Page 16 of Shadowing Charlotte
Busy tonight, babe.
Sorry.
I let out a small huff and dropped the phone on the floor beside the tub. Of all the nights for him to be busy. It was Saturday, and I was so fucking horny. What the fuck was he doing that was so important?
With dripping fingers, I reached for the phone again, pulling open my texts.
2091 Constenance Drive.
It's 45 minutes, with traffic. Be here by 12 or I'm going to bed.
Thirty seconds later, Adam's reply appeared.
Fuck that. I'll be there in 30 ;)
I smiled at the phone. Adam could be a controlling asshole who only ever wanted to have sex, but at least he was dependable.
I climbed out of the bath fifteen minutes later and began to rifle through my drawers, finding the sheer blue nightgown he'd bought me for my birthday. Slipping on the matching thong, I pranced around the room, growing more excited with every minute that ticked by. I turned on my little LED lights, flicking them to the pink setting, illuminating the room in a romantic glow.
As if he'd been counting time in his head, the doorbell rang at 11:43. Thirty-two minutes. Not bad. I didn't bother with a robe, answering the door in my nighty. The roses he held up hung limply in his hands as Adam's eyes raked over me.
"Fuck, Lottie…"
"Leave those on the couch," I demanded, pulling him inside and slamming the door closed. Before I knew it, I was in his arms, legs wrapped around his hips, giggling with excitement as he hauled me to the bedroom.
"I thought you weren't supposed to have boys over," Adam said playfully, depositing me on the bed and already tearing my underwear off.
"Good thing you're not just any boy," I echoed what he had told me, the teasing words morphing into a gasp as he buried his face between my legs.
Adam wasn't infallible, in fact, he had many flaws, but one thing I loved about him: he always made me come before he did. Most of my friends complained that their boyfriends never bothered to try and get them off. Adam never failed me in that aspect.
"Come on, Lottie. Focus, baby…" he groaned, curling his fingers inside me. He kept trying to push me over the edge, but I couldn't find the relief I desperately needed. I focused, but not on him. I found myself thinking about blue eyes as I finally came. My back arched off the bed as I tangled my fingers in hair—hair I imagined as much darker.
"Finally, fuck…" Adam sighed with relief, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "Took you long enough…" I sagged back against the sheets, trying to catch my breath. "You alright?"
"Yeah, sorry," I replied, "It's been a long week."
"Well, that's why I'm here, right? To make it all better?" he asked, running his fingers through my damp hair. I nodded, trying to focus my full attention on him. Adam reached for his jeans, pulling out his wallet. "Fuck…" he muttered. "I'm all out."
All out? Adam always had a condom in his wallet. How could he be all out? I didn't dwell on the thought, sure that he must have just dropped it somewhere.
"Top drawer…" I murmured. Adam shifted on the bed, pulling open the side table and rifling through it, his hand stilling.
"What's this?" My brows knitted in confusion as I sat up. "What is this, Charlotte?" He held up the card, the words echoing in my head.Thanks for the show.
"O—oh… That's nothing… Just a prank from work," I lied, my voice unsteady, tone damning.
"Is that why you couldn't get off?" he demanded, rising from the bed, his face contorted in anger. "Are you fucking someone?"
"No, Adam! I'm not fucking anyone!" I snapped. It was the truth, even if it felt like a lie.
"And the roses?" he asked scathingly. Fuck. They'd wilted, but they were there, in the vase on the dresser. Adam was visibly shaking, his eyes burning with jealousy.
"Adam, I'm not—" The denial was cut short as something collided with my face. I fell back on the bed, my eyes flying open in shock, tears of pain welling in them as I clutchedmy stinging cheek. Adam had always been an asshole, but he'd never struck me before. I stared at him, frozen in shock as he glared at me. "What the fuck, Adam?!" I shouted, when my voice finally decided to work.
"Who is he?" he asked in a snarl, looming over me. In the four years I'd known him, I'd never seen Adam so pissed.
"There's no he! I'm not fucking anyone!" Tears spilling down my cheeks, hot and angry.
