![]() ![]() “Adrian,” she says and my name is a plea on her lips, like I’m begging her for something she can’t give me. “This will all be over soon, and when it is, I will still want you.” “I want you,” I tell her a third time, letting it sink in. “I want you,” I repeat, my voice strained and the words raw. Her hands on my chest puts distance between us, so I take them in my own. She’s silent, her wide blue eyes brimming with a mix of emotions. More than profit, more than any fucking thing. Gripping her hips in both of my hands, I lower my lips to hers to say, “And if any of them have a problem with the two of us, tell them I want you more than anything. ![]() If my best isn’t good enough, then they can go find better.” My words are stern and she acts as if they’ve struck her. “What am I supposed to tell them, Adrian? Rumors are going around about us and they’re coming to me like I’m the one who did this,” she starts and before she can continue, I stop her in her tracks. “Change is difficult, uncertainty is difficult, doing my fucking job is difficult,” I stress, feeling the frustration rise. “Fourteen so far,” I answer without hesitation. ![]()
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