A SPOT FOR HOPE (MXM) BOOK 2

CHAPTER 16

HOPE

"Hi Hope, how have you been?" Adam smiled as I entered his private table surrounded by red curtains. I frowned at the sound of my name from his lips. My pleas not to use it were all useless.

"I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't call me that," I said tiredly as I sat beside him, pulling down this stupid black dress he requested I wear.

He even bought this one as well. He sure has a weird taste.

"Calling you Faith just doesn't feel right." He smirked, keeping his hands on my waist, trying to pull me closer.

Should I just sit on your lap or what?

"You can't use my name," I almost glared, but managed to stop myself, not wanting to get on his bad side since I needed him. He's also my first exclusive client.

I can't mess this up so badly.

"Then how about I call you love?" he asked, finding that stupid pet name amusing. "But of course, you have to call me love too."

Fuck this. Is he a freaking teenager?

Sigh.

Breathe, Hope. Be nice.

"'Love' sounds too cliché," I said, hoping he wouldn't get offended. I looked up at him from under my lashes, and he smirked. "Babe sounds better."

Henerson likes it, too. It would be easier if I played pretending that I was talking to him instead of this weirdo.

Adam laughed at what I said before nodding in delight.

"Of course, babe." He leaned down to whisper in my ear, and I closed my eyes as his hand trailed from my exposed thigh and in between my legs. I immediately grabbed his hand before he could touch me further, but his stern glare made me stiffen.

"Relax, babe. I was informed about your club rules. Sadly, I can't fuck you here," he said in frustration while sexually harassing me. His hand reached my privates, and I gripped his hand tightly.

"Stop, or I'll scream," I threatened, and he smirked even more, showing how much he liked that idea. Despite his pretty face, I felt disgusted.

"I'd love to hear it. Go on," he leaned closer. "Scream." I furrowed my brows, almost pleading, but he liked that as well.

"Y-you can't." He kissed the side of my face as he kept his hand busy between my legs, and I was unable to push him off completely.

This was part of his request, and I'd agreed to it. I'd accepted him as my exclusive client, and every time he visited, I'd earn a clue about Henerson. Sharing a bed with him would make things faster, but as long as I was able to earn all the clues I needed to find out the truth, then I wouldn't have to have sex with him.

This fucking bastard just wouldn't stop. I cursed as I covered my mouth, my legs trembling from the unwanted touch. I just wanted this to be over.

"Look here," he whispered as he grabbed my jaw and faced me toward him. I closed my eyes, hating that I was doing this before I could see Henerson. His lips touched mine with a light peck, and I stiffened immediately.

Damn it, I'm gonna throw up—

"He was almost killed."

My eyes widened from the clue he dropped before he pushed my head back against the sofa, climbing on top of me.

Is he telling the truth?!

"H-how?" I asked, staring at him in disbelief.

Adam smirked down at me, slowly tracing his thumb on the side of my face.