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❣️ EPISODE FOUR❣️
Adrienne had a smile on her face when she woke up the lnext morning. Justin left her ap@rtment quite early. When she opened her eyes, he was gone. She was n-ked in her be-d. In her be-dside table, a cu-p of Starbucks coffee sits, with a note:
“You’re a fox!”
She smiled to herself. She put a pillow in her face and she screamed. She doesn’t know what is happening to her. She was shagging the city’s most notorious rake. Well… she shagged the city’s most notorious rake, that is. For two consecutive nights. She doesn’t know when she will see him again… if he will even remember her name. She doesn’t care. That morning when she woke up, she felt beautiful. She felt adored from head to foot.
How many times did he tell her that she is foxy? How many times did he tell her that she was smart and gorgeous? How many times did he k!ssher and t©uçhed her in places that made her feel all-woman… a divine woman?
She stretched out in her be-d, still drun!kwith the pas-sion of his lovema-king? Then she got up and took the cu-p of Starbucks coffee he left for her. It was still h0t, which means that he left a few minutes before she woke up. He must have woken up earlier than that, went to Starbucks and sli-pped in the coffee in her be-dside table.
She had a smile on her face all day. When she met with Jill and Yuan that night, she was dressed in a silver halter t©p, a black Sk-irt and a high-heeled sandal.
“Way to go, Adrienne!” Jill cheered when she saw her.
“Va-va-voom!” Yuan agreed.
“I see, someone got drun!kbefore going to the p@rty, huh!” Jill tea-sed.
“I’m perfectly sober!” Adrienne protested. “I just felt like dressing up.”
“Is this the way you dressed up when you went to Gypsys?”
Adrienne shrugged and looked away from her friends. She knew she was blu-shing. She remembered the night that Justin Adams introduced himself to her and took her vir-ginity away with him before the night was over.
“Well, shall we go in?” Adrienne asked them, changing the subject.
“Come on.”
The minute she stepped into Gypsys, the memories of the shocking night flashed back to her mind. The h0t, sultry dance they had that led to two nights of pas-sion and mindless lovema-king.
If he was the devil… she wouldn’t mind burning in hell for the rest of her damned life… that was the thought that kept ringing in her head. Because she knew if she had to do it all over again, she would not change a thing. She could not resist laying with him over and over again.
To hell with Troy. To hell with her mother and the
mundane standards of propriety.
For the first time in years that they have been the best of friends, Yuan and Jill saw Adrienne order beer. Normally, she would order iced tea. She smiled to herself. That Adrienne wore long-sleeved turtlen£¢k shi-ts and pla-id p@n-ts, with re-ading glas-ses whenever she went with her friends to bars. This Adrienne is showing her curves and legs that go forever for all the men in the bars to see. And
light beer with a slim cigarette in hand does not go bad with the outfit at all.
“I am loving you tonight, dear!” Yuan said. “If I was a man… I mean, if I were straight, I would go out of my way to hit on you.”
Adrienne laughed. “Then you have to be thankful that you are g@y. Because I am not to be someone’s prey tonight.”
The minute that went out of her mouth, she caught a glimpse of jet black hair, and a familiar pair of shades.
She had to blink twice to make sure that she wasn’t seeing things. But she saw the curve on hisl-ips, she knew in that instant that he was staring at her before he went to the bar with his friends.
“Oh my God!” Jill breathed. “Justin Adams is here!”
Yuan looked at the direction that Jill was looking at.
“Right! Manhattan’s rakes are here!”
“And what a handsome crowd they make! Look at them. Three guys, all drop-dead gorgeous.” Jill said. “But add the two guys multi-ply them by ten, they still would not be equals one Justin Adams.”
“You guys talk as if they are a bunch of God’s gift to women!” Adrienne rolled her eyes.
“They could well be.” Yuan said. “Look! Half of the girls in this bar are practically staring at their direction. More than half of them women here would like to catch their eyes.
“What is the deal with that guy? It’s dark in here for
Christ’s sake!” Jill said. Adrienne raised a brow at her. “He had to wear those shades all the time?”
Adrienne shrugged. “Maybe it is p@rt of the package. He doesn’t want people to see his eyes.”
“I hope he’s not cross-eyed or wall-eyed.” Yuan said.
“It would be a pity. But I don’t think God would be cruel. He makes one individual perfect, He will see it throu-gh.” Jill sighed.
“Yeah, I think you are right.” Adrienne agreed. But she was not just thinking that Justin Adams is physically perfect. She knows that he is. Even without clothes.
He was not looking around. It seems like even though girls were trying to catch his eyes, he was just chatting with his friends, seemed to be oblivious of the attention that he’s been getting. It’s like he feels that he is above every female in the room.
