Adlan Anger has always been the foundation of my existence. It was my default state, the only emotion I truly understood. It lived in my chest, tightening like a steel vice, coiling in my throat, clenching my fists. I could be a god in those moments if I wanted—Hades in his wrath, Zeus in his fury, Thor wielding his power with reckless abandon. The rage gave me strength, made me untouchable, made me a force that even I feared but I didn’t want to be that man with her. I wanted to be different. Better. I wanted to be gentle with her. I wanted to touch her like she was something sacred, something irreplaceable and right now, God help me. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything in my entire life. She lay beneath me, her body arching into my touch, her breath coming in shallow, needy gasps. Her skin was hot, burning under my lips as I kissed my way down her neck. I nipped at her pulse, savoring the way she trembled against me. A soft moan escaped her lips, and it nearly
Laura The cafe was alive with noise—murmured conversations, the hiss of an espresso machine, the clatter of silverware against ceramic plates but despite the bustle, I had chosen a quiet corner, tucked away from the world, my little island of solitude. A cup of milk tea sat in front of me, steam curling into the air, alongside a cinnamon roll drenched in raspberry pudding. Normally, I would have savored the rich, warm flavors, but today, my mind was elsewhere. I stared out the window, watching the blur of pedestrians pass by, my fingers absently toying with the paper straw in my drink. "My life can't be real." The words slipped from my lips, barely above a whisper, but the weight of them pressed heavily on my chest. I hadn't heard from Adlan since last night. The realization gnawed at me, turning my stomach into knots. I told myself I wasn't going to call him either. I told myself I had too much pride for that but deep down, I knew it wasn't pride keeping me from reaching out.
Laura A raw, rough cry tore from my throat before I even realized it had come from me. My knees hit the ground, but the pain was nothing compared to the sheer terror clawing at my chest. Hands grabbed at me, trying to pull me to my feet, but I shoved past them, my entire focus locked on the ambulance ahead. "Christian." I needed to get to him. I had to get to him. "Hold on, ma'am, only one family member is allowed," a paramedic said, stepping in front of me, his arm raised like a barrier between me and my brother. "I'm his sister!" I screamed, my voice hoarse, my vision blurred with tears. He frowned, glancing toward the ambulance where a blonde girl sat, her expression unreadable. "Do you know this woman?" he asked her. I turned my gaze to her, waiting for confirmation, waiting for her to say yes, that's his sister, waiting for her to grant me access to my own brother but she shook her head. No. The word felt like a gunshot to the chest. My breath caught, my fingers curlin
Adlan I stared at her for a long moment, my mind struggling to process the emotions surging through me. Her eyes were swollen, red-rimmed with exhaustion, and though she tried to mask it, I could see the fear lingering there. That was when I realized, I had come here furious. I must have looked intimidating as hell, especially after last night. I took a slow breath, forcing my features into a calm mask, willing my anger to settle beneath the surface. "What are you doing here?" We spoke at the same time, our voices colliding in the thick, sterile air between us. I motioned for her to go first. She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, a passerby jostled her shoulder. The interruption made me realize we were standing in the middle of the hospital entrance, blocking the flow of traffic. I didn't move right away. Instead, I glared at the man, silently daring him to bump into her again. Then, without a word, I placed my hand on her back and guided her to the waiting area.
Laura I didn't know what I expected Adlan's father to look like, but it certainly wasn't this. The man lying in the middle of the oversized bed, round and soft-looking, was a far cry from the monster I had envisioned. I peeked around the lavish room, taking in its sheer size, the expensive furnishings, the private hospital suite that probably cost more than an entire year's rent. It wasn't the first time I wondered just how rich Adlan truly was. I lingered slightly behind him, my fingers brushing the fabric of his suit jacket as I observed the silent war raging between the father and son. Adlan's jaw locked, his entire body radiating tension. His shoulders were stiff, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides but it was his eyes that betrayed the true depth of his fury—Burning. Unforgiving. His father, however, had a completely different energy, one that almost mocked the hostility in the room. "Adlan! My favorite son, you came!" His father's voice boomed through the sui
Laura I stood before the mirror, adjusting my dress, trying to focus on the preparations for tonight but my mind kept slipping back. Back to the car ride, back to what he did to me, back to the way I fell apart beneath his touch. 4 hours earlier The car ride was tense, thick with unspoken words. The weight of what had happened between us, what almost did happen lingered in the air like a storm waiting to break. I didn't regret choosing Adlan. Not for a second. Not even with his anger, his self-loathing, his resistance to believing he was worthy of me. If given the chance, I'd choose him again. Again and again and again but he sat rigid in his seat, gripping the steering wheel too tightly, his jaw clenched, his posture screaming frustration. I reached out, resting my hand on his thigh. "I don't regret picking you." He didn't turn to me and didn't react at first but his lips quirked up slightly to show that he'd heard me. I squeezed his leg before I continued. "But I don't want y
