Page 29 of Adam
And yet, here I am in the lion’s den, playing the fucking knight instead of purging this goddamn society of filth. But lastnight, I did a lot of thinking and realized that killing this bastard will be a better favor to the world.
So, I’ll stay, I’ll obey, and when the right time comes, I’ll kill him with my own hands.
Pacing my room up and down has never been worse. I’ve never had such anxiety almost to the point I shake. My head is ringing again; I don’t know what to do.
Why is he here? Why did he come back? Should I be happy or sad because I dragged him into this shit with me?
I tried to go outside my father’s office and sneak a few glances but, of course, the corridors were crowded and no one let me get close.
Ugh, this waiting is killing me. Maybe I should go and work out for a while; it always helps me calm my nerves.
Or maybe I should go and see what’s going on.
Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.
I march up to the door and open it forcefully, only to find him outside, hand up, ready to knock on the door himself.
“Oh, hey!” I exclaim, trying to hide my shaky voice.
“Going somewhere this early?” he asks, amusement flickering in his expression.
“I thought you left.”
He widens his brown eyes. “Shame on you. Where are your manners, little orchid?”
Little orchid… A nickname that I can’t get out of my head. The nickname that a total stranger called me, and I instantly fell in love with it.
“Uhm …”
“Won’t you tell me to come inside?”
“Sure,” I say, stepping to the side, trying to hide my awkward glance.
Slowly, he enters my room, folding his hands behind him while his eyes roam around.
“Well, fancy place you have here,” he says without looking at me.
“That’s why you’re here? To comment on my decor?” I cross my arms after closing the door.
“What else, little orchid?” He looks at me with a mischievous smirk, raising an arched brow.
“I saw you going to my father’s office. Why?”
“Business,” he says indifferently, his eyes still darting around my room.
“And why did you come here?” I ask, unable to hide my annoyance.
“Unlike you, I have manners. I came by to say hello.” He stops in the middle of the room and looks at me. “That simple.”
This man’s calm, easygoing vibe is somehow both hilarious and absolutely infuriating. And right now, it’s leaning hard toward the latter.
“Great, you said hello. Now what?” I say, rolling my eyes, not even bothering to hide my irritation anymore.
His eyes land on the purple orchid on my boudoir, and a hint of surprise crosses his face.
“I guess the nickname I chose for you suits you perfectly. Is that right, little orchid?”
“I’m sure you don’t even remember my name.”
