Adam, Enough Said (This Can't be Happening) (29 page)

I sighed again.
“What do I say to him if he calls? As much as I want to tell him to go to hell, I also want to know that he's okay.”

I
nvestigator Spencer smiled. "If he calls, tell him you were attacked, tell him you’re scared. Make a play to his emotional side. Then, explain the mess he got you in and ask him to turn himself in. But, whatever you do, don’t let him guilt trip you in to doing anything irrational for him because you feel sorry for him. And if that’s not enough, I’m sure Bryant can coach you through what to say," he finished and I nodded, even though I didn't realize I was doing it.

“I’
m going to step out now.” He stood from his chair and walked to the door. “Just a little more time and I'll get you out of here.”

And with that, he walked out.
..

F
or
forty
fucking
minutes
.

I couldn't sit still any longer.

I
stood up, stretched my legs, and decided to walk to the door. I knew there was a camera in the room watching my every move, but I didn’t care. I grabbed the handle, just to check to see if it was unlocked, because I wanted out of there, so badly I could almost taste freedom. I turned the knob and, to my surprise, it clicked opened.

My heart picked up speed and
now I really did feel like a criminal, but truth be told, it was a little exhilarating. I wondered for a moment if I could make an escape. I pulled the door open further and there, standing in front of me with raised eyebrows to his hairline, was Investigator Spencer.

“Everything all right, Mrs. Bryant?”
he asked politely which had me narrowing my eyes on his face. I was so annoyed, frustrated and disappointed, I didn’t even bother correcting his use of the wrong last name again. Instead, I stepped outside the room and into the hallway.

“
No, everything is not all right. I’ve been here six flippin’ hours and I’m starving,” I snapped. “Do I need an attorney or something?  Because really, I feel like a criminal. I mean I could have had my cellmate’s name tattooed on my neck in Old English lettering for as long as I’ve been in here. At least my skin would have something to show for doing all this time, because my stomach sure as hell doesn’t.”

The investigator looked stunned for a moment
, and then he smiled.

I glared.

“Was that funny?” I asked, offended.

“Actually, it kinda was,
” he said, lips still tipped up and I growled. Men were idiots.

“Can I go now please? I’m really tired and I really don’t have anything else to tell you people.”

He raised his brows again. “That’s the second time you’ve said ‘you people’.”

I
responded on a long exhale. “Yes, you people. Cops. Detectives. Investigators. Whatever the fuck. You’re all arrogant, trouble-making, cocky, assholes who think the world revolves around you.”

His grin widened
when he pointed out, “You like cops, though.”

“See what I mean…jerk,”
I whispered to myself, and I watched him bite his lip, probably to keep from laughing. Then, I watched his eyes veer to the right and over my shoulder, but they came back to me, so fast I almost didn’t catch the movement.

“Mrs. Bryant, h
ere’s my card,” he said as he handed it to me.

I looked at it a second before snatching it out of his hand.

“It’s Dayes,” I mumbled, obviously to myself, because it seemed Officer Asshole never listened.

“
Don’t forget what I told you to do if Max calls, and if you need anything at all, or if you have information for me, please call me right away.”

“Can I just change my number
?” I asked. I let my eyes plead with him, but all he did was chuckle.

“No, Mia.
Max's trouble runs deeper than the department. We have an idea who he's involved with, and if we're right, it’s better if we get him to come in before he gets himself killed…if he hasn’t already.”

My body jerked at the image that put in my head
. This was unbelievable. “I have a bad feeling about this,” I whispered.

"
Look, don't worry about it, don't stress about it. Stay with Adam. He'll keep you safe. And I'm sure with a bite like yours, you can take care of yourself.”

I
felt winded by the strategically timed remark that felt like a sucker punch. I had a feeling it had been meant to take my mind off the bad, but the meaning behind it infuriated me.

That motherfucker!

Adam really did show people my bite mark. I was going to
beat his ass
!

Ugh!

And then I felt it, the change in energy, and I knew he was there. He’d probably been standing there the whole time. Of course he would have been.

H
e was Adam. Enough said.

But
I wasn’t going to let him get away with this.

I looked up into the grinning investigator
’s face and gave him a seductive smile in return. I took a step forward into his personal space and his grin fell flat. I lifted a hand to his neck and I watched as his body jerked. I traced my finger from his neck to his collar bone and purred, “You want my bite?”

“Mia
, quit fuckin’ around!” Adam shouted at my back and I could hear him storming my way. I dropped my arm and smirked.

I leaned in to hiss in the investigator’s face,
“If there is a next time, I’m not just going to bite him…I’m going to rip out his jugular.”

I turned and ran smack dab into
a wall of hard chest. My eyes skimmed up to Adam's face and kept going until they met greenish-blue eyes, burning so heatedly they could melt ice. His eyes left mine to glare at the investigator behind me and, seconds later, I heard him retreat.

“
You’re an asshole,” I hissed and he grabbed my chin gently to tilt my head higher. He placed a deep, soft kiss on my lips, and when he lifted, he looked down at me with a face full of concern.

“You
have a small red mark where that asshole touched you,” he said, so roughly I was momentarily caught off guard.

And then my stomach growled and I remembered to be pissed.

“Freckles, you still
ignoring me?” Adam asked for the eighth time since leaving the station. I just kept peering out the window with my arms crossed over my chest. He was an idiot and obviously thought I was too. Of course I was ignoring him, and no matter how much I wanted to acknowledge his presence, that would only defeat the purpose... of ignoring him.

