C7 What The Hell Am I Doing?
Neil knocked on Adonis’ bedroom door again.
My heart started to beat a slow rhythm of dread. Oh god, Neil can’t see me in here! Does he know I’m here? Did he come for me? My skin had gone cold with trepidation. This is really bad. My wide-eyed gaze darted to Adonis. He was staring down at me, face impassive.
“Adonis? I hope to hell you’re fucking not naked cos I’m coming in!” Neil called out, voice muffled by the thick door.
But not for long, because one of Adonis’ large hands grabbed my arm, completely encircling it. Then he pulled me towards the bathroom and nudged me in.
“Stay.” He said, nailing me with those intense eyes of his before closing the bathroom door. He didn’t need to tell me, because I definitely had no intention of not staying.
My entire body was stiff with fear as I clenched my hands tighter around the shoes in my grip. How did I get myself into this type of situation? Hiding from my fiancé in a man’s bathroom? Only cheats do that. Am I a cheat? Am I cheating on Neil? Of course, I’m not! I only came in here because I thought there were no towels in here! I only came here because I wanted to make our guest comfortable.
Then why are you hiding?
My conscience hit me with a question that struck like lightning. Shame burned my cheeks in realization. I really had no reason to hide. I could just play it all off and Neil would believe me because I am telling the truth. Right?
Sucking in a deep breath, I moved towards the door, quietly placing my palms on it and pressed my ear on it, trying to catch whatever they were talking about on the other side and failed.
Closing my eyes briefly, I stepped back and waited.
A moment later, the door swung open and I instinctively froze, expecting the worst. But it was Adonis standing in the open doorway. He was thankfully wearing pants this time. His silver ear studs glimmered in time with something in his dark eyes as he regarded me thoughtfully. My face burned in shame but my pulse steadied in relief when I realized that Neil was gone.
Without a word, I walked past him and back into the bedroom, met with the sight of my once neatly folded towels dumped carelessly on a couch. I walked to the couch and sat on it, quietly putting my shoes back on. I had taken it off so Neil wouldn’t hear the click of my heels. But I’m sure as hell not going to walk out there with my shoes in my hands like a teen girl. This is so embarrassing.
I felt rather than heard Adonis move towards me. “Leilani, you had no reason to hide.”
I moved my eyes to look up at him, ignoring my burning cheeks and the flips in my belly as I drank in his handsome face. “Well, you hid me.”
One dark eyebrow of his arched beneath soft strands of damp dark hair. “You were losing your shit. If Neil walked in here to see you so panicky, he'd definitely jump to fucking conclusions.” His eyes suddenly gleamed. “Besides, you fucking took off your shoes, intending to hide immediately you heard his voice. Just as a guilty girlfriend would.”
Righteous indignation rose in me. “I am not guilty of anything.” Liar. “I was here for a reason but you were here looking so unexpectedly indecent and if Neil walked in to see me in here with you looking like that, he’d overreact.”
A knowing masculine smile curved his lips. “I just stepped out of the shower. I could’ve as well been naked.”
His deep sensual voice saying the word naked made my pulse skip.
I have to get out of here.
Sighing, I got up to my feet and gathered my towels, moving towards the door, feeling his gaze following me. As I reached the door, I pulled it open and stepped out, turning to look back at him.
He was still standing in that same spot, mouthwateringly shirtless with an unreadable expression on his gorgeous face.
“Your breakfast is waiting,” I said softly and shut the door. As I turned to walk down the hallway, the last words I said to Adonis suddenly replayed in my mind, this time, with a totally naughty meaning.
“Babe, where were you?” Neil asked face shadowed in concern as I walked up to him. He had been standing next to his car outside the garage, his phone next to his ear.
When I got to him, he cupped my face, eyebrows furrowed.
“I was in the laundry room.” I gave a small smile. He only stared blankly. “Feminine problems,” I added.
His eyes lit up with understanding. “Oh.” Then he chuckled.
My heart ached. It hurt to see him fall for my lie, really.
“You didn’t finish breakfast. Have something to eat, okay? I gotta get going now.” He said, pulling me closer.
“Hm-hm.” I nodded and he leaned down to kiss my lips tenderly. Then he leaned away, giving me that dashing smile that I had grown to love. I was immediately hit by a truckload of guilt. This man loves me and here I am blatantly lying to him. I hated feeling guilty, so I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down to meet my lips. I kissed him. I kissed him like that would ease my guilt. I moved my lips against his familiar lips and he reciprocated eagerly, snaking his arms around my waist to hold me closer to him. Neil knew exactly how to kiss me to get me craving for more. And so he did, raising my chin with his hand.
But soon, I had to break the kiss to catch my breath and I met his shining blue eyes as I pulled away. They were filled with emotion.
“Fuck. I’m ditching work, babe.” He said gruffly.
I laughed, smacking his shoulder. He grinned at me. Wriggling out of his arms, I raised a playful eyebrow. “No, you’re not. Bye.”
He chuckled and opened the door of the car. “See you, beautiful.”
I watched him get in and drive away, the exterior of the car glinting under the morning sun. Then I released a sigh. What the hell am I doing?