Adlan I paced the length of my living room, rubbing a hand over my jaw, my mind running in circles. Tonight had to be perfect. Laura thought this would be a continuation of what happened in the car; more teasing, more pleasure, more of my hands on her body. She was wrong because tonight wasn’t about that. Tonight, I needed to show her that I wasn’t just here for her body. That I wanted her mind, heart, soul. Everything she had to offer, I wanted it all. I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt, my nerves getting the best of me for the first time in years. I had planned billion-dollar deals with less tension than I was feeling now. “Jesus Christ, man. Sit down,” Jordan muttered from where he lounged on my couch, stretching out like he had no care in the world. “I swear, I’ve never seen you like this over a woman before.” I shot him a glare. “You don’t understand. She’s… different.” I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. “She’s special.” Then he laughed. Jordan Hale. My best f
Adlan I watched Laura's side profile, mesmerized by the way the soft glow of the dashboard lights kissed her skin. I thought I knew her but she had a way of constantly surprising me. I expected her to be hesitant behind the wheel, maybe even a little nervous. Instead, she drove like she had been waiting her entire life for this moment, speeding down the empty road with wild exhilaration, gripping the steering wheel like she was born for it. At one point, she even drifted slightly, sending the tires screeching against the pavement, and I had to remind her to slow the hell down. She ignored me and somehow, I didn't mind because she looked happy—so purely, genuinely happy, and for a second, I was worried that the other surprises I had planned wouldn't match this feeling but if this was the only thing that made her happy tonight, I wouldn't change a thing. She jolted me out of my thoughts with a curious glance. "Where are we going?" I smirked, shaking my head. "You'll see. It's a su
LauraI knew something was wrong the moment the group of teenage girls at table 13 started whispering and staring at me.At first, I thought I had something stuck in my teeth or maybe a stain on my shirt but then they called me over again, and this time just to ask if their hot chocolate was supposed to be brown.I stared at them, unimpressed. “It’s called hot chocolate for a reason,” I muttered under my breath as I walked away.“Hey, Peter!” I hissed, waving frantically for him to come over.He spotted me crouching behind the counter and laughed, clearly amused by my antics. Of course he was. He wasn’t the one being silently stalked by a bunch of teenagers.He squatted beside me, brows furrowed in concern. “You okay?”“No,” I whispered. “Can you please take table 13? They won’t stop staring at me, and it’s creeping me out.”He glanced over, then winced. “Oh… yeah, I see it now.”“Exactly!” I exhaled in frustration. “What’s their deal?”Peter smirked like he knew something I didn’t. “
LauraA soft hum left my lips as I stretched out on the bed, my limbs tangled in the silk sheets. A heavy weight pressed against my stomach, grounding me, possessing me even in sleep. I cracked one eye open, finding the source of that warmth. Adlan’s arm slung over my waist, holding me close as if he had no intention of letting me go.A lazy smile curled on my lips as I tilted my head, meeting his piercing gaze already locked onto me. His dark eyes burned with something indistinct yet deeply familiar like he was memorizing every inch of me in the morning light.“Not going to work today?” I murmured, my voice still laced with sleep.He sat up slightly, shaking his head, causing his tousled hair to fall in different directions. Sexy bastard. “No, but we can have breakfast together?”I pouted, loosening my grip on the sheets just enough for them to slip down, exposing one plump breast. His gaze dropped, his jaw tightening as he visibly struggled to look anywhere else.I smirked. “Stil
LauraAdlan’s voice was low and commanding, the rough edge of it sending shivers down my spine. “Now crawl. Get on the bed. Face down.”A small smile played on my lips as I looked up at him, my heartbeat pounding in anticipation. “You want me to crawl?”His fingers brushed against my jaw, his touch deceptively gentle despite the hunger burning in his eyes. “And I want to watch.”A breath hitched in my throat as I obeyed, sinking to my hands and knees. The heat of his gaze traced every inch of me as I moved past him, my body aching with anticipation. I climbed onto the bed, my palms pressing into the cool sheets, my back arching slightly as I positioned myself exactly how he wanted me.I could hear the rustle of fabric behind me, the sharp intake of his breath as he watched me spread my ass out before him. His large hands found my hips, his fingers kneading possessively. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “So perfect. So mine!”A shiver ran through me as his lips
