Haunting-Adeline

you at home. At least if you’re not a narcissis c prick.
“Oh, uh, hi Mark. Pleasure to meet you,” she finally says, clasping Mark’s
hand in her own.
I feel so many things right now.
Namely, the urge to fucking kiss her for going along with something she
doesn’t understand.
She’s definitely ge ng rewarded later.
But I also feel the possessive beast rise. Not only to claim Addie as my
own, but to protect her from the real monster. The moment Mark registers
Addie’s beau ful smoky voice, his eyes droop. And if I see his khakis start
to tent, I will kill him here and now.
She glances at their entwined hands with a hint of trepida on, but she
smooths her face out quickly. Mark doesn’t no ce her subtly wiping her
hand on her jeans when he lets it go, but I do.
“The pleasure is mine. You have a beau ful name. What is it short for?”
She clears her throat, throwing me another what the fuck glance.
“Adeline.”
Mark’s face is animated as he marvels over her response. “A beau ful
name for a beau ful girl.”
A red blush stains her cheeks pre ly. She pretends to act bashful, but I
can feel the nervous energy emana ng from her in waves. My li le mouse
doesn’t do well in social situa ons, especially when she’s thrown in one
unprepared.
“Alright, Mark. Let’s leave my girl to get back to work.”
Her eyes narrow into slits briefly when I say my girl. I subtly quirk a brow,
daring her to defy me. She knows I’m not saying it for Mark’s benefit. She’s
going to hear me call her my girl for a long fucking me.
Next, we’ll graduate to my wife and then the mother of my children.
One day she’ll get it in her head that she’s mine.
“Nonsense!” he bellows, a rac ng a few curious eyes. “You don’t mind,
do you, Addie?”
For the first me, my face slips, and I let loose a snarl. Mark doesn’t
no ce, but Addie does. If anything, my anger relaxes her by an inch. The
knowledge that I’m not liking this situa on must bring her some sort of
comfort, compared to her thinking I’m purposely involving her in
something dangerous.