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“Thanks…”
Alright, let’s see…
I balance the tray on one of my forearms as I knock on the door.
Silence.
I knock again but no reply. Sighing, I open the door.
“Adriana, may I come inside? I’ve brought dinner.”
“I’m not hungry,”
she replies quietly.
But she didn’t say I can’t come inside…
I push open the door, freezing when I see her lying on her stomach, staring out of the window in nothing but her panties that don’t even cover much of her peach.
Fuck, now what do I do?
I look away and clear my throat.
“I’ve brought pizza,”
I say walking to the bedside table and placing the tray down on it. Picking up the lamp, I place it on the ground and switch it on. I slide the tray back, glancing at her once again.
I turn away again.
Should I ask if she wants a gown or anything? Just knowing she’s behind me naked is messing with my head and more.
I return to the hallway and pick up the second tray and, carrying it inside, I put it on her desk before I finally go back for the flowers. This time I lock the door after me, not wanting anyone to just walk in on her naked.
Why does she even have the door unlocked?
“Adriana?”
I look at the woman on the bed, trying to keep my eyes on her back, but I’m unable to stop myself from checking her out, my gaze lingering on her ass.
I throb in my pants and look away quickly, placing the large bouquet on the bed beside her, covering some of her behind with it, before I sit on the bed.
“you need to cat because I don’t plan to leave until you’ve eaten,”
I try again.
She still doesn’t move, and I tilt my head.
“Unless that is what you want. You know if you want me to stay you could just say that,”
I tease instead, hoping that gets a reaction from her.
Still nothing.
I stare at her face, my smiling fading. I sigh quietly. Picking up the bouquet, I place it on the floor.
Lifting the top bed sheet, I get under it, folding the sheet over her body. She tenses but doesn’t jump away, even when I slip my arm under her head and pull her body against mine.
IIer heartbeat picks up and I gently kiss her shoulder, the thin bed sheet a barrier between us.
“I’m truly sorry for your loss,”
I say quietly, holding her tightly. Hoping if not me, then the mate bond at least brings her some solace. I make sure my arms touch her bare skin, giving her that skin-to-skin contact.
She doesn’t reply, but her hand moves, and to my surprise, she places it on top of mine and gives my hand a gentle squeeze as she holds my arm tighter against her waist. Understanding what she wants, I tighten my hold on her, trying to calm the storm of emotions that course through me.
I rub her arm gently, burying my head in her neck, her seductive scent filling my senses and I almost expect her to push me away when she suddenly turns in my arms, pushing me onto my back and climbing on top of me.
My eyes widen as I’m met with a full-on view of her ravishing, firm, round, supple breasts. I swallow, hardening in my pants at the sight. The bedsheet is still tangled around her waist as she grabs my wrists, pinning them to the bed. My eyes flash as I now look up into those beautiful ones of hers, my heart clenching when I notice how red and puffy they are.
“What the hell do you want, Payne?”
I become serious as I tug free from her hold, reminding her silently I’m stronger, and comb my fingers through her hair tenderly. “You.”
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ADRIANA
My heart skips a beat as he whispers that one word in his sexy, deep voice. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. One moment I’m drowning in pain and sorrow and the next second I feel numb and hollow. I don’t know how to feel, and I just want to feel something.
Anything.
I bend down, ready to kiss him when he cups my face, his thumb caressing my cheek as he holds me firmly inches from his face.
“For you to eat, to take care of yourself, and to let me be there for you.”
Well, so much for wanting me.
I scoff as I push away from him, feeling his rejection burn into me like hot welts. His mixed reactions confuse me, and the reminder is only fuelling the anger that is festering inside of me.
“You are a dick,”
I mutter as I walk over to my desk and pick up my dark blue floral satin kimono gown from my chair and wrap it around my waist and tie it.
The smell of the pizza and parmo is making my mouth water. Not to mention the cocktails…
My stomach rumbles.
Fuck, I’m starved.
I turn, pausing when my attention falls to the large bouquet that’s on the ground beside the bed. It’s a stunning arrangement of flowers in dark pinks and purples.
It’s probably the most stunning bouquet I’ve seen… the kind you see the fancy bloggers and models have all over social media. “Did you get one of your staff or something to get you this bouquet?”
I ask as I look over at him.
He’s already standing, as he pours a glass of orange cordial from the jug into a glass. “You know, typical business attitude?”
Like hell he knows anything about flowers.
“I did, but I selected the flowers I wanted for it. I felt the colours and these flowers suit you.”
I raise an eyebrow as I look over at him, trying not to pay attention to the bulge in his pants. I had felt him harden beneath me, yet he still rejected me.
I scoff. “So, I’m supposed to believe you know about flowers?”
“I do,”
he says as he closes the gap between us and offers me the glass. “Mom made sure Linette and I took a class in flower arranging. She loved flowers. You haven’t seen the orchards of our pack. We have plenty of flowers.”
I nod, not knowing what else to say and instead take the glass, but I have no appetite as Ada’s face comes into my mind again. She was supposed to get better. I know Valerie told me there was nothing more they could do, but I didn’t really believe her, believing she’d recover in time.
“Come and eat,”
he says quietly as he walks back to the tray and places it on the carpeted floor beside the bouquet. Hesitating for a moment, I give in and walk over to him, sitting down.
I stare down at the incredibly delicious-looking pizza. He’s even unboxed everything and made it look like all five classes. I’m assuming he arranged it anyway, as no one else in this pack would do something like this.
The pizza is on a round wooden tray, the chunky chips that are sprinkled with spice are set in a basket and the chicken parmo is cut into small squares and set on a rectangle platter. Beside the food is a side of salad and a set of three dipping sauces on a small tray.
“Did you arrange the food like this?”
I ask.
“Why do you ask?”
“It’s so extra,”
I say as I look back at the pizza. He raises an eyebrow.
“There’s no plates or even cutlery, save the forks…”
he says, sounding a little confused.
I can’t help but smile. “You’re cute.”
He tilts his head, as if unsure what to say to that.
And sexy.
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