7. OFF TO NEWYORK

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In a flash, his hand cupped my ass and he picked me up before sitting me down on the vanity. He parted my legs with his hands and stood in between them.

I tugged at his lip with my teeth before sucking on it. He groaned in my mouth and took my bottom lip between his. A sudden jolt of current passed through my body and I wrapped my legs around his hips.

I cupped his face and deepened the kiss which felt urgent, desperate and passionate. He took my hands and intertwined our fingers before pushing them backwards on the mirror.

I moaned and he dived his tongue in my mouth. His tongue caressed mine and my brain went in a frenzy. I thrust my hips forward and met his hard bulge.

His touch was igniting a fire that was seemingly growing with every thrust. Our tongues danced together and he devoured my mouth like a starved man.

My head hit the mirror lightly as he leaned forward until our chests were flushed against each other's.

The need to be breathe soon kicked in and I tried breaking the kiss but he wasn't ready to let go just yet. He took my lips between his teeth and pulled at them repeatedly until blood oozed out.

I hissed and moaned simultaneously, not knowing how to react.

"Fuck." he muttered as he pulled away and looked in my eyes.

His eyes were almost black and bottom lip swollen with my teeth marks.

He was calm, now. More than calm. His breathing was even and his posture was relaxed. His eyes roamed my face over and over as if memorising every single feature.

"Don't go." he whispered resting his forehead against mine.

"Wednesday. I'll be back on Wednesday." I replied.

My breathing was gradually returning to its original pace.

He slowly, almost painfully slow, released my hands. I immediately cupped his face and saw that the back of my hands had his fingerprints and were slightly red.

"It's alright. You're calm, now. All the anger is gone. Drained." I whispered as if I were walking to a child.

His eyes snapped to my swollen, bruised and red lips and his tongue poked out and swiped across my bloody lips one last time before he nodded his head.

My lips parted and I looked down, playing with my fingers. I could feel his intense gaze directed on me and a moment later he grabbed my chin between his thumb and forefinger and made me look up in his eyes.

"Thank you for doing this." he spoke in a hoarse voice and kissed my forehead.

Why was he angry? Its like a switch flipped inside of him as soon as I told him that I'm leaving for NYC.

"I'll leave you to pack and then I'll drop you off." he added after a while and left.

My heart skipped multiple beats, if that's even possible.

That's not. Otherwise I'd be dead but I felt something exactly like that.

I got off the table and just realised that I was only in my lingerie all this time.

I facepalmed and bent to take off my heels once again before walking inside the closet and changing into my black tights and grey oversized one off shoulder shirt.

I grabbed my small, already packed, suitcase and went downstairs where mom and dad were sitting and talking with Adrian.

"Where's Aless?" I asked.

"He went out with Chris." mom replied.

"Oh, alright. I'll see you guys in a few days then." I said and hugged mom and dad one by one.

"Be safe. I'm sending security with you this time." dad informed.

I nodded and mumbled 'okay' before turning to Adrian who was standing behind me.

"Let's go." I said and we walked out side by side.

"All the best for your performance, honey." mom shouted from behind and I threw her a quick smile over my shoulder before sliding in the car.

The ride was silent until we reached the airport and took a left where the jet was..

"Be safe. Call me if anything's wrong." Adrian whispered in my ear as he hugged me close to his body.

I nodded not wanting to leave his embrace so soon but he pulled away and kissed my forehead.

"Be back soon." he said and took a step back assessing me from head to toe.

I gulped and turned around. My heart felt heavy leaving him behind. He was never there to see me off or pick me up, maybe that's why I'm feeling extra sad.

***

I slept the whole flight off even the stewardess was giving me a wary look when I came out of the bedroom rubbing my eyes.

I ignored her.

It was morning when I reached New York and Liam and Talia were here to pick me up.

"We missed you." they announced seconds before attacking me in a hug.

"Me too." I replied with a big grin.

"Let's get you home then." Liam announced and dragged my suitcase towards his car.

***

"How much more time?" Liam groaned loudly.

