Adrian x Belvina book.
Adrian Parker was always someone you could rely on. No matter his own problem he was always there for his friends. Even when all the pain has begun to take over his mind he will smile and joke around. No one seems to be able t...
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He led me to his black Ferrari parked on the street and opened the door for me. He waited for me enter but I stood there staring at him.
"What now? You want me to carry you and place you on the seat?" he asked.
"Are you looking for an excuse to touch me again, Parker?" I smiled coyly at him and he shook his head with a scoff. I shut the door after sitting in the seat. I leaned back on the plush leather seat. I couldn't help but notice his scent was all over the car.
"You're something else, aren't you?" he said when he entered the car. An amused smile littered his face as he studied me.
I didn't say anything to him, instead, I just went through my to-do-list for today on my phone. I had three assignments due and I had to set up a meeting with my advisor.
He kept smiling, staring back at me like he was challenging me to say something. I remembered my conversation with Chloe yesterday, I turned to Adrian and moved my hand to his chest searching for the right spot.
He gave me a confused look, trying to figure out what I was doing, I just smiled. I found his nipple and gave it a hard pinch.
"Fuck!" He yelped. He rubbed the spot on his chest as he stared at me like I was crazy.
"That's for lying to me that you had no idea where Chloe was," I said, returning to my phone.
" Kinky much?" he said with his eyes on the road and one hand on the wheel while the other massaged a spot on his chest.
"I wanted to go for a punch but I just had my nails done, sorry not sorry." I shrugged and gave him the address to the hotel. I decided to ignore him for the rest of the ride.
"Good you didn't go with the first option, I still need to charm the ladies with this face."
"I can still go for it," I threatened, forming a fist.
"With a fist like that, you'll be the one getting hurt." He said as we came to a stop in front of a red light.
He reached for my hand I'd curled into a fist.
"Relax, I wanna show you something," he said softly as I tried to pull away from his touch, glaring at him.
"This is how you make a fist," he began his demonstration holding my four fingers out and curling them gently into my palm. The rough pads of his fingers caressed my skin as I watched.
"You don't want your thumb sticking out unless you wanna end up with a fractured thumb. Roll four fingers into your palm and close your index finger with your thumb. And when you strike that punch, make sure the point of contact are always the two first knuckle right here," he rubbed the bony prominence on my knuckle.
"You're welcome," he said letting go of my hand, his touch still warming my skin.
The honk from behind made me jump in my seat. I looked in front of me, the light was green and the cars in front of us were gone.
