Chapter 361 Fairy Tale
I was so slow on the uptake; it never even crossed my mind to link Adam and Ryan together.
I shot Adam a look and said, "Ryan's little bro, huh? I wonder backstabbing girlfriends runs in the fam." I circled him, shaking my head like he was a lost cause.
Adam's face went beet red. He scratched his head, trying to get some words out, but all he managed was a bunch of stammering. He kept saying he wasn't like Ryan, that he'd never do something like that.
Usually, Adam'd got a sharp tongue, but now? Dude was speechless. Hilarious!
I leaned in and said, "Spill it. Why you asking about Amelia? And don't even think about lying, or there'll be hell to pay."
Adam paused, dropping his usual chill vibe and getting all serious. "Amelia's got bad taste; she even fell for a jerk like Ryan. I just don't want her getting hurt and wanna save her."
"Really? No hidden agenda?" I raised an eyebrow, not buying it.
"Really. No other motives." Adam nodded like he meant it.
"So why's your face all red then?" I shot back.
Adam's face got even redder.
I headed back to the private room; a bunch of students were already wasted.
"Tired?" Brad grabbed my hand under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.
His breath was warm, with a hint of booze, and his eyes were all soft and loving.
"Yeah, kinda sleepy." I yawned, not even trying to hide it.
Brad said, "We'll bounce soon. You can crash on my shoulder for a bit."
I leaned on him. His shoulder was broad and his scent was so comforting.
I'd been up and running since before six in the morning, so yeah, I was beat, but not totally out of it.
But Brad's shoulder was just too comfy. Whether I could sleep or not, I decided to just chill there for a while.
Lunch finally wrapped up. The students who tagged along had no classes in the afternoon, so they went off to do their own thing.
Brad and I stood at the restaurant entrance, seeing everyone off. He suddenly leaned in, wrapped his arm around my waist, and whispered something in a husky, seductive voice that made me blush, "Baby, I want a kiss."
Oh great, Brad was drunk again!
I said, "Sweetie, we're outside. Let's save the kissing for when we get home."
"No, I want a kiss now." Brad, acting like a spoiled kid, twisted his body and puckered up.
In the middle of bustling downtown Regalia, making out was a no-go. I quickly pushed his head away with both hands.
After a lot of effort to calm Brad down, I finally called a cab. It took a ton of energy to get him into the car, then out again, and finally into the house. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the back of the sofa, panting like a dog.
Meanwhile, my boyfriend Brad, apart from constantly puckering up for kisses, was surprisingly cooperative the whole time.
Brad said, "Baby, I want a kiss, a real kiss."
Before I could even react, Brad's big hands cupped my face, and he leaned in, kissing and sniffing all over. "Where's your mouth? I can't find your mouth," he grumbled.
Here we went again! I was too wiped out to dodge, so I just got caught in his embrace as he kissed me like there was no tomorrow.
"To the room, for sleep," he mumbled. The nearly six-foot-tall, muscular Brad, with his drunken, hazy eyes, effortlessly scooped me up and carried me to the master bedroom.
For a second, I thought his steps were surprisingly steady for someone so hammered.
Then I was tossed onto the bed, and the smell of alcohol-laden kisses washed over me. A long, slender hand slipped under my sweatshirt.
"Baby, I really wanna make love to you," he whispered hoarsely in my ear, each word dripping with temptation, making me shiver with a mix of happiness and nerves.
"Can I? Baby, say yes. Say you wanna make love to me too; say it," Brad's husky voice sent shivers down my spine, his hot breath against my neck giving me goosebumps.
That feeling of anticipation and emptiness was seriously captivating.
I tried to ignore the weird sensation from Brad's touch and asked myself, 'Do I wanna make love to Brad? Do I? Saying no would leave me feeling hollow and restless, a gaping emptiness I long to fill. But saying yes... the thought of it makes me shrink back, too embarrassed to even utter the word aloud. I'm also scared. The pain of the first time makes me hesitant to try again.'
As I was wrestling with this, I noticed Brad's breathing on my shoulder had become even. Looking closely, I saw that Brad, with one hand still inside my shirt, had fallen asleep on top of me.
He got me all worked up, and then he just passed out!
I was both embarrassed and pissed, struggling to get out from under him. With him pressing down on me, it was really hard to breathe.
Just as I was about to succeed, Brad's arm tightened around me, and he mumbled, "Baby, don't fuss. Sleep."
So frustrating! In the end, I was so mad at Brad that I also fell asleep.
I woke up halfway through the night, feeling hot, and realized the sky had turned completely dark.
The bedroom lights were off, and the faint glow from outside made the room feel cozy and lived-in.
Turning my head, Brad's handsome face was right in front of me, giving me a sense of peace.
I pulled off the blanket that had somehow wrapped around me, got out of bed, and went to the window.
It was snowing! The snow-covered night in Regalia was as beautiful as a fairy tale.
From the bed, Brad mumbled something about a hug, turned over, and habitually reached out for me.
I smiled and, with a cool touch, crawled back into bed, nestled myself into Brad's embrace, closed my eyes, and drifted back into a sweet slumber.
The next morning, I woke up feeling the tip of my nose and ears were cold.
I suddenly remembered the snowfall last night, which must have caused the temperature to drop.
We hadn't turned on the heater at night, so the house was definitely cold.
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