of her in the elevator made him want to stop the elevator and fuck her right there on the floor. His lascivious thoughts were magnified by his frustrations and in reality he wanted to savor her. Imagining tasting ever y inch of her and then taking her in the elevator , consumed his thoughts.
Adam couldn’t believe where his mind kept taking him. Letting out a sigh, he walked into the small apartment and dropped his keys, phone and wallet on the kitchen counter. What he wouldn’t give to just get drunk and let the world fade away even if it was only for a little while. Opening the refrigerator , he found a bottle of water and a half-gallon of orange juice. Neither of those would suffice, but he didn’t have any choice.
Adam grabbed the juice and took a swig as he remembered the last time he had consumed more than a couple drinks. It made him smile even though he had nearly gotten his ass kicked.
He had just got ten home from the hospital and was still pissing blood from his injuries and for some stupid reason he thought he could dr i nk the pain away. After drinking most of a bottle of Patron Tequila he passed out. No surprise ther e, but when his friend , Charlie, found him the next day he thought Charlie would kill him.
“You dumbass. Are you trying to kill yourself? Here! If you want to do it, take my gun and off yourself now so I don’t have to come by another day and be surprised to find your dead corpse lying in the floor.” Adam hadn’t been trying to kill himself, but for some reason he thought himself to be indestructible, even after being shot seven times. He still did not know what possessed him to do that, because he knew better.
Adam placed the cap back on the orange juice and dropped it back in the refrigerator. His stomach growled, but he didn’t have any food in the apartment. He didn’t have any furniture either. That was being delivered tomorrow and it irritated him, because he had given explicit instructions for the bed and chair to be delivered the day before. Alas, the usual screw up happened with the furniture company and the dates were switched. At least he had clean clothes and his laptop.
He still needed food, so Adam grabbed his laptop and ordered a pizza from Giordano’s. As far as he was concerned they made the best pies in Chicago. That would get him through the night, but he really did need to have some groceries delivered.
Adam went to take a hot show er before the pizza arrived. He hadn’t realized how tense his muscles were until they were relaxed. Dressed in a pair of flannel pants and t-shirt , Adam sat cross-legge d on the floor to check email.
Finding nothing of consequence, he decided to make a shopping list for his personal assistant, Greta. He needed food and some dishes if he was going to be staying in this apartment for a while.
Chapter 3.
Eve found herself at the gy m the next morning beating the crap out of the punching bag.
Her trainer, Jason, held the bag as she threw a punch.
“Damn, Eve what’s got you so pissed off?” His eyes were wide and she glared at him.
“Some. People. Are. Just. Rude.” She panted between punches.
“I hope you’re not mad at me !”
Jason had coerced Eve to try some light spar ring and training one day in the gym when the bikes and other equipment were full. She immediately loved it. If she ever felt the need to exert some energy, this fulfilled her needs.
“No .” Eve rolled her eyes at him.
“Well, that’s a relief. Dare I ask who ticked you off?” Jason held the bag tightly as if he expected her to continue.
Eve switched her glance back to the bag and seized the opportunity to punch it again. “No!” she grunted.
Her irritation with Mr. Mysterious had grown to the point that she thought of h im with every swing. She had only wished it were his thick skul l that she punched instead.
It didn’t make sense though. There were two and a half million people in the city and what difference did it make
Adam couldn’t believe where his mind kept taking him. Letting out a sigh, he walked into the small apartment and dropped his keys, phone and wallet on the kitchen counter. What he wouldn’t give to just get drunk and let the world fade away even if it was only for a little while. Opening the refrigerator , he found a bottle of water and a half-gallon of orange juice. Neither of those would suffice, but he didn’t have any choice.
Adam grabbed the juice and took a swig as he remembered the last time he had consumed more than a couple drinks. It made him smile even though he had nearly gotten his ass kicked.
He had just got ten home from the hospital and was still pissing blood from his injuries and for some stupid reason he thought he could dr i nk the pain away. After drinking most of a bottle of Patron Tequila he passed out. No surprise ther e, but when his friend , Charlie, found him the next day he thought Charlie would kill him.
“You dumbass. Are you trying to kill yourself? Here! If you want to do it, take my gun and off yourself now so I don’t have to come by another day and be surprised to find your dead corpse lying in the floor.” Adam hadn’t been trying to kill himself, but for some reason he thought himself to be indestructible, even after being shot seven times. He still did not know what possessed him to do that, because he knew better.
Adam placed the cap back on the orange juice and dropped it back in the refrigerator. His stomach growled, but he didn’t have any food in the apartment. He didn’t have any furniture either. That was being delivered tomorrow and it irritated him, because he had given explicit instructions for the bed and chair to be delivered the day before. Alas, the usual screw up happened with the furniture company and the dates were switched. At least he had clean clothes and his laptop.
He still needed food, so Adam grabbed his laptop and ordered a pizza from Giordano’s. As far as he was concerned they made the best pies in Chicago. That would get him through the night, but he really did need to have some groceries delivered.
Adam went to take a hot show er before the pizza arrived. He hadn’t realized how tense his muscles were until they were relaxed. Dressed in a pair of flannel pants and t-shirt , Adam sat cross-legge d on the floor to check email.
Finding nothing of consequence, he decided to make a shopping list for his personal assistant, Greta. He needed food and some dishes if he was going to be staying in this apartment for a while.
Chapter 3.
Eve found herself at the gy m the next morning beating the crap out of the punching bag.
Her trainer, Jason, held the bag as she threw a punch.
“Damn, Eve what’s got you so pissed off?” His eyes were wide and she glared at him.
“Some. People. Are. Just. Rude.” She panted between punches.
“I hope you’re not mad at me !”
Jason had coerced Eve to try some light spar ring and training one day in the gym when the bikes and other equipment were full. She immediately loved it. If she ever felt the need to exert some energy, this fulfilled her needs.
“No .” Eve rolled her eyes at him.
“Well, that’s a relief. Dare I ask who ticked you off?” Jason held the bag tightly as if he expected her to continue.
Eve switched her glance back to the bag and seized the opportunity to punch it again. “No!” she grunted.
Her irritation with Mr. Mysterious had grown to the point that she thought of h im with every swing. She had only wished it were his thick skul l that she punched instead.
It didn’t make sense though. There were two and a half million people in the city and what difference did it make
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