"Your girl's taking her sweet time. I'm almost done." I shouted from my room.

"Shut up, bitch." Talia said rolling her eyes.

"You look hot." I commented.

She was wearing a short red sparkling dress which had a sweetheart neckline and reached just above her knees with her favourite open toe heels. Her hair were styled in beach waves and her lips were painted in a rose red shade.

"Thanks, babe. Not more than you though." she winked at me making me chuckle.

"I missed you two while I was there." I told as I felt sad about leaving once again.

"You won't believe this but, it was crazy without you. Crazy in a bad way." she replied with a frown.

"Well, now I'm here and we're gonna party as much as possible." I stated putting on my heels.

I was wearing a dusty rose colored dress which had embroidered body and  pearls embedded on the skirt of the dress, that reached till my upper thighs. I paired it with matching colored lace up heels while my hair were styled in loose curls.

The club we were performing at was the one owned by one of our college seniors. Liam was the male lead singer while Talia was the guitarist and background singer. The rest two guys were drummers.

We reached the club in ten minutes since it was near my apartment and went inside. The club was packed. Like really, really packed. I could see some familiar faces of our fellows sitting on the tables in groups.

"Hey." someone shouted drawing our attention to them.

Hunter Hayes. The owner.

"You ladies look lovely." he commented.

"Thank you." we both replied politely.

"You're up in fifteen." he announced before leaving.

We went inside a small room in the backstage and met Xavier and Ross who reached here almost ten minutes ago.

"Hey." I greeted them each with a brief hug.

"You ready?" Ross asked.

I nodded my head and we went ahead to perform.

***

You know I want you
It's not a secret I try to hide
But I can't have you
We're bound to break and my hands are tied

I finished and the crowd applauded in praise.

"Until next time." Liam's voice resonated through the mic before we went backstage.

We stayed for a few drinks and I was the first one to leave since I came here on my own car.

I opened the club door and the cold air sent a chill up my spine. I shivered and opened my clutch to take my car keys out when all of a sudden, I was lifted off the ground and into someone arms.

I gasped loudly and was about to scream when they spoke, "Ciao, tesoro."

My breath hitched as I finally saw his face and my eyes widened.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in confusion as my arms went around his neck.

"I came here to see you perform." he replied casually as we walked I'm a different direction.

"My... car." I whisper told him with a frown.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of that." he assured me.

"Put me down." I demanded.

"Where's the fun in that?" he asked and winked at me.

I blinked at him.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

"You're staring." he said looking ahead.

I gulped as I kept staring shamelessly at his side profile. His jaw was sharp enough to cut anything and his lashes, they were beautiful. Everytime he blinked, they caressed his high cheekbones tenderly.

I rested my head on his broad, muscular chest and closed my eyes.

"You sing really well." he commented as I heard a car door bring opened.

"Thank you, Adrian." I replied quietly.

He got in the backseat of his limo with me still held securely in his arms and told the driver to drive before closing the partition.

"You look beautiful, tesoro." he spoke huskily.

He twisted my body a little until I was straddling him and looked at me intensely. His hands were resting on my hips and our chests were almost touching.

I was unable to comprehend his actions and behavior and to say that I was psychologist.

I scoffed inwardly.

"Why are you doing this? There's no one here and I am not even your pretend girlfriend." I asked.

"Yet." he replied.

"Besides, I'm doing this so that you get used to it." he added.

I don't want to get used to this. It will hurt when you walk away, one day. I thought.

I stayed quiet and placed my head on his chest. He started to stroke my hair gently. He was wearing a navy blue button down shirt with black slacks and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.

"Why are you here?" I asked moving my head up to look at him.

A solemn look settled on his face as he gazed down at me with emotionless eyes.

"There's a threat lurking in the dark." he replied.

"I have security." I argued.

"I can't trust the security to protect you. I will stay here with you." he stated coldly.

"Who will manage stuff in Italy?" I whisper asked.

"Dad and of course zio Zanvil." he told.

"You really shouldn't have come here. I can take care of myself. I don't wish to be an obstacle between you and work. You literally left everything behind just to look after one person." I argued.

