❝ Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one ❞
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He was clad in a white fluffy robe, matching mine, his hair messy, as if he just woke up. I couldn't help but notice how good he l...
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I WAS GOING to murder Adam.
I would start by wringing his neck, chocking him and perhaps even stripping him of his last breath of air until he begged for my forgiveness.
I was a woman on a mission.
One last look at the pasty liquid orange mixture in my cup and my anger blazed.
Adam, however, remained completely unfazed by my maddening fury.
A few moments earlier ...
I woke up to a growling stomach and I realized I had forgotten to eat yesterday evening.
I groaned at my negligence and stupidity.
Getting up from bed, I saw a dozing, and shirtless Adam, tangled between his sheets.
He looked even better asleep, messy tousled hair and lean muscular chest on display.
Pity that all goes down the drain when he opens his mouth.
Rubbing away the remnants of sleep, I quietly tiptoed to the kitchen and opened the fridge.
I reached for one of the white mugs we had bought yesterday, and filled it with orange juice.
The orange juice was a strange texture, sort of pasty and thicker than regular orange juice.
I realized it was probably the pulp kind, which I absolutely despised. I gulped it down anyway.
Oh. My. God
It tasted salty and cheesy, fucking mac and cheese powder.
I was actually going to commit a crime. I was going to become a murderer today.
Soon, I was doubled over the sink spitting out the contents and washing out my mouth with water.
Behind me, I heard Adam guffawing with laughter a phone held between his hands, recording, as he threw his head back in pure amusement.
Now, he stood at the doorway of the kitchen, a smirk stretching across his face.
"I still don't understand why you're mad at me, Layla, dear" Adam grinned, his brown eyes gleaming in excitement.
Mad at him? Understatement of the fucking century.
"I guess I'll have to make you understand" I huffed in extreme annoyance and anger.
He sauntered deeper into the kitchen, approaching me.
He glanced down at the cup in my hand and back up at me. All the while, I glared.
"I didn't know you liked your orange juice with a lot of pulp, Layla, I'll have to keep that in mind, yeah?" he spoke casually.
And at that moment, all hell broke loose.
I stood up and lunged at him, tackling him to the ground in one swift motion.
But alas, my upper hand was short lived and soon he was on top of me, the grin never leaving his face.
I quickly took in the comprising position we were in, smack-dab in the middle of our shared kitchen.
Placing my hands on his chest roughly, I pushed him off of me and stood up, dusting myself off.
He was standing now, eyebrows raised daringly.
"You'll regret that, Ryder"
I quickly reached behind me where I knew the cup was, and splashed the contents of the cup all over him, drenching his hair, face, and shirt in the liquid.
His smirk immediately dropped and in replacement formed an unflattering scowl.
Adam's once warm chocolate eyes, were now darker, pools of ink staring straight at me.
Recovering rather quickly, he began yelling curses, all while attempting to wipe his face and dripping hair with some crumpled up paper towels.
I, on the other hand, was doubled over holding on to the kitchen island while laughing so hard, I felt as if my sides were splitting.
I managed to snap a couple photos of him before he attempted to lunge at me, but I ran off, and locked myself in the bathroom.
Once inside, I took a moment to breathe and collect myself before I heard Adam's heavy footsteps nearing closer.
"Open the fucking door, Layla!" His tone was blunt and sharp as it echoed in my ears.
No way that was happening
"I swear to god, open the fucking door" his fist slammed against the door, rattling it against its hinges.
A annoyed huff could be heard through the door before the noise of his footsteps gradually decreased.
A couple moments later I heard his keys and the room's door open and shut.
The whole time, my lips had curved up into an evidently noticeable conniving smirk.
••• hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it was a shorter chapter, but one of my favorites so far!
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