{Sophie's PoV}

I had arrived at 2pm and after calling Adam, I went straight to sleep. I missed lunch and the only food I had eaten was the toast. So I decided to make an early dinner. I couldn't wait to eat the Grilled chicken with baked potatoes, my mouth already watering.

I bent to check the chicken when Adam talked in my ear.
" Hello Preciosa." Adam whispered in my ear scaring the shit out of me. I turned to glare at him, anger reflecting in my eyes. I was fucking starving and Adam thought it was a good idea to scare me.
How the fuck does he be so silent? I hadn't even heard the door open or close.

" I missed you," Adam said ignoring my glare as he placed kisses on my face. His hands tightened around my hips as he moved his teasing lips to my neck. He went to his favourite junction, just by my jugular before he bite there.He sucked, licked and kissed there darkening the hickey.

I moaned in his arms arching my neck more. Heat travelled through my body, straight to my core as Adam moved his lips to the other side of my neck. No doubt leaving more hickeys than there already was. I heard the ting of the oven and I tried to move away from Adams hold but the insatiable man tightened his grip on me.

" Adaaam." I moaned as Adam's lips traveled down my shirt. His hand moved to my hair with his fingers massaging my scalp making me release moan after moan. I heard the ting of the oven again and I pushed Adam chest.

" The chicken..." I gasped as Adam bite the area above my breast "..... will burn Adaaammm." He moved his lips away from my chest yet still held my hips in a tight grip. I was breathless as I stared at his darkened orbs. I pushed his palms away from my hips and turned around to the oven. The edges of the chicken pieces had already turned black, any longer and the whole of it would have burnt.

" See!" I told Adam showing him the piece which was burnt the most.

" I'll eat it, don't worry." Adam said bending down to my neck again and I raised my shoulder, blocking him.

" Nah uh mister," I told him ," I'm giving you only ten minutes. If you don't shower by then, I'll eat without you." Adam looked at me with amused eyes and I shrugged. I was hungry and the chicken was tempting me.

But obviously punctually rules didn't apply in the house, Adam arrived after fifteen minutes dressed only in his sweats.
" I knew You wouldn't start eating." Adam said cockily as he sat opposite me. I rolled my eyes at him. Obviously I was going to wait for him. He flexed his arms gaining my attention and when I looked back up at him, he smirked as he dished his plate.

" How was your trip?" Adam asked as he cut the chicken.

" It was fucking weird." I told him honestly. He raised a brow at me, asking me to say more.

" My father tried to give me some stupid ass apology." Adam scoffed and I nodded at him,
"Exactly! You don't know how fucking awkward it was." I told Adam. I was still wondering why my father would apologise.

"For What was He apologising?" Adam asked.

" Apparently for all the time he has been an ass to me," I told him as I placed a potato in my mouth, "so that means more than 5 years."

" Why the fuck would you tolerate that bastard for so long?" Adam asked, the veins on his neck popping.

" I was still a teenager , I planned to live on my own at eighteen but then Reyah ran away so I had no choice but to." I told him as I stopped eating, "...and plus he's my father. I have a duty to bare with him no matter how he is."

" Fuck no, " Adam growled, " that bastard is a sorry excuse of a father."

" He is still my father Adam." I looked him in the eye, " and if it weren't for him we wouldn't be married." I told Adam pointing my fork between the two of us as I talked.

"So What? You fucking forgave him?" Adam asked angrily.

" Obviously No!" I said placing my fork down. "the wound is too deep to be covered with a single Sorry. Five years is a lot of time to forget." I lowly spoke, "And even if I can forgive him, I wouldn't be able to. I'm not like my sister, I don't have a soft heart." I said not looking at Adam but instead the swirls on the edge of my plate

" You've got a brave heart. " Adam said, his hand holding mine, "Any normal woman would break down but you haven't. Your strong and beautiful. And brave and all Mine." He said looking directly at me and I couldn't help the chuckle.
Leave it to Adam to always be possessive.

" Okay Mr Possesive, let's finish eating." I told him giving him a small smile. I ate the chicken and Adam stared at me as I kept attacking all the potatoes. He gave me an amused look and I shrugged. I didn't care about getting fat.

After dinner, Adam asked me if I wanted to watch a movie and I agreed. I wasn't sleepy and it seemed like a good time pass. Adam asked me to choose whatever I wanted to and I chose the Legend of Tarzan . Adams legs were outstretched in front of him as my head laid on his chest. His fingers massaged my scalp as he watched the movie but my mind was else where.

I looked at the dark sky from the windows and watched the stars. I may have looked calm but my thoughts wondered to my father. My father who was a sore subject since my teenage years.