A couple of girls even dared to approach their table with probably a very lame excuse to talk to them, or a very daring line out of desperation. Justin just nodded when a girl said something to him, and then he stood up and patted his friend in the back and left the bar.
Adrienne smiled. All the more did she feel proud of
herself. He pursued her. He approached her at the bar and introduced himself to her. She did pl@yha-rd -to-get, albeit, her efforts proved to be futile, but she was still proud that she didn’t even have to look his way for him to notice her, and more importantly, flir-t with her. In the sinful game of flir-ting and lvst, she felt she has accomplished a lot more than these girls, in spite of her lack of experience.
“Sweetie, I think your phone is ringing.” Jill shouted at her over the music.
“You heard that?” She shouted back, fishing her phone from her purse.
An unregistered number appeared.
She sighed. This could be Jada’s doing again. She has the habit of giving her number to people who are trying to get an advertising space or a feature with blus-h.
“Hello!” She shouted over the phone, while covering her other ear.
“Go out!” A male voice said on the other line.
“What? Who…” And somehow her instincts told her
something that excited her every nerve. She stood up.
“Guys, I have to take this call outside.” She said to her friends.
When she got to the reception area where the music wasn’t too loud, she put the phone back to her ear.
“Hello.”
“Go out.” The guy said again.
“Who is this?” She asked.
“I’m hurt. You forgot or perhaps I’ve just k!$$£d you
s-en-seless last night?” He said smugly.
Her heart skipped two beats instead of one, if that was possible at all.
“How did you get this number?” She asked.
“I was a boyscout.” He said. “Now, get your cute bu-tt outside because I’m waiting for you in my car.”
“Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know. But when you do maybe you’ll find out why.”
Smug! She thought. But she knew what he was trying to say. She was dying for a taste of him again. To look at him straight in the eyes once more and convince herself that she didn’t dream him.
She hung up and sighed. She counted one to ten to see if the feeling would still be there after ten seconds. When she opened her eyes, she realized that the feeling is still there.
“Damn!” She cursed softly and walked out of the bar.
Justin’s Ferrari was parked in front. He opened the door from inside without getting out of the car, much to her relief. Although, she was dallying with him, she still doesn’t want to be as-sociated with him. She quic-kly got inside his car.
“What do you want?” She demanded.
He smiled mischievously and drove off.
“What? Where are you taking me?” She asked. “I can’t leave… my friends are inside! They will be looking for me!”
He smiled at her. “Relax, okay.” He said.
He went to the parking lot and parked on a secluded area. Then he st©pped the engine and turned to her.
“I just want to k!ssyou.” He said.
Her breath caught in her throat as she watch him lean over to her and k!$$£d her s-en-seless. Her own arms c@m£ to life and wra-pped them around his n£¢k. It was a de-ep and pas-sionate k!ss. When he pu-ll-ed away, her world was spinning.
“You look wonderful, by the way.” He told her. “I wanted to say hi, but then I remembered, you don’t want anything to do with me, so I figured you didn’t tell your friends about me either, and I wouldn’t take the risk.”
“Good. Because I don’t know what lies I will spin to them when they ask how I met you.” She said.
He raised a brow. “You could tell them we met at blus-h.”
She shook her head. “Jill works at blus-h too. She will ask exactly how, and I wouldn’t know what to say.”
“So you’re telling me you’re not a liar?” He asked seriously, but it seems she could see laughter in his eyes.
She shook her head. “I’m saying I am not a good liar.”
“Well, if you put it that way.”
“And the longer I stay here with you, the more difficult it is going to be for me when I get back. The more messed up I am going to be.”
He chuckled. “You’ve only been gone a few minutes. You could always say Jada asked some people to call you up and arrange for some interviews and you can’t agree on the d@t£ and place and they really have to finalize it now.”
“And they would be calling me at twelve midnight?” She asked.
“It’s a bar. It’s only open at nights.” He replied.
“And what bar would that be?” She asked.
He laughed. Then he pu-ll-ed her close to him and k!$$£d her again thor0ûghly.
“You know what, Ms. Prim and Proper… you think too much.” He said smiling. Then he sighed. “As much as I wanted to dally with you more, I don’t want to spoil your night out with your friends and make you invent the story of the year to convince them why you have been gone for approximately… twenty minutes.”
He gave her one final k!sson thel-ips and then he drove back to the front of the bar to drop her off.
Before she got out of his car, he said, “You’re a fox.”
She stared at him and then she quic-kly got out of his car and headed straight to the ladies’ room. She locked herself inside the a cubicle, where she combe-d her hair and ret©uçhed her make-up.
She composed her lines and herself before she went out of the cubicle and headed towards her friends.
“My God!” Yuan complained. “You took forever in that phone call!”
“We thought you’ve gone home!” Jill said. “Who was it anyway?”
