New York Prince (Adam Driver x Reader fic)

Chapter 5-Hiding

It  was torture attempting to keep out of the public eye. They were everywhere and no where at the same time. Never knowing where we could go and where we couldn't was terrifying. And with a 20 year age gap, more often then not people would ask if I was a sugar baby. 

Our careers were skyrocketing, and we had managed to remain private. Granted we had only ever gone on one date, but in my mind one and not getting caught was better then none! 

Bending over my laptop I attempted to type out the final words to my sponsor. I was ending my racing career. It was time to focus on Adam and my other jobs.

"Y/n?" Adam's deep voice cut through my haze and rattled me to the bone. Looking up I caught his eye. "What are you doing?"

"I decided it was time for me to quit. The stress is too much." I sighed and tapped send. Turning I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Plus I have you to think about." He placed his lips on my neck and tugged my hips up against him. "I can't keep running around like a chicken with no head. You need me to be here." I ran a finger down his strong cheek. "I must be present. I realize that." 

"You should be proud of yourself. You work hard." He nuzzled my neck. "You are a sweet light in my dark world." Smiling, I pulled away to look him in the eye. "Y/n, I want to take the job." He looked down at me. "The one in New Zealand."

I lowered my lashes and released him. A wave of nausea swept over me. "Okay. I will set it up." I stepped away from him. Reopening my laptop, I found the offer. Typing out a reply quickly I hit send. "Adam, are you okay?"

He nodded. "I just need to work again. You understand that."

"I understand." I stepped away from him and towards the window that show cased the New York City sky line.  Sighing I wrapped my arms around my middle. How stupid was I to think he would stay? 

"Honey, its not because I want to leave you. Quite the opposite. I just can't stay here alone. I am getting stir crazy." He wrapped his giant hands around my waist from behind. "You do realize that, right?" 

I tipped my head to the side. "I know you have things you have to do." I nodded. "Your life is acting. You deserve this." 

"Y/n, I am not leaving you." Adam twirled me around. 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Babe, you're coming too!" He smirked and I stuttered. "Shhh. I won't even hear a no. Also, you never told me you were an actress." 

"I-I... Well, um... I" Scrambling for words, I looked at him. "How did you?-" 

"I think you should audition." He smiled at my confusion. "You are coming with, and you are auditioning." 

I sputtered and nodded. "I still am so beyond confused." 

"Pack your things." 

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Flashback

"Good morning!" I cried cheerily. Adam grunted from the bed, and I opened the shades. "Come on sleeping beauty, time to get up." 

Adam moaned slightly and rolled onto his side. Looking at me through hooded eyes, he stretched. His long muscular arms extended and contracted. I was mesmerized by the sight, but instantly straightened and put my smile back on my face. "Come on." I persuaded.

"But Y/n, its only..." he squinted to see the clock.

"9:45." I finished for him. "And you have a press conference at 10:30." Turning on my heel, I opened the bathroom door and motioned for the hulk of a man to enter.

Grunting his disapproval, Adam drug his body from the bed. Standing, he reached for the robe at the end of the bed. His exposed chest looked like silk woven by the finest maker. His rippling muscles contracted and contorted to do their masters bidding.

"See something you like doll?" A devilish grin exploded on his face.

I could feel my cheeks beginning to burn. "I... um... I better let you get ready. I will bring back coffee. What do you want?"

His gaze was heavy as he moved towards me. Turning my head, I looked away. "Black. With a touch of cream." He smirked and strode to the bathroom.

I staggered out of the room. Shutting the door, my heart sounded in my ears. This was the first time I was working personally with him overseas. He was so beautiful and good and kind...

"Coffee. I need to get coffee."  I squeaked and hustled out of the building with my blood singing. That man set me on fire, and I did not mind it.

But he was married. That fact alone should stop these thoughts.

Shouldn't it?