I flipped him off, walked up to him, and kissed his arrogant mouth. Fuck playing it cool. He was getting on my nerves. The moment our lips touched, I found myself pinned to the wall. His hips pressed against mine, giving me a taste of what I was hopefully getting inside me later. My dick thickened in my pants, digging the idea.
“You missed me, huh?” Adam murmured, licking parts of my tongue that I didn’t know existed. “That’s nice to know.”
I broke the kiss, breathless and nervous. “Are you going to feed me, or what?”
He grinned, hooking his fingers around the rim of my jeans and pulling me after him.
“After me, sweetcheeks.”
When we entered the living room, I stopped in my tracks, surprised yet again. Adam Markland didn’t just have an anaconda in his pants, but also great taste, because his place was... wow. First, floor-to-ceiling windows that spanned the entire wall boasted a breathtaking view of the Smitsville skyline. Second, the apartment looked like something out of a magazine. It was designed in a minimalist style, which meant sturdy, dark pieces of furniture and no furnishings. The kitchen had sleek black cabinetry, giving the room a clean, contemporary edge.The open space area looked polished, cool, and so damn clean I felt dirty despite showering an hour ago.
“You found the place alright?” Adam asked me.
“Yeah. By the way, how can you afford this place on our salary? The rent must be astronomical.”
“Oh, I’m not renting it. I own it.”
I blinked. “Are you taking bribes or stealing drugs from the evidence locker? Or both?”
Adam smiled.
“Neither. After I turned twenty-one, I inherited our family home. It was the only thing we managed to keep after my father went bankrupt and ended up in prison. He put it in my name, but it was like a trust fund that I couldn’t access before a certain age. Living in that haunted house was out of the question, so after it became mine legally, I sold it and bought this place. The rest of the money I gave away to the Safe Haven Orphanage on Fifth Avenue.”
God, if Luz could hear this.
“That’s very nice of you.”
“I didn’t do it because I’m nice,” Adam retorted. “I did it because I didn’t want my father’s blood money.”
He said it with a blank face, but his hatred for the man was almost palpable.
“How did you find this place?” I asked him, looking around.
“There was a domestic violence incident in the neighborhood a year ago. I took a wrong turn and ended up here. I liked the architecture of these old houses, so when this apartment showed up for sale, I bought it.”
When he lifted the lid on the pot, I peeked inside because the smell made my mouth water.
“What are you making?”
It looked like pieces of meat and vegetables swimming in water, but it smelled like magic. And parsley.
“A beef stew.”
“How do you make this?”
“Well, basically, you cut the beef into small cubes and cook them for at least two hours. The longer the better. Then you add whatever vegetables you have. Potatoes, carrots, peas… You can’t go wrong. Pass me that celery over there, please.”
“You’re sexy when you’re talking food,” I said, because I didn’t want to be the only one flustered.
Adam glanced at me. “I know what you’re doing, but it’s not working. Go pour us wine or something.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“Yes. I need to cut this, and I don’t want to chop off my fingers because I’m paying attention to the wrong thing.”
“And what would that be?”
“Your ass, Jordan. Now go. Pour us wine. Behave. Stop fucking with my mind for one goddamn minute.”
