The Assistant(128)

“Adrian.” I gasped as his lips brushed against the soft spot underneath my ear.

A throaty groan sounded from him, followed by a disgusted groan, which caused me to push him off completely.

“When you two get married and visit mom and dad’s place, I want none of this happening every time we leave you two alone for more than 5 minutes.”

“Cock block,” Adrian grumbled, sending a toxic glare in Blake’s direction.

“That’s what I’m here for!” Blake replied in a sing-song voice.

“Is there a reason for your rude interruption?” Adrian asked with an impatient look.

“Yes,” Blake replied, his easy smile quickly replaced by a look of unease. “Emily, Rita called Amy and practically begged her to have 5 minutes on the phone with you. Amy’s telling her off now but she told me to come and deliver this news while she was still in queen bitch mode.”

I stiffened from beneath Adrian – who instantly pulled me into his arms for comfort – once Rita’s name was mentioned. “What… What did she say she wanted?”

“She wants to explain the reason behind why she…” Blake trailed off. He knew he didn’t have to continue.

“Tell Amy to tell her to f*ck off,” Adrian snapped, growing angry at the mention of Rita. ”We already locked up one * – I won’t hesitate to ‘accidentally’ drop her name around the prosecution of the case either.”

“Adrian, calm down,” I murmured, running my hands through his hair gently. He instantly relaxed from my touch; but I could still feel him tensing from the current topic. I sighed before turning back to Blake. “Thanks for letting me know. Just tell Amy to tell her that I do not want to speak to her. What she did was unforgivable.”

Blake nodded in understanding before walking back in the direction he came, while Adrian let out a low growl. “What the f*ck does that stupid bitc-”

“Hey! Just because she did that doesn’t give you the right to call her names behind her back,” I scolded, giving him a warning look.

Adrian turned to face me fully with a look of disbelief. “Are you kidding me right now? Emily, the girl practically wrapped you up and gave you to David Walter to be his sex slave! And you’re defending her right now?!”

“I’m not defending her! What she did was wrong and inexcusable. I’m just saying that you shouldn’t call her names behind her back…” I trailed off as I felt my cheeks begin to heat up in embarrassment from how stupid I sounded; even to myself.

Adrian, on the other hand, instantly dropped his angry glare and replaced it with an all too familiar glazed smile before he pulled me in for a long kiss on the lips. “I love you, whale.”

My smile instantly transfigured into an annoyed glare as I pushed him off me. “Idiot.” I scowled.

“’I love you too, Adrian. Your wit and charm and god-sent good looks are what get me through each day without’-”

I rolled my eyes and tried to fight the grin that was fighting its way onto my lips. “Do us all a favour and shut up.” I laughed.

Adrian snapped his mouth shut and turned to face me fully again with an eyebrow raised. “Oh really?”

I didn’t have time to react before he held me down by my waist and dug his fingers into the side of my ribs and began to tickle me; causing me to go into a full-fledged laughing fit.


“She looks and sounds like a whale now. What am I planning to marry?” Adrian asked no one in particular with a mock horrified expression on his face.

My laughing instantly died down and I glared at his smirking face before throwing a bunch of sand at him; using the brief distraction as my getaway.

“You’re asking for it now, Shortcake.” Adrian warned from behind me. I laughed and continued running, well aware of the fact that he was coming up close. Before I was able to get any farther away, his familiar pair of solid arms wrapped themselves around my waist and entrapped me in an embrace I couldn’t wriggle out of.

“Let me go!” I laughed, trying to smack his arms away.

“Say it first,” Adrian replied.

“No.” I grinned, casting him a sidelong glance.

“Well, good luck escaping my arms then.” Adrian shrugged before resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Fine,” I said with fake exasperation. “I love you Dave Franco. Whoops! That was a slip-up!” I gasped with wide eyes, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

Adrian glared down at me before spinning me around and picking me up so that I was straddling his hips. “Yep, definitely not letting you go now.”

“Dammit,” I mumbled, before letting another cheesy grin escape.

Chapter Thirty

“I don’t believe that’s the proper way to go about it, Mr. Kingston.”

“Let me tell you something. The stocks right now are lower than they have been for a while. If you believe that your ‘cutting down’ method is going to help this company, leave and never come back,” Adrian announced impatiently, giving the man an annoyed glare.

“S-Sorry sir, it won’t be brought up again.”

“Good. Now are there any useful suggestions?” Adrian asked with an annoyed look around the conference table.

I took a sip of coffee before speaking up. “Why don’t we just increase our marketing on the hotels we’re losing consumers in? That way we’re increasing the attention in the struggling areas of the company and not losing as much money by spending on areas where it isn’t needed.”