Chapter 40 Chapter Fourty
CANDY’S POV
“Is that all you’re coming with?” Adrian Cunsulo asks as I drag my tired ass out the entrance of my apartment building, my cute, mini suitcase in one hand , my overflowing carry on in the other.
I probably look as crazy as I feel right now but it’d come between that and losing my mind completely and I’d chosen the lesser evil.
“Yeah.” I answer, offering him a small smile as he gets off his purring jaguar to take my bags from me.
I’m not sure where we’re going because I was only half listening when he was furiously rattling the details off to me yesterday but I know it’s away from here and for two whole days. All I heard was two days of getting as far away from Nikandr as I possibly can without looking like a pussy and I didn’t need to be invited twice to take it.
It’s been a week since the night he watched me bring myself to a mind numbing orgasm to thoughts of him, begging and moaning his name in my bathroom like a needy little bitch while he feasted his eyes and it’s been radio silence ever since.
At first I thought that was what I wanted. I couldn’t bear the thought of him mentioning it or getting smug over the fact that I can’t keep my horny from my hate hence my gratitude but even that morphed into pure torture by the time the second day was over. I’d wanted him to say something, anything- accuse me, insult me, jolt me from the grasp of my insanity so I can vent and get it out of my system, so I know he cares even one bit but all I got was nothing.
To cope, I threw myself into work, blocking out everything else- my parents, Peach, him. Anything that wasn’t Adrian and his incessant meetings and projects that have me on my feet from morning till evening haven’t been allowed into my head space and somewhere in the middle of it, this offer came along and there’s been nothing with more impeccable timing than it.
Climbing into the car, I slip on my headphone and put on my favourite playlist while waiting for Adrian to join me.
It’s a couple minutes before his door opens and he climbs in behind the wheel, his nice cologne tickling my nose. I’ll give it to him, he always smells as good as he looks and if we didn’t get off on the wrong foot when he employed me, we’ll be friends for that reason alone.
I love men that put in an effort to look good and smell even better.
A certain someone who fits the description starts to creep into my mind but I shut it down immediately. Not again.
Adrian doesn’t start steering us away from my block immediately like I anticipated and after a few stretchy seconds, I pry my eyes open lazily to find out why, my brows scrunched in question.
I find him already looking at me, his eyes darting between the headphone blocking him out and my face.
Sighing, I reach up and pull his problem off my ears, turning off my music when he doesn’t stop glowering.
“Are you good?” He asks, looking all serious like my answer has any effect on this trip.
“I was before I had to take off my music.” I mutter, my lips forming a pout.
He nods, a small smile gracing his face. Instead of the sarcasm that’s his signature response now that he’s given up bullying me, he reaches behind him, pulls a bag from the back seat and dumps it in my lap. I glare at the bag like I would an alien with double heads before I realize what it actually is, my mouth dropping open.
There’s no way he went out of his way to get me this, he wouldn’t......
“Throw it out if you don’t want it, I just figured you could use one after the week you’ve had.” He says finally when I don’t say anything, not looking at me.
A wide smile involuntarily takes over my face, stretching from ear to ear as I rip the bag open to reveal my favourite tub of ice-cream sitting pretty inside waiting for me. I didn’t even think to get one myself but he did.
These days, I keep trying to remind myself why I hate him but he’s making it impossible at every turn with things like this.
If he wasn’t behind the wheels and I didn’t still have my hang ups about this new found, non hostile relationship we’ve recently just found, I swear I’d kiss him smack dab on the lips right now.
What.......fuck it.
Leaning over, I brush my lips softly against his clean shaved cheek before I can talk myself out of it. I need to distract myself with something and I’d rather have my head going crazy over my kissing my boss on the cheek than on the fact that Nikandr watched me cum for him in my tub and haven’t said anything ever since.
“Thank you.” I whisper softly when his eyes fly briefly to mine before falling back into my seat with a thud and digging into my ice cream.
I hum like a child as I devour the creamy goodness, not oblivious of the tension suddenly filling up every space in the car but intentionally ignoring it.
Low key, I didn’t expect much of a reaction from him at my daring stunt besides silence and maybe irritation but there's none of that. In it’s place though, I can feel a palpable shift in the air that I have no idea what to do with.
He keeps stealing glances at me, I can feel it but I can’t tell what he’s thinking because I’ve refused to look at him.
We get to the airport in time to check in for our flight and board and all the while, Adrian says nothing. I try to brush it off but his unusual silence start to follow in the same path of Nikandr’s and it’s just unnerving.
Guess I’m the queen of stupid at this point.
“I’m sorry about earlier.” I mumble as I take my seat beside him, my cheeks going red from embarrassment.
This time I meet his eyes and there’s this look in them that has me swallowing hard. I can’t for the life of me decipher it but it has me on edge.
“What?” He asks.
“I shouldn’t have done that.” I say quickly, regret engulfing me like flames.
“I’m........”
“Say sorry one more time, I dare you.” He rumbles softly, all serious, his eyes shining with the threat and holding mine hostage.
“Go on, apologize one more time and I promise I’ll forget every reason I’ve been holding back and kiss you the way I’ve been wanting to until you’re begging me to stop.”