“Baby,
it was a joke. I didn't really show him your bite mark. I've known him for years."

Oh, l
ike knowing him for years should make a difference. Though, Adam not actually showing him the bite did make me feel a little better.

"D
o you want me to stop and pick up food or do you want to sit down somewhere?”

Really?

No matter how loud my stomach growled, I’d starve before I opened my mouth to speak to him. I wouldn’t even open my mouth to tell him I didn’t want to stay at his house, which was exactly where I knew we were headed.

“Okay, fine, you twisted my arm. I’ll cook
for you,” he answered his own question, and at that exact moment, his phone rang. I didn't look, but I could hear him searching his pockets for it.

A couple rings later,
it stopped, only to start up again right away.

"Jesus," I heard him mutter,
but I still didn't look at him. This time he must have hit a silence button, because the ringing stopped mid-ring.

Five minutes later, the phone rang again,
and I glared at him. This time, he answered.

"Babe, I'm kinda busy," he answered
, and every muscle in my body tightened.

Oh
my God!

Through the phone,
I could hear a woman's voice on the other end of the conversation, but I couldn't hear what she was saying.

"
No," he said.

"
I'll tell you about it later," he sighed.

"I said
no," he growled.

"I
t's not the right time," he sighed again.

"Can
we please just drop this for now?" Silence for a beat as the woman spoke in a rapid rant. We turned into his neighborhood and, suddenly, I wasn't so hungry anymore. "Damn it, I'm just about to pull up to my house. I’ll call you later,” he finished and hung up. My hands fisted. I was dying to ask who that was on the phone, but I already knew.

One of his many wo
men, I was sure.

“Adam, I’d like to go to a hotel please,” I said, deciding it was finally time to
break my silence. Adam glanced at me with narrowed eyes and muscle ticked in his jaw.

"No," he growled, and faced the road again.

"Adam --"

"No, Mia. I'm not taking you to a fuckin' hotel," he snapped, and I closed my mouth. We pulled into his driveway and
I decided I was never talking again for the rest of my life.

When we walked into the house, Adam turned on all the lights and I scanned my surroundings like I
'd never been here before. I felt lost. To my right, was the living room, where most of the decorations were now smashed on the floor. To my left, was the kitchen, and straight ahead were the stairs. Alongside the stairs was a hallway, and that hallway led into what I remembered as the family room, or entertainment room.

But
instead of moving to any of those rooms, I just stood in place not knowing what to do or where to go, in this house, or in my life.

Until
I felt a hand grab mine.

I looked up to the left
where Adam stared down at me with tenderness.

“Come on,” he said as he
grabbed my hand and pulled me to the stairs.

I went willingly,
following behind him until we walked through his bedroom to the bathroom. Adam let my hand go, turned on the shower, stuck his hand in the water and waited until the temperature was to his liking before he came back to me.

“
Shoes off, Baby,” he ordered in a voice so soft it sent shivers down my spine. I complied instantly, more than ready to be out of four-inch heels. The only problem was that after stepping out of them both, I had to look way up to see Adam’s face, but as soon as our eyes connected, he bent and touched his lips to mine.

When he lifted, I felt him shift my hair over my shoulder
, before his hands wrapped around my back to unzip my top, and immediately after, he lifted it over my head. I let him. I was too tired to fight him and I wanted a shower so badly I could taste the water. Adam’s hands moved to the button of my jeans and in record time, he bent at the knees, slid them down my legs and waited until I stepped out of them before tossing them aside.

Quickly, h
e gripped my hips, fingers splayed over the top of my ass, and he kissed the top of my thigh, then my other thigh. My stomach grew taut. I closed my eyes, loving the feel of his warm lips on my skin as they traveled up, kissing and teasing along the way until he made it to the edge of my panties. I cupped the sides of his face.

I felt his finger dip into
the edge of my panties and, in a flash, they were gone too, but, instead of concentrating downstairs, he stood and wrapped his arms around my back to unhook and remove my bra. When it was free from my arms, I gripped the hem of his shirt, but the second I started lifting it, he stopped me with a tight grip on my wrists.

“
No, Mia.” His eyes held mine. “You take a shower. I’m gonna go back downstairs to make us something to eat.”

Uhhhh...huh?

“But I’m not hungry anymore,” I whispered, even though that wasn’t really true. I was hungry, for him.

He swept his thumb across my bottom lip
, following the movement with his eyes.

“You’re s
o damn beautiful, you know that?” Adam said as a sweet smile played on his lips, but something about his words was like a slap in the face. I shook my head to clear it, but when that didn’t work, I took a step back and covered myself with my hands as images from the past flashed through my mind…something I couldn’t stop no matter how hard I wished them away.

All I could see was the ec
stasy on her face as she reveled in the feel of Adam beneath her. I could see exactly how good she looked doing it. I could easily see her flawless figure, her platinum blonde hair, and just how much Adam had enjoyed her in his lap.

I'd always wondered how far things would have gone had I not been seen, and knowing that he probably would have had sex with her,
especially while I'd been pregnant, shattered me all over again.

Once the images hit me, it was hard to think about anything else. He swore he didn’t cheat, but I saw him kiss her with my own eyes. It was so clear in my mind it was like it happened yesterday
, and nothing could take those images away.