The Maybach headed howard.
Five minutes into the ride, Christine sat on the left side of the back seat, Adrian on the right, separated by a center console. An odd silence filled the car, with neither speaking a word.
Christine stole a glance to her right. Adrian was leaning against the window, eyes closed, resting.
Outside, the nightti streetscape shifted, casting alternating light and shadow across his sculpted features, playing over his prominent nose. His thin lips and sharp jawline contributed to an overwhelming aura of unapproachability, though the soft hair falling across his forehead added a touch of humanity.
Christine felt she should explain sothing. Gathering her courage, she spoke: "...I wasn't planning to take his ride."
Her voice echoed in the air-conditioned back seat.
She imdiately regretted her words. She'd ant to convey her dislike of Marcus, knowing from Ethan about the fights between the brothers and Marcus, and generally aware of Victor's character. But Adrian might not know Ethan had told her about this, making her statent sound like she was worried about making Adrian jealous - both deliberate and presumptuous.
After a mont, Adrian responded with a simple "Mm."
His eyes remained closed, his tone unreadable.
Seeing he wouldn't elaborate, Christine changed the subject to Ethan: "Ethan will start chemotherapy next Monday."
"...Thank you for respecting his decision," she added, words she'd long wanted to say.
Adrian again responded with a soft "Mm."
He must be exhausted, having been in Tokyo just last night before returning to N City.
Christine wasn't sure if Adrian had co back specifically to help her, or how much of it was for her benefit; she didn't know his schedule, or how he happened to appear so coincidentally at the hospital at nine.
Deciding further speculation was pointless, Christine fell quiet, turning to watch the streets rushing past outside the window.
Strangely though, she felt a sense of peace.
Perhaps it was because Marcus had been so off-putting, but when Adrian's face had appeared in the car window earlier, Christine had felt an overwhelming sense of relief, as if she'd been saved.
Thirty minutes later, the Maybach slowly entered the underground garage.
As the car ca to a stop, Christine reached for her bag and was about to open the door. Just as her hand touched the handle, a large hand gripped her neck from behind, pulling her back. The man's hand was cold against her neck, which had been protected by her cashre turtleneck. Before she could shrink away, his palm exerted force, pressing her down towards his crotch with irresistible strength.
Christine panicked, looking up at Adrian in alarm.
He was already awake, looking down at her with half-lidded steel-gray eyes that glead with a cold, dangerous light. Though his expression remained impassive, Christine felt like a gazelle on the savanna, with Adrian as the lion who had caught her by the neck.
He remained silent, watching her with that languid, dangerous gaze.
Until Christine finally understood his intent. After a mont's hesitation, she lowered her eyes, no longer eting his gaze, and reached for his belt.
The cold tal touched her palm, followed by his half-aroused warmth.
anwhile, she heard the driver getting out of the car.
The driver had already set the air conditioning to recirculation mode and even locked the garage door - as instructed by Jas.
Two hours earlier, Jas had called the driver from Tokyo, saying: "While taking the boss ho, please pick up Mrs. Christine from the hospital, she should be returning tonight."
Last night, after the summit, Adrian played indoor golf with several CEOs of listed companies and then returned to the hotel to handle business. Around ten o'clock, he worked out on the treadmill for 40 minutes.
While on the treadmill, he noticed the floor-to-ceiling windows in the gym and, for so reason, rembered pressing Christine against those windows last week. She had been dazed, her mouth slightly open, her disheveled hair draped over his arms.
He got hard.
Even after showering, Adrian was still hard. Wearing a bathrobe, his erection made a prominent bulge.
Jas entered to give his routine work report and imdiately noticed Adrian's state. He briefly summarized the matters and the next day's arrangents, then tentatively suggested, "Boss, should I call Miss. Kiko over?"
Kiko was a sought-after international model, Japanese-Arican, embodying the best of East and West. In her early twenties, 5'8", with delicate features and alluring eyes that held a wild charm, she had countless wealthy admirers.
Her appearance fee never fell below $300,000, yet soone of her caliber would co to Adrian's room with just one call from Jas.
As a rising star in the art world, she'd attended the Tokyo summit. During the lunch break, she'd made subtle attempts to pass her number to Jas.
Adrian gave Jas a cold look and walked away.
Jas imdiately recognized his mistake, fell silent, and quietly left the room.
Early the next morning, Adrian cancelled his remaining commitnts, delegating the summit agreents and affairs to Jas, and returned to N City with Thomas and Daniel. The eight-hour flight from Tokyo ant it was already dark when they landed.
It was then that the driver received Jas's instruction to pick up Christine.
The driver, not daring to assu, lowered the partition to seek Adrian's approval. The man in the back seat, his face obscured, gave a slight nod of consent.
Christine didn't know that Adrian rarely allowed won in his car - anwhile, Jas hadn't made the sa mistake twice as his personal assistant.
Tonight's exception could be attributed to one thing:
He wanted her in the car.
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I wonder why there's a 1,000-word minimum requirent for posting...
So let ramble a bit here: This story isn't just about the steamy scenes - it also explores the emotional journey and relationship developnt between our main characters.
It won't be super long or overly sad. I'm planning around 200 chapters, so you can enjoy it without worrying about endless drama! ~
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