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His expression goes annoyed again, and Adam crosses his arms, telling me, “Whatever. We can just move you into my room once you get over this ice queen phase you’re so set on having.”
“Or not,” Malcolm adds, an edge of darkness to his tone. “She can stay wherever she is most comfortable, for as long as she needs to. Worry about yourself, Adam.”
Adam looks like he wants to complain, but he doesn’t, just clenching his jaw before turning to leave down the hallway, motioning for me to follow. “Sure, Dad. Come on Mel, let me show you to your special room.”
I ignore his mocking tone, staying silent as Adam leads me down the grand hallway, his footsteps echoing through the opulent walkway. I take one last look back at Malcolm, wishing that he’s the one taking me, and sigh. There must be something going on with me mentally to be this obsessed over Malcolm Mayfield.
We reach a set of ornate double doors, and he pushes them open, revealing a guest room that takes my breath away. The room is bathed in a soft, warm glow, courtesy of the gentle lighting emanating from the elegant chandelier above. My eyes widen as they sweep across the space, taking in the luxurious furnishings, the plush bed adorned with silk sheets, and the large windows that frame a picturesque view of the snow-covered landscape.
"Here's your room," Adam says, his voice dripping with an underlying tone that makes me uneasy.
I step forward, trying to ignore that instinctual wariness I’m suddenly feeling around Adam at all times. There is plenty for me to focus on in the room to help me ignore my boyfriend. This place is like something out of a fairytale, a stark contrast to the cramped spaces I've called home. It's overwhelming, to say the least.
"Wow," I mutter, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's... stunning."
Adam steps closer, his presence encroaching upon my personal space. My awareness goes on high alert, and I take a subtle step back, trying to maintain a sense of composure.
"You like it?" he asks, his voice a low murmur, laden with intent.
I force a smile, my unease growing by the second. "Yeah, it's beautiful. I bet there’s great WiFi too so I won’t get bored,” I laugh awkwardly.
His gaze intensifies, his eyes scanning my face as if searching for something. "You know, Melody, you’ve been acting really bitchy lately. Is there anything I can do to help you blow off some steam?”
I watch as his eyes flicker over to the king-sized bed, and I’m immediately angry. “Really? Bitchy? You know I just lost, like, everything in my life, right?”
He steps even closer, looking as cocky as ever. The more time we spend here in his father’s home, the more the kind, funny Adam I agreed to date disappears and is replaced by this jerk. "Oh come on, I’m just joking. Trying to lighten the mood and all.”
I take a deep breath, my resolve hardening. It would be so easy to just give in to his advances to keep my living situation stable for the time being, but I know I would regret it forever. “Well, it’s not funny to me. I need you to respect my boundaries, which I think I’ve made very clear.”
A flicker of annoyance crosses his face, but he doesn't back down. Instead, he reaches out, attempting to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. I instinctively push his hand away, my voice firm. "Stop, Adam. This isn't what I want, and it's not what we need.”
His eyes narrow, frustration growing. “What is your issue? You’re always trying so hard to shut me out, and for what? I’m your boyfriend.”
The word makes me flinch. He can never know how close I was to breaking up with him before my eviction, not if I want to have a chance of getting to live here rent-free for a little while! But he’s making it so hard to keep my mouth shut.
“There’s no issue, besides you being pushy and me being exhausted, like I’ve told you.” I motion towards the door. “I think it’s time for you to go. I want to be alone.”
Silence hangs heavy in the air, punctuated only by the distant sound of a crackling fireplace. The tension between us is palpable, the weight of our unresolved issues lingering like a specter. But I refuse to let it define this new chapter in my life.
I take a step back, creating a safe space between us, and offer a final glance before turning to face the room that will be my refuge. It's time to settle into this temporary sanctuary, to find strength within myself, and navigate the delicate balance of living under the same roof with Adam. He hasn’t left yet, but I don’t know how I can make it any more clear that I’m finished with our current conversation.
Seconds roll into full minutes as I face the window and away from Adam, and I wonder if maybe I just missed the sound of him leaving. Just when I’m sure that I must be alone, I feel hands land on my shoulders, and Adam’s breath near my ear. I tense immediately.
“Just a kiss goodbye then,” Adam cajoles, pressing himself against my back. Panic is welling in me, battling with all the times I’ve been taught not to make a scene. “If you won’t give us both what we both want, then I don’t think a kiss is asking for too much, baby.”
When I feel him move to kiss my neck, I jerk out of his grasp and stumble back a few steps, heart pounding. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“You know, I never knew you were so feisty,” Adam laughs, moving forward and grabbing me again before I can react. He’s trying to hold me still long enough to get what he wants from me, an undesired kiss, acting the entire time like we’re playing some game. But it isn’t a game to me…at all.
I feel a surge of adrenaline as Adam's lips persist, attempting to claim mine. Defiance surges within me, overriding any remnants of affection that might linger. My hand presses firmly against his chest, forcefully pushing him away.
"No, Adam," I assert, my voice laced with resolve. "I've said it once, and I'll say it again. I want to be alone.”
Adam's face contorts with the intensity of his annoyance. The audacity of his persistence, his complete disregard for my boundaries…I didn’t think my week could get any worse, but this really is the icing on the cake.
“Knock this shit off, Mel,” he hisses. “You’ve had no problem kissing me before, or have you forgotten that?”
Oh, believe me, I haven't forgotten. I haven't forgotten the moments that I hesitated, finally relenting to a single kiss here and there so Adam wouldn’t push me any further. I felt so special at first to catch the interest of Adam Mayfield, son of a billionaire, but that feeling has officially soured.
