RACIST

ADELINE'S POV

Dante and I decided to cut down on how much we see each other and when I told him about Adrian wanting me to move in, to say he was furious would be an understatement, but after explaining to him my reasons, he quickly understood. Although I think the main reason Dante is even letting me do all of these is because he genuinely trusts me.

Because no matter how good my reasons are, if there was no trust in our relationship, he would have never even let me push through with my plan to begin with. He trusts me as much as I trust him. He's literally my ride or die. The real reason I want to stay at Adrian's though is because I want to snoop. I think it'll be easier for me to discover all the skeletons he has in his closet if I'm closer to him.

I don't know when I became a superspy but I guess my life has been boring for so long that I'm looking for any excuse at an adventure. I don't expect Dante or even anyone to understand me. These are my feelings and my decisions and I'm the only person really capable of understanding why I'm doing what I'm doing.

I have a hunch about Adrian Wellington and I won't stop until I prove it.

I had to cancel from the office today and I already packed all the necessary stuff I would need to move out of my house and Adrian is supposed to be here in about a minute. As soon and the clock hits 3p.m., I hear a car pull up in my drive way. Three guards walk into my house and pick up all my stuff. They load everything into cars and I walk out of my house, getting into Adrian's car with a fake smile on my face. Am I taking this plan of mine too far? I need to convince my parents to push their launching date back a month. I can't do this with Adrian for much longer.

"I'm so happy you changed your mind. You'll love it at my place I promise. It's good that you get used to the house because in the nearest future, it'll be our home."

"I can't wait. I'm sure you have a lovely home." I say. He moves closer to me and grabs my chin with his hands. He lifts my face upwards so I'm staring into his eyes. The contact makes me shiver and I want to get out of this car this very instant and lock myself in my house and never come out again.

"Your parents don't want me to touch you until we get married." He suddenly blurts out and my eyes widen in disbelief. I know my parents are conservatives but surely, they don't believe that I'm a virgin.

"Something about your honor still being in tact until the actual wedding. Although something tells me you're not as innocent as you look." His breath fans my face and his words vibrate on my every nerve. He's disgusting. That's the only word I can use to describe him right now.

"You don't have to say anything. I won't touch you until the wedding if that's what you parents want. But only because the wedding is in like two months and you belong to be already anyways. I've fantasized about you from the day I set my eyes on you and there's something so pleasurable about fucking you on the night of our wedding when I think about it. I crave it more than anything else in the world. I crave your mouth around my cock and I fantasize about slamming inside you while you ass bounces on my dick. It'll be the best night ever my dear fiancée."

Something tells me he doesn't even know how creepy and disgusting he sounds to me right now. This is just who he is and I was scared of the moment Adrian would start making sexual advances towards me but thanks to my parents, I won't have to sleep with him until after we're married.

To say I love my parents so much right now would be an understatement. Adrian might be a dick but he's a business man and I know the only reason he won't touch me is because my parent must have included that detail in the contract. One thing I didn't know about Adrian though was how patient he is.

He's a sex obsessed freak and he gets off on the fact that I'll be his personal sex toy once we're married. If only he knew how wrong he was. If only he knew how hard his downfall will be. I keep my mouth shut and my eyes forwards as he places a light kiss on my cheek.

Everything about his touch and his presence and his words feels sinister.

Once we get to his house, I'm not even surprised by how extravagantly massive the place is. The décor is beautiful but basic. But his house doesn't feel loke a home. There are guards and maids everywhere and I'm starting to think Adrian Wellington might be a racist creep because all the maids and gardeners, except for the guards, are all black people.

This aspect just made him creepier in my eyes because there's no reason anyone should have this many maids who are black.

"Uhm…" I start saying.

"Amazing isn't it?" He asks, beaming at me as he leads me into his mansion. The interior décor doesn't faze me and I just walk into the place with my head down. A maid rushes towards me and curtsy's.

"May I take your coat and your bag ma'am?" She asks, keeping her eyes on the floor. She's a young girl, probably not even older than twenty and of course, she's black. Adrian looks at her with a proud look on his face and then he turns his gaze towards me, as if looking for some kind of validation.

"I got her for you. She's your personal maid and she'll take care of everything you might need." He says with a smile and I have no choice but to return it.

"I've never had a maid, Adrian. I can take care of myself. I'm a big girl. I don't need a nanny."

"Get out fo here for a minute." Adrian dismisses the gurl and turns his focus towards me. He grabs my hands and brings them up to his face then he gazes into my eyes.

"Look I know you're used to taking care of yourself and all but you're my fiancée now and you deserve the best. You already have a job that stresses you out I'm sure. I just want someone to be here to take care of you when you get back home tired. And please never say no to me again. Especially not in front of the maids. You understand? It's disrespectful." He says his last few words with a little bit of spite and anger and it sends a warning up and down my spine.

This calm and passive aggressive tone he's using might turn into something else in the future. Something else where he'll be comfortable with raising his voice at me just to get what he wants. I simply shut up and nod my head but not until I ask one last question.

"I've noticed all your maids and gardeners are black. Except for the guards. Why…"

"Black people are the inferior species. They should even be glad that I'm giving them a job. Serving people like me makes them remember their place." He says without even blinking and I want to vomit.

I try to hide the disgusted look on my face from the racist asshole in front of me. I have to hold in every negative emotion I feel about him until my plan is successful. So I do the thing any acceptable and respectful fiancée would do. I smile and nod my head.

"Okay but I have one last request." I say.

"Anything." He smiles.

"I want the girl to answer only and directly to me."

"That won't be a problem." Adrian says with a smirk.