"And I will do it again in the blink of an eye even if it means travelling all the way to New York. Now, shut up." he said sternly.

"Were you at the club?" I asked.

He hummed in response.

"I didn't see you." I frowned.

"I was right there. In the VIP section." he told.

"Besides, when you sing, you're in a totally different world. Its not a surprise that you didn't notice me." he said with a small smile.

"You're right but even you know that that's not the reason." I said rolling my eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, tesoro. And what's the reason?" he warned and asked.

"I would have noticed you if you wanted to be noticed." I stated and rested my head back on his chest.

His chest reverberated with a chuckle as his hand came to stroke my hair once again. I was starting to feel sleepy, now.

"You're clever." he stated playfully.

"Mm hmm." I nodded.

The car came to a halt and Adrian asked me, "You didn't ask where we were going to?"

"Do I need to?" I retorted.

He looked at me in, what seemed to be, awe. But I could have been mistaken.

Maybe.

He picked me up like a baby and got out. I looked around to see my apartment building.

"You knew the address?" I asked incredulously.

He nodded. I wanted to ask how but I sensed that he didn't want to tell me more.

I gaped at him as he fished out my apartment keys from his pants' pocket and unlocked the door.

"In case of emergency." he stated as he looked at my horrified expressions.

He walked inside and stopped as he looked around the apartment.

"Exactly the way you like." he whispered with a small smile.

I hummed now closing my eyes. I was tired. I didn't get any rest ever since I landed here.

"The right one's mine." I mumbled in his chest as he climbed up the stairs.

He opened the door and closed it behind him using his right foot. He sat me on the bed and turned around to find something on my vanity.

I fell back on the bed with a soft thump and closed my eyes.

I heard the shuffling of a packet and Adrian dragged my body up to the sitting position before parting my legs and kneeling between them.

I fisted the sheets in my hands as my breathing picked up. His touch felt like fire and I wanted nothing more than to burn in it. To let it consume me till there was nothing but ashes left.

His face was even more beautiful up close. He had a lot of moles and his lashes, God, they were to die for.

He brought a make up removing wipe to my face and started dragging it down my cheek. I smiled as I saw the concentrated look on his face. There was a small frown on his forehead as he wiped my face gently.

My heart fluttered at his considerate actions.

Then he gave me my maroon colored silk top and shorts. My wardrobe was filled with silk and lace nightwear.

I changed into them lazily and brushed my teeth and washed my face afterwards. When I came out, I found him talking on the phone with someone.

Shirtless.

And in grey sweatpants.

His left arm was entirely covered in black ink. There was a red and black colored tattoo of a Wolf reaching out for a slightly tilted crown that had blood droplets falling from it and started from his waist and curved till his his lower back.

I swallowed harshly and moved my eyes to the bed.

I was starting to feel hot, all of a sudden so I gulped the water from the bottle placed on my nightstand.

His muscles were perfect. So. Damn. Perfect.

He disconnected the call as his eyes roamed my body leisurely. I slipped under the black and gold sheets and turned my back to him.

The top he gave me had lace around my breasts and you could easily see my nipples through them. Also the hem of the shorts was lace as well.

I felt the bed dip and a minute later, his hand snaked around my waist and turned me around. I gasped as I came face to face with his bare chest.

I blinked up at his face to find it void of any emotion yet his eyes told another story.

They were looking back at me with softness swirling in them.

He brought my hand up to his chest and I placed the other one on his abs. He picked my leg up with his foot and I laughed as he placed it between his.

"I'm getting comfortable. Don't laugh." he scolded playfully.

"Sure." I replied with a small chuckle.

He covered us with the sheets and wrapped one arm around my shoulders. The other picked my hand which was resting on his abs and intertwined our fingers before bringing it up to his heart.

He picked a lock of my hair and asked, "You curled your hair?"

I nodded.

"I like them straight." he said softly.

I buried my face in his chest and smiled. It wasn't just him telling me how he liked my hair. It was him demanding that they remained that way.

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