Chapter Fourteen

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Mia I should've thought about the consequences if I had decided to succumb to my demons, but Adam was too much to resist, he had the perfect of everything and I couldn't easily push him away. Besides, I didn't even want to push him away—I enjoyed his touch, his capability of pleasuring me. Despite both of us being adults and old enough to pretend as if it never happened, we were never going to be able to go back to how things were; he had seen my naked body, he had touched me in places that nobody else had and he had tasted me. How could I maintain a normal relationship with my boss when he had explored down that road with me? I walked into the kitchen, seeing Adam was alone pouring himself a cup of coffee. It took me by surprise when he stood behind me, both of his hands on my waist before leaning close to my ear. "Good morning," "Morning," "Coffee?" "Sure." Adam poured a cup for me, maintaining eye contact as he took a sip of his own. It was a bit awkward to stand there and ignore his gaze, but I knew better than to bring up what had happened earlier. Besides, Jean was in the living room watching TV, and we had to pretend as if she hadn't heard anything, even though the original plan was to make sure she heard everything. He leaned in, whispering. "She heard everything. She's just pretending she didn't," "I don't really understand how you came up with that plan," I replied. "Well, she can't stay here. It was a brilliant plan to make sure she leaves." "Doesn't seem like it's working." "Really?" My eyebrows furrowed as he took a few steps closer towards me, placing his hands on my waist. I knew I couldn't simply push him away even if I wanted to because, knowing Adam, his actions were based on his own calculations—pretty sure at that moment, Jean was looking at us, which meant he was doing this for the show. I couldn't see if Jean was truly looking at us from behind me, but I remained still, playing along with his public display of affection in front of his mother. He leaned in, placing a few soft kisses on my cheek. "Pretty sure I can make you wet again," I cleared my throat, "Don't say that." "Why? Are you embarrassed?" "It's a normal reaction to being touched." He smirked, "It seems like you haven't been touched in a long time." "Haven't gotten the time. My boss kept asking me to work late nights," "You have a terrible boss." "Don't remind me. He's the worst." "Mmm, didn't he make it up to you?" I raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?" I felt his hands moving down to my bottom, slowly squeezing them as he pulled me closer. It was a quick action but as soon as our bodies met, I felt the growing bulge underneath his pants. Even though he knew I could feel it, he didn't seem to be bothered by it—he made sure I felt it. Both of my hands were placed on my sides, afraid that they were going to roam his body. He smiled, revealing a set of dimples I never came to notice before. "Drink your coffee. It'll get cold," he said before stepping away, leaving me on my own in the kitchen as he went to join his mother. It didn't take me long to finish my cup of coffee and I went to join them, sitting next to Adam. As soon as I sat down, he had already placed his arm around my shoulder, making it seem as if we were always a cozy couple and this was a normal occurrence for us. I couldn't focus on anything else, even on the television, when I felt his fingers slowly playing with my hair—it was a small gesture, yet I felt something building up in my stomach. Butterflies? Excitement? I couldn't tell. My heart skipped a beat at the warmth of his fingers. "I have already booked a date for cake testing." Jean said, breaking the silence which caused us to turn and look at her. "You booked what?" Adam asked, raising an eyebrow. "Cake testing. For your wedding." "Mother, Mia and I haven't decided about getting married yet." "How long are you two going to hold things back? Getting married won't change a thing. You two have already been living together," she replied as she continued to scroll down on her tablet. It seemed like she made the reservations without asking us. "If it's about money, you don't have to worry about anything. Your father and I have no problem with sponsoring." He shook his head, "You know it's never about money." "Good then, we won't have any issues." "Mother—" Jean cut him off, "I love Mia. I love how both of you are so in love with each other. If it's my blessing that you are really worried about, you have to believe me when I say that the moment you told me you two were engaged, I was already thanking God." The faint smile was visible on her face as she leaned back, making sure the conversation ended. Adam and I were quietly sitting, unable to say anything. He was probably thinking of ways to cancel the wedding, and I was just quietly thinking about the mess I had gotten myself into. Even if we confessed to her about our fake engagement, she was probably going to hate me, but at least, we didn't have to continue this act. However, knowing Adam, he was never going to disappoint his mother; he wanted to continue the show, he was probably going to keep it a secret to his grave. Jean continued to talk about wedding dresses, reservations, guests and even the wedding hall. This time, Adam kept quiet and didn't bother to say a word. He knew he didn't want to marry. He knew he didn't have a choice. All he had was me. His personal assistant.
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