worshipping the devil

-sixteen-

E L E N A

My nerves start to kick in as we drive up to the huge modelling building.

It's in the centre of London, and has 'Mattioni' in big bold letters across the entrance.

Too posh.

Playing with my fingers, I feel Adrian's strong hand gently grip my thigh. The action goes straight to my core.

"Don't be so scared," he comforts me. "It'll just be me and you in there, okay?"

I smile. "Okay."

He gets out of the car and tries to run around the front to get to my side quickly, but I still open my door and hop out. He groans in annoyance. I love annoying him.

"Stop doing that." He says in a huff.

I giggle and interlock our hands together. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hmm," he mumbles, pulling me towards the grand building.

As soon as he steps foot in there, it's like everyone goes robotic. All I hear is "good morning Mr Mattioni" and all I see is hundreds of staff smiling and whispering about him.

Most of those staff being extremely hot girls. Bitches.

However, Adrian doesn't even look over once at them. He goes straight to the elevator and presses floor number 69.

What a coincidence.

We stand in silence and it slowly goes up.

I'm fuming, not going to lie. Adrian is clearly surrounded by stunning girls all day every day and I don't know if I'm okay with that.

I understand it's his job, but like, ugh. Why does this have to be his job.

"Who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?" I hear him chuckle beside me.

"I have Frosties."

"They're basically the same thing."

"Um, no they are not," I argue and he just laughs, which makes me more angry.

"You didn't answer my question,"

"Have you ever thought about being in my situation? The man I like and practically want to pounce on every second I'm with him is a professional photographer for the most beautiful models in England and spends all working day with them. Only to also invite the little idiots round for meetings in his own house."

I feel like punching myself.

Why must I be like this.

Adrian stares at me and waits a few more seconds before answering. "You want to pounce on me?" He chuckles.

"Adrian!" I shout, slapping his arm.

"Sorry, but after you said that I didn't listen to anything else."

"Ugh you're so annoying!" I sigh, but I internally want to smile.

He quickly traps me with his arms either side of my head. Looking me up and down, he gives me one of those smirks that I love.

"And you're so fucking hot when you're jealous."

I roll my eyes. Instantly, he growls and grabs my chin with one of his hands. "What have I told you, Elena?"

Biting my lip, making sure I draw it out for slightly longer, I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know, sir." I say innocently, looking up at him through my dark lashes.