LauraThe details were hazy, lost in a blur of heat and desperation, but somehow, we managed to leave the club and make it home. How we hadn’t crashed along the way would forever remain a mystery, especially with Adlan’s hand resting high on my thigh, his fingers drawing lazy circles that sent shivers through my entire body.The moment we stepped inside, I barely had a second to catch my breath before his lips crashed into mine, urgent and unrelenting. He tasted like whiskey and temptation, his hands possessive as they roamed over my body, pulling me closer, and anchoring me to him.We took the stairs, kissing while our tongues and teeth clashed. I drew back for air and mumbled, "Bedroom." His response was a hand tangled in my hair. His fingers pulled me, and I crashed back to him to slate our mouths together. His lips moved urgently against mine with need while his other hand found my ass, squeezing and pulling me roughly against him.My hand traced his jawline, feeling the stubble
Laura Adlan agreed without hesitation, and soon we were dressed and on our way. My heart pounded with anticipation, not just for the night ahead but for the truth I hoped to uncover. The club was unlike anything I had ever seen. The parking lot alone screamed luxury, with cars so expensive they could buy out my entire apartment building. The valets were dressed in sleek black suits, moving with an efficiency that suggested their tips alone could pay my rent for a year and this was where Adlan had believed I belonged? That I had waltzed into this world without missing a step? The thought was almost laughable. I smoothed my midnight-blue dress—a shimmering fabric that clung to my curves, the hem barely skimming past my ass. Adlan had tried giving me his jacket before we left, but I refused. I liked the way his eyes darkened every time I moved. The door opened, and a strong hand reached out. I placed mine in it and stepped out, offering Adlan a soft smile. I loved how he always behav
LauraI was in the kitchen when I heard the front door open. My heart leaped, expecting to see Adlan, but instead, a tiny old woman stood in the doorway, clutching a handbag that was half her size.I hesitated for a second before recognition set in. “Hello… Sorry, I didn’t get your name last time.”The last time she was here, I had been too nervous waiting for Adlan to return that I holed myself up in his room, hoping I didn’t come across as rude.But judging by the sharp glint in her eyes, she didn’t seem like someone who cared whether I knew her name or not. She carried herself with an air of authority, completely at home in the space.Without answering me, she strode inside with confidence, heading straight for the kitchen like she had been here a thousand times before.“I’m Mrs. Carlos,” she finally said, her thick Spanish accent curling around her words. “Lanny must have been too busy that night to mention me, hmm?”I blinked. “Lanny?”She turned, raising a brow at my confusion.
LauraI needed to work.If I had to be forced to rest one more time, I was going to scream. Adlan hadn't been happy about it, of course. He said I hadn't recovered enough, that I was pushing myself too hard but what was I supposed to do? Sit around and think?Thinking was dangerous.So, I went back to the diner, and to my absolute amusement, Rick spent the entire day avoiding me. Usually, it was the other way around. I made a mental note to ask Adlan what exactly he had threatened him with.Peter had been sweet, immediately wrapping me in a bear hug and telling me to sit while he took my tables. Even Andrew had gone out of his way. He got me lunch from a Chinese restaurant and even offered to cover a delivery for me.It was weird but I wasn't complaining.The kindness was a blessing because I spent the entire shift floating in and out of my own head. Adlan. Obsidian. John Hamilton. Their names looped through my mind like a haunting melody. The last one made my skin crawl.He was
LauraI returned to my apartment with a single goal in mind, to pack my things and leave.I wasn’t abandoning the place. I would still keep it… just in case things didn’t work out but deep down, I knew I wasn’t coming back.Adlan had given me no choice. Not really.He had insisted. Pushed. Demanded and for the first time in a long time, I wanted to be taken care of. I was exhausted mentally, emotionally, physically and maybe, just this once, I could let someone else hold me up.As I climbed the stairs, I nearly collided with Lara, occasional friend, and a walking ball of unfiltered energy.She gasped dramatically when she saw me. “Oh my goodness! I haven’t seen you in forever! What happened to you?!”Before I could react, her eyes swept over me, freezing when they landed on the bandages around my wrist.Her expression morphed into sheer horror. “Oh my God! Was it a man? Did your boyfriend do this to you? I’ll help you sue him!”The words shot out of her mouth like bullets.I blinked,
AdlanI drove Laura to my apartment, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. There was no way I was letting her go back home alone, not when her brother was off, doing God knows what. Either she moved in with me, or I moved in with her, there were no two ways about it.When I pulled up in front of my building, I watched her reaction closely.She glanced at the sleek, towering structure before turning to me with amusement dancing in her eyes. “Really?”I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “I wasn’t going to let you stay home alone.”She laughed, the sound light and sweet, like music I never wanted to stop hearing.“Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t do this sooner,” she teased.I arched a brow. “Did you want me to?”Her cheeks pinkened, and she quickly looked away.I smirked. “You like me being a caveman? Good to know.”She ignored me, stepping out of the car before I could circle around to open the door for her.I sighed.I was never going to break her out of