a game of trust

Both Author, and Dakota, approached her, a confused look on His face the moment he saw her.

"Adria Cadell, if I'm not mistaken." Adria smiled and reached out her hand.

"It's lovely to see you here again... Mr. Axton." Dakota gladly took her hand.

"It seems you two have already met?"

Adria turned and nodded, trying to force a smile on.

Hopefully, he didn't blow her cover, or at least, that was the look she gave him.

"There won't be need, for me to introduce you two then." With that, they were about to start walking on, again, when Author, came to a quick halt.

"What is it?" Dakota asked, when they stopped.

"I forgot to Introduce you to my mother... Please, meet Corry, Corry Atthill." Corry stepped up, bumping Adria slightly, as she took her hands.

"I've heard great things about you, Mr. Axton." She smiled, while shaking his hand.

Adria rolled her eyes, making sure that it was on point when, Corry so happened to glare back at her.

She was about to say something, but then controlled her bubbling anger, after all, she was in the presence of Dakota Axton.

"Right, it was lovely seeing you two here." Dakota looked at Adria, his look having one of both seduction, and coldness in them.

She immediately broke the contact, when she noticed she had been staring right back, into his eyes.

Pathetic. Her jaw clenched, and Dakota laughed, for some reason.

The two turned, and took their leave.

And in Author's; he wanted to escort him out.

She still has her questions, and she was going to get them one way or another.

*** ***

It had gotten late, the clouds seemed to be heavy, and Author was yet to return.

All that reminded her about her last life, and how she lost her child.

Adria clenched onto her stomach, the cold wind, blowing through her night gown robe, and her eyes shutting close for a moment.

Heading inside would've been better, but... It felt nice to be outside.

Suddenly a thunder stroke, making a jolt out of her, she quickly turned and dash out the balcony.

Her mind racing at that one strike, she didn't want to hear it anymore.

Adria slipped, her eyes widening, when she realized she was coming to fall in her face, it reminded her when she tripped and fell on the stone, causing the loss of her unborn child.

She hated it, she hated everything.

Adria clenched her eyes, getting ready for the hard impact, when suddenly, her fall came to a stop, and instead, she fell on Author.

She hadn't heard him coming in... Was it due to the rain?

No, was he watching her, Adria pealed her eyes open, the pain vanishing in an instant, her her body suddenly feeling even more colder.

She got up slightly, both her hands resting on the floor, near Authors head,

and her legs straddling his, her eyes inching to open, and slowly, the fell apart.

Her face was up close to his, and his eyes still happened to be closed, not until they opened, and got a clear look, at her cleavage shooting out at him, like a fork.

Author tried to look away, but it was no use, his face was bright red, and hers didn't fail to do the same.

"Uhm..." He gulped, and Adria immediately pushed herself away, her body landing on the soft rug.

"Oh God, I'm sorry!" She yelled, not realizing that the loud thunder had caused her voice to become much louder, than what she intended.

"It's... okay." He sat up, and got off the floor.

otherwise.

"Adria."

She shifted, but didn't move, and that was his cue.

Author sat on the bed, tucking her hair behind her ear, and soon brushing his thumb on her lips.

"Adria?" When she didn't respond, he took it as she was already sleeping, getting on the bed and slowly unzipping his pants.

His hand went inside, and grabbed his member, pulling it out, and stroking it, he let a small moan slip his lips.

She was a beauty, and it was a shame she acted this way.

With a glance at her hand, Author took in into his, slowly and gently using it to now stroke himself.

It was a strange feeling, and he wondered how much longer could he hold it in.

"You know, I could just have you, right here, right now..." He said, with a whisper, as he moved closer to her face, his lips brushing on her skin, and his hand, not stopping to stroke himself.

Adria's eyes were half lidded, and she wasn't asleep, infact, she was wondering what he was saying, what he was doing.

She wasn't stupid, and she knew well what was happening, his hand holding onto hers, and him stroking his member, which was getting stiffer by the second.

"You would not refuse, would you?" Author whispered, his lips now brushing on hers.

"You'd just comply, and not complain..."

Adria bit her lip, the more he spoke, the harder her heart began to beat.

He shouldn't get any closer, she thought while trying to keep her eyes shut.

But she couldn't.

His eyes were filled with desire, his face had a slight smirk, and his strokes were slow.

"Would you?" He asked, as his other hand now reached for her face.

Adria kept quiet, and he knew the answer.

"Then let me take you."

That was the last thing, Adria heard before, feeling something warm spill on her hand.

It was sticky, and it was white, and it made her shudder.

"You should've let me." Author kissed her cheek, and slowly pulled away.

Adria was stunned, her heart still racing, her body felt like it was on fire.

How much longer could she take?

Author didn't bother, putting himself back into his pants, he stood up, and cleaned her hands with the napkin he kept, before walking out the room.

Adria jumped out of the bed, her eyes now wide.

What was that?