was I supposed to act when Adrian woke up? Did he even remember what he told me last night? While I was able to recite the entire scene word for word, Adrian was intoxicated. I highly doubted he would remember his ‘please come back and word for me because I really miss you’ speech, so I decided to stay silent about it until he brought it up.

I took longer than usual in the shower, savouring the way my muscles relaxed under the hot water, and turned was just about to turn it off when the bathroom door opened. My eyes grew wide with shock as Adrian casually strolled into the bathroom and made his way over to the toilet in the corner. I opened my mouth to scream but chocked on my shock before I snatched the towel off the rack beside the shower.

The movement caught Adrian’s eye just before he pulled down his pants and I covered myself with the towel before my face went red with embarrassment. I turned off the water and turned to glare at him. “What the hell are you doing?!” I exclaimed, wrapping the towel tighter around my naked body.

Adrian snapped out of his shocked stare and groaned. “Don’t talk so loud.” He mumbled, before he began walking over to wear my rigid figure stood. He stopped directly in front of me and smirked down at my flushed state. “Good morning.” He murmured as his eyes scanned my body hungrily.

I tried to cover my tomato face with my fiercest glare. “Get out of the bathroom.” I scowled, giving him a look of disbelief.

“No.” He replied, before going back to the toilet in the corner. He began to pull his pants down and I squeaked and turned away in shock. “Adrian! I’m in here, you know! Naked, might I add! That’s not something I want to see!” I screeched while avoiding looking at him and snatching the clothes I brought in with me, off the small shelf.

He chuckled. “I needed to use the toilet. Can’t you imagine this when we get married one day? You coming out of the shower – I would’ve joined you of course, which, by the way, I’m offended you didn’t invite me to join you in the first place.”

I groaned and opened the door. “Shut up and get cleaned up. I’m going to get dressed and make breakfast.” I mumbled, trying to get rid of the blush that seemed to permanently stick to my face.

“Yes housewife, thank you housewife.” Adrian called out. I could practically feel his smirk before I slammed the door shut and made my way back to my room.

By the time I had finished getting dressed and was putting the plates of breakfast down on the small island in my kitchen, Adrian had finished from the bathroom and walked into the kitchen in nothing but his boxers, making the spatula I was gripping onto, fall out of my hand and land onto the floor with a loud clatter.