When I met you

Questions and Answers

On the ground floor, the flooring is made of porcelain tiles that look as though they were sculpted for some kind of castle. We pass by a movie theater room, a game room, a gym, guest suites, and another kitchen that is more compact and simple. Everywhere we walk, the large windows stretch along the hallways, offering an unobstructed view of the perfect gardens.

— So. Favorite color? — Adam starts our little game.

— Red. — I fill my glass with more alcohol, lowering the bottle into my free hand. Adam steals it from me, taking a long swig before handing it back. I frown at his action. — Favorite ice cream flavor?

— Mint chocolate. — He relaxes his shoulders. — Winter or summer?

— Summer. — I shoot back. — Dog or cat?

His eyes quickly roam over me, a half-smile on his face.

— Cat. Food you hate?

— It’s not really hate, I just can’t eat peanuts, I’m allergic. Are you allergic to anything too? Of course, other than commitment.

— I’m not allergic to anything. — he laughs.

— So you’re not going to play anymore now that the official players are back on the team?

— It’s not that simple. Sometimes there are things we want that we can’t have.

— I don’t believe that. If you really want something, you should fight for it with all your strength. If the intention is real and true, you’ll persist. — I glance at him from the corner of my eye. — You should go after it, if it’s really what you want. Life is too short for us to spend it doing things we don’t love.

We enter one of the many hallways.

Adam seems introspective. I had never really seen him like this. Why did he hide who he truly was so much?

— My room. — He opens the door beside me, revealing an enormous space with gray walls.

— How does someone who has a room like this live in tiny shared dorms at college?

He stares at me in silence for a few moments, seeming to think.

— The house is great when I’m surrounded by my friends, but most of the time, when I’m alone, I feel suffocated. Like I can’t breathe. — Adam gets stuck on a fixed point, and I’m left speechless seeing him like this, because sometimes money really isn’t everything. Just look at Adam Melchior, the son of a millionaire magnate who has the best the world can offer at his fingertips and yet still seems unhappy and troubled. — I prefer the university. — He smiles to dodge the truth, changes the subject, and replaces the sadness in his eyes with mischief. I realize almost immediately that this is what he always does, using an escape valve to avoid the subjects that haunt him. — I can sleep in later without worrying about traffic, and I’m always close to the parties.

— Of course, the parties. — I roll my eyes, observing the gigantic bed and a wall covered in paintings. I leave the half-empty bottle on the desk and walk toward the paintings.

— Have you ever been in love? — I ask, not daring to look at him. I focus on the various landscapes spread across the wall, ignoring the fact that my body is reacting to his nearness.

Adam wraps his arms around me from behind, moving the dark strands of hair that cover the side of my neck. He trails his fingers there, creating a slowly dangerous path that makes my heartbeat hum in my ears.

— No.

He gently kisses my collarbone, parting his lips with a slowness that should be considered a sin. I can feel his breath vibrate against my skin, one of his hands settling on my stomach, pressing me against his hip.

— Have you? — His voice is husky.

— Not really… — I gasp when I feel his arousal against me.

With Adam’s lips on my neck, I could feel the room spinning, everything swaying around me. The alcohol could have been what made my body feel warm, that’s what I kept telling myself. Because my mind refused to believe that it was him doing this to my senses, which were always so steady.

Adam Melchior frequently destroyed my balance.

— Do you have any idea how much I want you, Akermisia? — he whispers. My breath catches.

— N-no.

— I want you. I want every part of you, every piece of your body and your fiery temper…

Adam turns me around quickly and firmly.

Our eyes are locked on each other now.

He places both hands in my hair, caressing the back of my neck and pulling me toward him. His kiss is demanding, just like his tongue and his lips. One hand remains tangled in my hair while the other trails down my spine to my waist and keeps moving, following the curve of my backside. It flexes over my hip and squeezes it.

— I’m crazy about you. — he says so fiercely that the ground disappears beneath me.

Melchior slowly guides me toward the bed until I can feel it behind my knees.

Without taking his eyes off me, he pulls my blouse upward. I’m not wearing a bra, so he takes in my exposed figure completely, gazing at me as though I were some kind of unique work of art.

He does it with such desire that I become aroused.

I’m so intoxicated that I no longer have control over my body; it’s the one making the decisions.

It’s the one that lets him lay me down on the mattress and kiss my chest, lowering his lips toward my breasts and tracing circles there with his tongue. He unbuttons my shorts and slowly removes them without breaking eye contact. I allow myself to touch his abdomen, trailing trembling fingers along its length.

— Like what you see? — he asks mischievously as he scatters kisses across my stomach, moving lower. I lift my hips from the bed, trying to end the torment, but he holds me by the waist to stop me. He wants an answer.

— You know I do. — I answer like a foolish girl, but I don’t care about being foolish. Not now.

He kisses me between my legs, moving his tongue with deliberate intensity.

— I hate you. — I say when Adam stops; he wants to make me beg.

— For someone who hates me, you’re very wet, kitten.

He remains still, watching me with shining eyes full of triumph and ecstasy. His fingers enter me, and he knows exactly what he’s doing because my legs tremble seconds later. When Adam withdraws his index and middle fingers and looks at me with eyes like fire, my whole body tenses.

— Are you sure?

— I am. — I whisper breathlessly.

Adam picks up the condom from the bedside table and puts it on, then carefully fills me. It takes me a little while to adjust to him inside me. Adam notices and pulls back with delicious slowness. His movements bring a slight ache that gradually turns pleasurable after a while.

Melchior closes his eyes, groans, and fills me again, his muscles moving with the act. Our slow rhythm doesn’t last long, however. He stops while still inside me, his eyes burning as if telling me that the gentleness ended there.

Then, he kisses me.

It is that, that kiss that makes me realize I’m lost. That I’m so screwed that I’ll never be able to run away anymore. His lips never leave mine as he continues to move. I feel his weight over me, the beating of his heart against my chest. The hammer of a sentence.

This is your end, Akermisia.

I let it be.

I’m out of breath.

He breaks my body into a thousand pieces.

I’m sweating with pleasure, feeling him faster and harder until everything around me becomes impossible to process.

I’m trembling. My thoughts are in complete disarray.

I look at Adam; his eyes are closed and his breathing is uneven. After a few seconds, he blinks, opens his eyes, and gives me a hazy, sweet look. He is still inside me. He leans down and gently kisses my forehead.

— Let’s go again. — I murmur, and he gives me the most beautiful smile in the world.

I wanted to finish falling from that cliff, even knowing that I still couldn’t see the bottom.