His Assistant - Billionaire Romance

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

I was plotting subtle ways to kill Adrian in his sleep without looking like I did it. It would be easier now, you know, since I lived with him. But I'd be the primary suspect, so I wasn't going to act on anything just yet.

"Is that the last of them?" Adrian asked once he finished bringing up all my belongings from my old, trusty apartment. I ignored his question and continued folding my clothes and packing them on the shelf of Adrian's walk-in wardrobe; another thing he insisted I use.

Adrian chuckled at my lack of response towards him, before I felt his familiar solid pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind while resting his chin on my shoulder. "Shortcake. We live together. The least you could do is show a little enthusiasm. And take your clothes off – just so you're comfortable, of course, I will receive no benefit out of it whatsoever." I felt his lips lift into a smirk.

I continued to ignore him.

"Come on," he whined, "I already received the threatening warnings from your family and weird best friend. Cut me some slack; I just saved you from moving back in with your family!" he pointed out.

I stepped out of his hold and glared at him. "You only did that so I don't move away from you," I snapped, keeping my glare firm to emphasize my point.

He smirked and shrugged. "Yeah, you're right. Oh well, there's nothing you can do about it now. I've promised your father that I'd take good care of you. That means I need to meet all your needs. So do you need anything from me? Food? Water? Sex?"

My eyes widened in shock at the last suggestion before I launched the sundress I was about to hang up in the closet straight at Adrian's face. He caught it with ease while chuckling at my reaction, and I began blushing.

"Get out of my room," I scowled.

"Our room," he corrected with a lopsided grin, catching me off guard. I blinked back at him momentarily before turning away with a frown. "What is it?" Adrian asked, noticing the small notion.

"Nothing," I mumbled, turning back to my clothes.

"Let's go watch a movie. You can pack your clothes later," Adrian said, before I felt my body being lifted off of the ground and thrown over Adrian's shoulder.

"Adrian!" I squealed, making him chuckle. "You need to stop doing that," I huffed once he set me down onto the sofa in the living room. "I know how to walk."

"I know you do. I watch you walk from behind every day." He smirked, making me roll my eyes and blush. "What movie would you like to watch today, roomie? I'm ordering Chinese."

I glared up at him and crossed my arms over my chest, ignoring him once again. Adrian needed to know that I was angry at him for forcing me out of my own home and into his – and in front of my family, as well. Moving in with him was not a step I wanted to take with him, especially considering the fact that we weren't even a couple and I had unidentified feelings towards him. Living with him was not helping my current conflicted emotions, at the moment.

"Come on Shortcake, you can't me mad at me forever." Adrian pouted, suddenly appearing face to face with me.

I looked straight into his hazel irises and glared. "Yes I can," I snapped, turning away from him angrily.

I heard a small sigh escape Adrian's mouth before I felt myself – once again – being lifted out of my position against my will. Adrian sat in my previous position and placed me on his lap, trapping me there by circling his arms around my waist firmly.

"Look at me," he said earnestly, "I don't regret making you move in with me. I only regret not telling you before I told your family. To prove myself to you, I'll do whatever you want for the rest of the day." Adrian smirked then, and I instantly got the double meaning behind his words.