Page 10 of Hello Kitten

Glancing around the room, my eyes widen as I recognize it. The dark green walls, the thick black curtains. I roll to my side and let my feet drop to the ground, feeling the soft fluffy carpet under my feet.

Fuck. This can’t be happening, I can’t be at his place, again…

I jump up and hurry to the door on my right. The sharp bathroom lights turn on and make me squint as I try to fix the mess that’s me. Smoothing out my dress as much as I can, thencleaning the run-out mascara and open the faucet to erase the taste in my mouth.

How the hell did I even get here? And why am I here? Wait… the texts. He came to get me, against my will, may I add.

As I tie up my hair, turn off the light and wander back into the bedroom, I freeze. Adrian sits on his bed, his gaze fixed on mine. My cheeks heat as I keep my head held high. Trying to act like it doesn’t bother me that I’m here, even though deep down it kind of freaks me out.

His brow lifts, and I scoff, walking towards the nightstand to get my phone. Why is he making this harder than it should be?

As my feet hit the soft fluffy carpet, he grabs my wrist and tugs me in his arms.

“Let me go!” I screech, unable to escape as he holds me tightly.

“What are we going to do about this, Emily?”

“There’s nothing to do,” I grumble, squirming on his lap. The more I squirm, the more his arms tighten around me. He’s holding me effortlessly despite the fact I feel like I’m struggling for my life. The skirt of my dress pulls up to flash my black panties, and he lets out a sharp breath.

“I didn’t fuck you last night.” He pauses as his stare remains on my bare thigh. “Obviously, I can control myself, but if you’re going to tell everyone what we did, then I need to be aware. It’s against the rules and I could be fired and black listed,” he says without missing a beat.

“I only told my best friend. She won’t tell anyone. She thinks it’s because I’m too forceful with people,” I huff.

“Stop wiggling,” he warns.

“Then let me go!”

“I’m not going to let you go until I get a real answer. But you’re about to get yourself into trouble,” he warns darkly.

“Tell me how much more trouble I can be in,Stallion. I fucked you, my professor!”

“Stop wiggling or I’ll bend you over and spank you until you’re unable to sit in class on Monday,” he commands, that intense voice so hot and sure.

A sigh leaves me, and I stop moving. “There’s nothing to fix,” I insist. “We fucked each other, and we’ll forget about it once we fuck someone else. It was one time, not like a whole relationship or something.”

“So, you won’t tell anyone?”

Is that why he came to get me, only that? If I was going to tell anyone, I already could.

“Oh please, everyone but my bestie would say I was fantasizing,” I dismiss despite how hot my cheeks are.

“Until they see how I look at you,” he murmurs, his eyes softening.

I shove out of his arms and stand in front of him. “You shouldn’t come to bars to get me.”

“You shouldn’t be out,” he snarls right back, standing up and reminding me exactly how much taller he is than me.

I put a hand on my hip. “Excuse me, I can go wherever the fuck I want!”

“I need you safe,” he hisses.

“Why do you even care? I was a hookup! A one-night thing. Be honest, you were never going to text me again even before we ended up in this ... mess,” I yell. “Just leave me the fuck alone!”

He’s quiet, just watching me, and I shove him. It’s immature and stupid, but it also backfires right away. Adrian grabs my wrists and holds them above my head as my body presses to his. I pant as I writhe against him until he transfers my wrists into one of his hands and his other arm wraps around me.

“You and I had a whole lot more fun than a drunken night. Did you forget me the next morning?” he demands.

His eyes search mine. The right answer and the real answer aren’t the same.

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