The Assistant(107)

“What? What happened? Is that pigeon back again?! I knew it’d be back.” Adrian shuddered as he reached our bedroom, and I momentarily forgot what I was going to tell him and gave him a look. “You know what, Shortcake? You weren’t there to see it happen. I feel it watching me all the time.” His eyes widened as his voice dropped to a low whisper, and I wacked him across the head.

“You’re an idiot! Telling off a pigeon and throwing a pebble at it – and missing, need I remind you – is not going to make a bird stalk you all the way back home and observe your every move, ready to strike.” I gave him a pointed look and he glared in response.

“You weren’t there,” he repeated stubbornly. “Anyway, why did you call me? I mean, you’ve already made it pretty clear that you don’t want me to get you pregnant, so I see no other reason for us to interact. Unless… are you finally letting me put a mini-me inside you?!” Adrian asked excitedly. I watched as his entire face lit up with a grinned, and I fought the urge to grin back at his hopeful expression.

Ever since we watched The Back-Up Plan together, Adrian has been begging for a child – which was ironic, considering the fact that he could barely stand the thought of holding one two months ago.

“Adrian. I’m not getting pregnant. We’re not even married!” I exclaimed.

“Fine. Marry me.” He shrugged.

“What?!” I shrieked with wide eyes.

“Ma-rry m-e,” he said slowly, smirking once he noticed my flat expression.

“You’re crazy,” I mumbled, shaking my head.

“Is that a yes? I have my grandmother’s ring is ready for us to-”

“What?!” I repeated in shock.


“What?” Adrian replied, giving me an innocent look.

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not,” I grumbled, glaring up at him.

“Of course I am,” he responded while wrapping an arm around my waist. “I can’t tell whether you’re rejecting the proposal of the man who loves you or not.”

“I am,” I answered.

“Why?” Adrian growled, frowning down at me. “We’ve been dating for over 6 months; we live with each other and are both in love with each other. What is there that’s stopping you?”

I sighed. “Can we not do this right now?” I asked tiredly.

Adrian kept his glare firm for a few moments before his expression softened. “Fine. I’ll do you in exchange.” He smirked.

I scowled before slapping his chest. “Shut up,” I mumbled, blushing slightly.

Adrian chuckled at my reaction before placing a soft kiss on my forehead. “So why did you call me over to you again?” he asked in amusement.

My original thought came back to my mind. “Oh yeah! David texted me the next location of those stupid ‘secret’ dinners he blackmails me with. It’s tomorrow night at the Chinese restaurant you hate.” I pouted before unlocking my iPhone and showing him the next message. David’s contact name was under ‘devil’ and Adrian laughed every time he saw it. Except for tonight.

“That’s it. I’m not taking his f*cking shit anymore. We’re doing my plan tomorrow night,” Adrian growled, snatching the phone out of my fingers and gripping onto it angrily as he looked over the blue bubble again.

I blinked in surprise before frowning slightly. “The plan you still haven’t told me about? I need to know it, Adrian! Or else, how am I supposed to know how to act?” I asked frantically, placing my free hand over the one he was gripping my phone in, in an attempt to calm him down.

Adrian shook his head before clenching his jaw. “No, you can’t know about it. You have to act normal the entire time. Don’t even think about it. He’ll get suspicious and know something is up.”

I frowned in thought before nodding in agreement. “You’re right. I’ll just act how I usually do. Say nothing but what I order and glare at him all night until it’s time to leave.”

Adrian chuckled before placing a lingering kiss on my lips. “I am so in love with you it hurts. Right here.” He pointed to his chest and pecked my cheek before smirking. “And here most of the time when you leave me hanging.” He pointed to his crotch area, and my eyes widened in shock as my face heated up.

“Adrian!” I exclaimed.

“What? It’s true! Anyway are you ready for that stupid meeting tomorrow?” Adrian asked as we began to make our way to the living room.

“Yes I am, and so would you be if you read everything I gave you! The company needs this, Adrian,” I reminded him. “Be nice.” He rolled his eyes at me but nodded. I considered that as a win and moved on to another concern. “What do you want for dinner?”

“I wouldn’t mind having you,” Adrian smirked before plopping himself onto the sofa.

“Ew. Cannibal.” I scrunched my face in disgust before breaking out into a grin at his shocked expression. “I told you to stop making that joke every time I ask you what you want to eat or I’ll think of something even more disgusting,” I reminded him, giving him a pointed look.

“That won’t stop me.” Adrian smirked again, quickly recovering.

I glared in his direction before opening up a cupboard. “I’m going to make pasta since you won’t answer me.”