All my time in boarding school, I tried to ignore the fact of how my father was different compared to others. I'd see my friends fathers come and visit their daughter but never would my father come. Even on my birthday, He'd only send a text message saying happy birthday in the evening. I knew he didn't like me. I was wild, crazy and done pranks on people. I was a daredevil because I knew my father would never give a shit about me.

But after Reyah ran away, I tried to change. I changed myself so he would like me, but that was impossible. I was an unlucky child because I was a sick remainder of my grandmother who died and my twin who ran away. And so my father would act harsh towards me, not caring about my feelings. He never asked me my opinion, always ruling me. And now I didn't know what was worse, him actually asking me for forgiveness after all these years? or me feeling miserable at how I tolerated him?

" You're thinking too much?" Adams deep voice broke my chain of thought. "Stop stressing yourself Preciosa. He doesn't deserve it." Adams said as his fingers rubbed my neck.

" Adam I can't help but think about it." I told Adam as my fingers traced the tats on his arm.

"You know I used to see the way my father would treat Reyah and I used to wish badly for his love too. I wanted him to tell me once he was proud of me but he'd never even look at me. He would always be so disappointed with me. And then today, for the first time he initiated a normal conversation with me. A conversation not related to anything regarding the company. Do you know how long I craved for a conversation like that, that when I experienced it today, it wasn't as I expected." I voiced my deepest secrets to Adam. The pain gripping my heart to intense to just keep it to myself.

" I can't help but wonder how my life would be if my father was just a little bit better with me? How would it be if he apologised earlier?" My eyes stung as I spoke.

Why did he apologise now?
Had he just apologised cause my Mother insisted? My mother was stubborn too and she must've made a deal with him. Or was it because Of Reyah?

" Preciosa, he's too late." Adam said and I held my breath at the bitter truth. Five years. He was more than five years late. Moisture filled my eyes but I stopped the tears. No ways was I going to cry, I was way stronger than that. But deep down in my heart, I knew I was still the small girl wanting her fathers love.

" Preciosa, don't look for love in a man who doesn't appreciate you," Adam said lowly, "...and if you really want a fathers love, you always have mine. He loves you immensely already." Adam spoke and I remembered the elder Larsen and how he joked with me. Although, I hadn't really known Adams mother, Leonine Larsen treated me like his daughter. I remembered His kind smile and I felt a little sated.

" And you don't need the love of another man. " Adam lifted my head up from his chest and he gripped my chin, my brown eyes stared directly at his beauteous grey eyes.
"...My love for you is greater than what anyone or anything can give you."Adam said before his soft full lips connected with mine slowly.

His lips moved gently and passionately against mine, making my toes curl and my back arch. I shut my eyes as the pleasure coursed through my body and a traitor tear escaped my eyes but Adam caught it. He moved away from my lips and stared at the drop of salty water on his index. He pressed his kiss against the tear and then bought his lips back to mine. Tasting the little saltiness on his lips caused more tears to flow down my cheeks.

" Sshhh Preciosa." Adam said as he placed my head against his naked torso. But the stupid tears kept flowing. Adam carried me in his arms and laid me flat down on the couch.

He slowly kissed the tears from my cheeks.
" Ada...am." I choked. He hummed as he kissed down my neck. My back arched and Adam removed the shirt from my body followed by my pants. He kept kissing every inch of my body and with every lick he whispered soothing words. When he reached my core, he looked at me.

" Preciosa?" He asked me if it was fine for him to continue and I moaned a reply. He removed all the clothes that were covering our bodies in no time. He moved up until our chests were against each other's before he lifted my hands up. He placed my hands to the side of my head and he stared deep in my broken soul before he thrust into my wetness torturously slowly. He made sweet love to me and with every thrust of his, he said an I love you. He made me orgasm twice on the couch and two more times on our bed. Each time reminding me that indeed no man could love me like him. Each time, he worshipped my body making me feel special. And then I fell asleep in his arms with my body satisfied and my heart beating his name.

The night was the start to countless days where Adam expressed his love to me. Everyday, He'd wake me up by littering kisses all over my face and after a morning kiss, he'd mumble an I Love you in one of the foreign languages he spoke, making me feel like the most content woman on earth.
And why wouldn't I be?
The man I loved, loved me immensely back and there was no greater feeling than that.

And from his every little kiss to his signature smirk, and his every teasing touch, to his every possessive hold, did he make me fall more in love with him.
Because I knew, Mr. Adam Larsen would never leave his Preciosa, he would be with open arms to catch his Sophie Larsen. Always.

THE END.

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Finally, we've reached the end of this book.
(Hopefully I answered all the questions that you guys had. )

Anyhow, hope you guys enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm grateful for every single read, Vote and follow I have received from you guys. Especially the comments, I've read through them all and I've loved how you guys have been so supportive.
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