Adrienne shrugged and looked away. If she will lie, she will not look at her friends straight in the eye.
“It’s… Troy.” She said. “He… I don’t know. Nothing that will interest you anyway.”
“Sweetie, if you want to talk about it…”
She shook her head. “Negative. Let’s talk about… men… Other men.”
Jill’s and Yuan’s stare immediately went to the table where Justin and his friends were sitting. Justin has just gotten back to his seat, it seems.
“I actually heard he was here at the opening and he picked up a girl.”
“I wonder where she is now.”
“Well, you know Justin Adams. He doesn’t stay with one girl exclusively. He be-ds them and then he moves on. He’s a rake, we all know that.” Yuan said.
“Well, one night with him is worth a lifetime shag.” Jill breathed. “I haven’t heard of anyone complaining. Except for, maybe those who were thinking of being the first lady of Adams Industries.”
“He’s not the marrying type. That table over there, is full of guys who will take mistresses for life. I doubt they would want to share their wealth to a woman… I doubt they would risk splitting their worth.”
“Oh well, haven’t you heard of pre-nuptial agreement?” Adrienne pointed out.
Yuan shrugged. “Oh yeah. You’ll be worth a million dollars after the divorce… nothing more. That’s all you’re going to get, and a thousand heartbreaks for learning that they only married you to get a legal heir.”
“I wonder if Justin Adams grew up away from his parents… his father having mistresses in every country, and his mother, caring for nothing but saloon appointments, limitless shopping, and tea room chit-chats with her other rich friends.” Adrienne said.
“Probably. It’s a good explanation though.” Jill said. “That’s why he grew up heartless.”
After tiring of the Justin Adams talk, they all went to the dance floor. Adrienne decided she should have the time of her life. She danced and laughed with her friends. She didn’t spare a single look on Justin Adams’s way. She didn’t want to see if he was sitting there flir-ting with another woman. She doesn’t want the memory of k!ss!nghim secretly in his car be tainted with the memory of seeing him
flir-ting with another woman the same way that he flir-ted with her when they first met.
They decided to call it a night by two in the morning. Adrienne was ti-psy and exhausted. But she felt wonderful… beautiful.
Justin and his friends were still at the bar when they left.
“I can’t believe I didn’t see some action.” Yuan said.
“What action?”
“You know… I was hoping to see him flir-t with some girl so I could know what his type is. Does he like brunettes, or redheads or blondes.” Yuan said.
“With Justin’s history… all of the above.” Jill laughed.
When they hailed a cab, her phone beeped. She recognized the number as Justin’s. She re-ad the
message nervously.
Are you going straight home?
She replied: Yes.
After a minute, she received another response: Don’t lock your door. 😉
Her heart thumped nervously in her che-st.
When she got home, she hopped in the shower quic-kly. What is wrong with her? She ba-rely said goodbye to Yuan and Jill when they dropped her off in front of her building. She ran to the elevator and almost sli-pped on her front door.
Her heart is beating fas-ter than ever. After she showered, she put on a pair of sleeveless silk cami, and a matching silk shorts. She towel-dried her hair, and finally went out to the front door to make sure that it isn’t locked.
She lied on her be-d, hvgged her b©dy pillow and closed her eyes. But she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep. She is waiting for him, and the fulfillment of his promise for another dalliance.
Her heart skipped another beat when she heard her front door open and close. She turned to her be-droom door and found Justin Adams standing there, wearing a white shi-t and a pair of jeans. He still even had his shades up on his head. He must have gone straight to her flat when he got to the building.
He smiled at her wickedly. And then he moved over to her and lied next to her. Without a word, he leaned over, k!$$£d her pas-sionately and started a wild ride of pas-sion that Adrienne thought she could almost not contain. She was woken up by the sound of the answering machine.
“Wake up! Wake up! Hangover or not we are going up!”
She heard Yuan’s voice on the phone.
She panicked. She stood up immediately from the be-d and got hold of her bathrobe. She saw that Justin had gotten up alre-ady and began to dress up quic-kly.
“Oh my God! It’s Jill and Yuan! My best friends!” She ran across her be-droom to gather her clothes in a panic.
“Honey…” Justin gr@bb£d her by the arms gently and gave her a k!sson thel-ips. “Good morning.” He smiled.
She realized she hasn’t said good morning to him… after a night of tiresome and yet quite wonderful lovema-king. She reached up to k!sshim. “I’m sorry. Good morning.”
She said to him. “It’s just they will see you and they can’t…”
“I know.” He said. He k!$$£d her on the forehead. “I’m going. I’ll see you later.”
He crossed the hall only dressed in his p@n-ts, carrying the rest of his clothes and his shoes with him. She gathered her clothes on the floor and quic-kly dressed before she threw
Tbc