When I woke up this morning, Adrienne was sleeping peacefully buck naked and beautiful under the covers. I’ve been fantasizing the last thirty minutes about how many more things I can teach her and how many more ways I will pleasure her.
Hell, I don’t care what we do as long as the day ends with her wrapped around me like a hot blanket, squeezing me dry and begging for mercy.
I saw little in Adrienne’s fridge this morning, so I wanted to grab the essentials. Even with one hand I can still make her a veggie scramble, some sausage and maybe a bagel on the side.
The plan is to feed her, fuck her, and then spend the rest of the day figuring out how to get that damn TV screen on the wall with one hand and without calling Bryan to help me. He’d give my ass away for sure.
I use the spare key I made Troy leave behind to let myself back in the apartment. I’m not sure that I trust that these are his only copies, so I have plans to get Adrienne’s locks changed too.
I chuckle inside.
I guess I’ve got a lot of plans for her.
Once I let myself in the apartment, I’m faced by a very anguished Adrienne standing under the doorway of her bedroom.
Phone in her hand.
Tears streaming down her face.
Seeing her upset like this makes me like I’ve been shanked in my side. The pain is sharp and harsh.
She knows.
“Evidently you are quite the famous quarterback.”
“Let me explain.”
“I thought you were a starving artist?”
“I never said that.”
“You said you were a painter,” she scoffs.
“I said that while I had time off, I was painting, which is true.”
“Where do you paint?”
“In my house?”
“Which is where?”
I hesitate because I don’t want to tell her about my mom, but I’ve got a feeling that she’s been looking me up in her phone for the last twenty minutes. She probably knows everything, and now I’m being tested.
“The East Side on 66th.”
“Square footage?”
“4200 square feet.”
“Articles are pretty accurate then.” She exaggerates her point by scrolling through the many pages of my life in print on her phone. “That must have cost you a pretty penny.”
Fuck, she’s livid.
“I need to explain, Adrienne.”
“You realize that you’re just as bad as he is, right?”
“Are westilltalking about that piece of shit?” I instinctually move closer to her. “I would never disrespect you like he did. Ever.”
