Lucy Pierce's got the coolest friends you can ever think of.
Adam Grant, the billionaire and the mystery guy, of few words.
Ryan Grayson, the stud of the school. He's got women falling for him at the click of his fingers.
Olivia Brosnan, the typi...
I searched my bag, only to find no keys there. "I probably forgot to put them in my bag yesterday". "Let's go my place then, come on", Adam said and we got in the car. I texted my parents, because I didn't wish to listen to them roast me of how could an 18 year old be so dumb as to forget the house keys in the morning. And lets not even discuss the message I received from them on the same. I informed them of being with Adam, and they were okay with that.
So we were back in his car again and as he turned the car back to the 3rd route for the evening, we sat in complete silence., comfortable in what surrounded us. This comfort was what I loved of being around him. No need to start a conversation, and no space for any awkwardness. I guess that is the advantage of knowing someone for 10 years. "Where'd you get hurt?", Adam asked. "Huh? ohhhh, okay, yah that, just the right arm and a little on the leg. Just bruises, nothing much though", I said, remembering the pitiful sight he noticed when I fell off the stairs. "Did Carter say anything?", I asked him. "He feels Olivia is hiding something", he said and I could sense the question in his tone. "They need to talk it out, I guess", I said. "Definitely, else this will end their relationship", If only he knew what is just said was viable in both the cases, communication or no-communication.
After a 15 minute drive, Adam parked the car in front of the main entrance of his mansion. We entered the house to find Mr. Dankforth waiting for him in the living room.
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"We have a guest for the evening", said Mr. Dankforth. "D, she is family now", Adam said making me chuckle. "Yes D, I know this house better than my own I guess", I said making both of them laugh. "Adam, the dinner is served in the dining room", said Mr. Dankforth. "Yes we will be right there", he said.
After having dinner, we went to Adam's room. He asked me to sit on the couch and left the room. He returned with a first aid box in his hand. He sat down beside me and handed over a pain killer with a glass of water. After I had it, he took my right foot in his hand, and opened the converse, and starting analysing the ankle.
"How'd you know about this?", I asked him. "You weren't walking properly, if I've noticed", he said. And he was saying the truth. All evening I was so engrossed with thoughts of Olivia that I didn't pay attention to the aching ankle, and when I did, I wanted to avoid questions, so I tried to walk straight. He placed the ankle on his thigh and applied a gel on it and after rubbing it, he rapped a crape band aid around it to keep it warm.
"Anywhere else, injured angel?", he said just as he had finished rapping it. " 'Injured angel', such a cliché Adam", I said laughing out loud. "Now was it?" "Yes, definitely was" "The guest room is set", said Mr. Dankforth entering the room, after knocking twice on the open door. "Great, you should rest", Adam said standing up from the couch, and helping me up with the sprained ankle, and walking beside me. "Chill, I've walked with it all evening" "That is exactly why you need to take care of it more now", he said. "Okay Doc", I said making him chuckle. He walked me over to the guest room right opposite to his room. He put me in the warm bedding. "Goodnight Lue", he said switching the lights off of the room. "Night", I said and felt the urge to sleep instantly, possibly due to the pain killer.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to the sound of a scream, shriek but manly. Curiosity killed the cat is all I could think while stepping outside the room. Standing in the dim hallway I could hear someone panting heavily. Stepping closer to Adam's room I identified the source of it.
Wasn't sure if I should would walk up on something I shouldn't be seeing, I knocked on the door twice, but when he didn't say anything, I peaked through the half open door to see Adam panting in desperatly in his sleep. He was sweating and frowning, and then I realized that he was having a nightmare. I placed a hand on his fore-head to bring him comfort, and he did react to it by lightening the frown that had earlier appeared on his face. I removed the hand from his head only to realize his condition worsen. I sat on his bed leaning on the cushions and slowing started moving my hand from his fore-head to his head in order to calm him down.
He moved closer to me, his head placed on the pillow right next to my abdomen.
