BETTER THAN HIM?
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The words lingered in the air.
“I don’t hate you,” Anne said.
Adrian didn’t move.
“That’s what I thought,” Adrian replied.
For a moment, he simply stood there, watching her—really watching her this time. The way her chest rose and fell unevenly, the way her fingers still trembled slightly against his wrist, the way her eyes refused to hold his for too long.
A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips.
“That was… thoughtful of you,” he murmured.
Anne’s brows furrowed slightly, confused by his tone.
But Adrian leaned closer, just enough for his presence to wrap around her again—heavy, suffocating, intoxicating.
“I was starting to think you’d forgotten me already.”
Her breath caught.
“You’re delusional,” she said quickly, trying to steady herself.
But her voice betrayed her.
And he noticed.
Of course he noticed.
His gaze dropped briefly—to the way her fingers clenched, to the slight shiver that ran through her when he stepped closer again.
“You say that,” he said softly, “but your body says something else.”
Her heart slammed violently against her chest.
“That’s not true.”
“No?” he tilted his head slightly, studying her. “Then why are you shaking?”
Anne swallowed hard.
She hated this.
Hated how he made her feel like she was losing control of herself.
Hated how her body reacted before her mind could catch up.
Hated that part of her remembered.
Everything.
“I miss you very much, the way you held onto me last night…” Adrian continued, his voice dropping lower, slower. “The way you called me daddy —”
“Stop.”
The word came out sharper than she intended.
But he didn’t stop.
If anything, it only encouraged him.
Almost brushing his lips on her face, “ You want it huh? Guess I f****d you right last night,” Adrian said mischievously.
“I liked that,” he added, almost lazily. “I like knowing I was your first.”
Something inside her snapped.
Before she could think, she jumped down from the counter and pushed him, her hand swinging toward him—
But Adrian caught her wrist mid-air.
Effortlessly.
Her breath hitched.
“You shouldn’t do that,” he said calmly, his grip firm but not painful.
“Let go of me!” she snapped, her eyes burning with anger now. “You’re an asshole.”
A faint smirk tugged at his lips.
“Am I?” he asked.
His gaze darkened slightly.
“What, still hung up on my pathetic little excuse for a son?”
The words hit harder than she expected.
Her expression hardened instantly.
“I’m not hanging up on anyone.”
“Really?” he stepped closer again. “Because every time you push me away, you say his name like it means something.”
Her chest tightened.
Before she could stop herself—
Her hand moved again.
This time—
It landed.
The sound echoed sharply in the quiet bathroom.
For a second, everything went still.
Adrian didn’t react immediately.
His head turned slightly from the impact, but slowly… deliberately… he brought his gaze back to hers.
And this time—
There was something darker in it.
“Even if I am,” Anne said, her voice trembling but firm, “he’s still better than you.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
“I’d rather be with him,” she continued, pushing through the fear rising in her chest, “than be tangled up with someone like you.”
Her throat tightened.
“I’d choose Jimmy over you any day.”
Adrian stared at her.
Long.
Unblinking.
Then—
“Do you actually think he’s better than me?” he asked quietly.
The question caught her off guard.
Her anger faltered slightly.
For a moment, she didn’t answer.
Did she believe it?
Her lips parted.
But no words came out.
Instead, something else surfaced—
Confusion.
Doubt.
Everything she had been trying to ignore.
She pushed him lightly, breaking the tension.
“I don’t need to answer you,” she said quickly.
And before he could stop her—
She turned and walked out.
Fast.
Like she was running from something.
Or someone.
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Adrian remained where he was.
Silent.
Still.
Then slowly—
A low chuckle escaped him.
“Little wild cat…”
The words rolled off his tongue with quiet amusement.
But his expression didn’t match the sound.
There was something else beneath it.
Something darker.
Something possessive.
⸻
A few minutes later—
Adrian stepped out of the bathroom.
The party noise returned, loud and chaotic, but it barely registered.
His mind was elsewhere.
On her.
On the way she looked at him.
On the way she said she didn’t hate him.
On the way she didn’t answer his question.
His jaw tightened slightly.
Then—
A sound.
Faint.
But clear enough.
He paused.
Tilted his head slightly.
Listening.
It came again.
Soft.
Breathless.
A moan.
“Oh yeah jimmy……”
His expression changed instantly.
Cold.
Sharp.
His gaze shifted toward the hallway.
Toward one particular door.
Jimmy’s room.
For a moment, Adrian didn’t move.
He simply stood there, listening.
The sounds became clearer.
More obvious.
More… careless.
Something dark flickered across his face.
Then—
He moved.
Slow steps at first.
Controlled.
Measured.
Until he reached the door.
He stopped in front of it.
Silence.
Then—
His expression hardened.
And without hesitation—
He kicked the door open.
⸻
The door slammed against the wall.
Inside—
Jimmy was in bed with two girls at his both sides, the girls were barely dressed.
They were having fun.
Then—
Adrian stormed in……
Chaos.
Jimmy froze.
Two girls scrambled beside him, shocked screams filling the room as they quickly tried to cover themselves.
“Get the f**k out.”
Adrian’s voice was low.
Deadly.
The girls didn’t hesitate.
They grabbed whatever they could and rushed out, their footsteps echoing as they disappeared down the hallway.
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Jimmy swallowed hard, his heart racing as he stared at his father.
“Dad, wh… what are you doing here? ”
Adrian stepped inside slowly, closing the door behind him.
The air in the room shifted instantly.
Oppressive.
Dangerous.
Jimmy sat up quickly, panic flickering across his face.
“I didn’t know you were coming—I swear—”
The words barely left his mouth before—
Adrian moved.
Fast.
His foot connected with Jimmy’s chest, sending him crashing back onto the bed.
Jimmy gasped, pain shooting through him as he struggled to breathe.
“Dad…,” Jimmy sobbed.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Adrian’s voice cut through the air like a blade.
Jimmy coughed, trying to sit up again.
“I… I didn’t do anything—”
Another hit.
Sharper this time.
Jimmy winced, gripping his chest as fear began to settle deep in his bones.
“You didn’t do anything?” Adrian repeated, his tone dangerously calm.
His eyes burned with something fierce.
Something controlled.
But barely.
“You host a party,” he continued slowly, stepping closer, “bring people into my house…”
Jimmy’s breathing became uneven.
“And this is what you’re doing?”
“I—”
“You’re an idiot.”
The words landed heavier than the hits.
Jimmy froze.
His hands clenched slightly.
“I said I didn’t—”
Adrian grabbed him by the collar, pulling him up just enough to meet his gaze.
“You think this is power?” he asked quietly. “This?”
Jimmy couldn’t answer.
His throat felt tight.
His chest hurt.
Everything about this moment screamed danger.
Real danger.
Adrian released him suddenly, letting him fall back onto the bed.
Disgust flickered across his face.
“You don’t even know what you’re playing with,” he muttered.
Jimmy stayed silent.
For once.
He had nothing to say.
⸻
Adrian turned toward the door.
But before leaving—
He paused.
Just for a second.
Then without looking back, he said—
“Grow up.”
And walked out.
⸻
Back in the hallway—
His expression darkened again.
Because despite everything—
Despite the anger.
The disappointment.
The chaos—
His mind went back to one person.
Anne.
And the way she said—
“I don’t hate you.”
A slow, dangerous smile returned to his lips.
This wasn’t over.
Not even close.
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