Jett withdrew his gun before Adam appeared behind us.

"Where's Mario?" He asked while putting his phone in his navy blue blazer pocket.

"Playing with some chick," Jett replied as he crashed his cigarette on the grey ashtray that the bartender set in front of him.

"Can we go to my office?" Adam looked at his uncle who nodded and stood up.

Jett made his way to the back of the bar leaving us behind.

I was glued to the chair. My hands were shaking at the event that happened two seconds ago. I was looking ahead of me not noticing the face that was an inch away from mine.

"Are you okay?" Adam asked with a concerned voice, lifting his hand to reach my back, comforting me.

My body tingles at the tenseness that was circling between us. He moved his hand up to where my bare skin was showing. Instinctively, I pressed myself on the counter in front of me, feeling my spine burning as his palm sat on it.

"Adam." I hummed, immediately biting down on my lips, refraining myself from doing anything stupid.

"Yes." He said fanning my cheek with his hot breath.

I shut my eyes, before slowly opening them and taking a deep breath.

"I'm fine." I pushed myself from the chair. My heels were about to touch the floor before stumbling on them. Two arms grasped my waist holding me straight up. I looked up from the chest that was blocking my view. Muscular arms encircled my small waist as he lured me closer to him.

His eyes were glistening with amusement, smirking down at me. The lights above us, made the bright blue lines in his eyes pop up. I felt my cheeks burning, my hands were pressing on his hard chest, feeling his heartbeat accelerating with each passing second.

"Don't want my assistant tripping to death." He whispered huskily after leaning down to my ear.

He let go of me before waving for me to follow his steps. I tried my best not to stumble on my heels once again. My back felt warm at the spot where his hand was. He was walking nonchalantly like nothing just happened as if he was used to these things.

You are too.

I shook my head, noticing I changed these past few days.

We reached the end of the bar, We stood in front of the door before Adam opened it.

The room was dim, he calmly turned the lights on, showing Jett who was sitting on the couch all along.

The office back in his company was way bigger. This room was painted in dark grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the main road. On the grey desk sat a desktop computer, and a notebook lying open. A swivel chair was placed behind the big desk. Jett was sitting on a side couch his legs laying on the table in front of him.

"There's someone out there to get you, Adam," Jett started rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb.

"I know uncle." Adam made his way behind the big desk facing the side of the couch that Jett was sitting in.

I strode to the empty seat on the other side, plopping myself in it.

"Some rumours are playing around, that Phillips thinks we killed his daughter." Said Jett, "Sophia Phillips. To be honest it felt like someone caused the accident on purpose." He sighed laying both his elbows on the arms of the sofa.

"You think?" Adam furrowed his eyebrows at what Jett just said.

"I don't think, I know. The problem was in the engine." Jett shifted his gaze from the low table separating us, to Adam's gaze. "So it wasn't you?" He arched his brow at his nephew.

Adam only shook his head to the sides.

"Poor girl, although it's good she's dead now." Adam glared at his uncle, before setting his eyes on me.

I leaned back in my seat, feeling a tug in my chest as his gaze laid on my face. I straightened my posture. My heart was beating in the rhythm of the sounds of footsteps coming through the door no time passed until I felt my seat sinking in.

Adam held my gaze, his lips parted but nothing came out. My head started to spin, tension grew in my face and limbs, my mind replaying the last attack that I had. I tried getting up, setting my hand on the side of my head. Sweat started building up, I tried clearing my sight, by fluttering my lashes repeatedly. My heart was hammering in my chest. I tried so hard to control my crazy breaths. I started hearing someone in my right ear, but I couldn't make out the clouded words.

I sensed arms hugging my waist down to the seat. Fingers made their way caressing my cheeks slowly. The figure in front of me was blurred, a glass of water set on my lips. I lifted my head drinking slowly the water.

The hand shifted to my hair. I finally heard the sound of a door being closed. I looked to the face that was holding the drink.

"Better?" He asked, and I silently nod. "Care to explain what happened?"

I shook my head. Adam sat next to me in silence, the glass in his hand, looking down at it.

"Th-Thank you." Words grew out of my mouth, I looked around noticing that Jett and Mario left the room.

"Did I ruin the reunion?" I asked turning to my left side to look at Adam. He smiled before holding the glass of water in front of him. He looked in silence at the stain of my lipstick on it. Then he casually held the glass to his mouth, his lips on the stain as he sipped from it.

The scene blew me away, I felt a weird sensation in the pit of my stomach.

I'm sure for him it was nothing.

For me, it felt like the world came crashing down at me, my body was numb. No words could come out as I swallowed down on air.

When he finished the last drops of water, he turned towards me, tucking his right foot under his left knee. He made eye contact, scratching his beard with his free hand.

"You didn't." He said confidently, my mouth formed an o shape.

"You did one thing." He said as a smile cracked upon his structured face.

I arched my eyebrow at him, my lips pulling up to both sides.

"Making the coldest Boss angry." He grinned pointing at the door where Jett just left.

"So I did ruin it," I stated, and this time he shrugged laughing. "It's okay though, it was plain boring, there was nothing left to talk about." He touched my hand slowly, before swiftly drawing it away, coughing.

"You sure?" He nodded silently, placing the glass on the table next to us.

"You feel better?" He asked, placing his palm under his chin, laying his elbow on the back of the couch.

"Yes, thank you." He watched me looking around the room in silence.

"Tomorrow-" He started, grabbing my attention.

He cleared his throat when my eyes made contact with his.

He let himself admire me as if I was some rare pearl. My breath kept hitching. My eyes drowning in his grey ones. He clenched his jaw, dropping his hand on the side. Lightly touching the long sleeve of my dress.

"Tomorrow." He said again looking down at my exposed legs, making me shift in my seat.

"Yes?" I had the courage to finally speak.

"We are going to Mexico."

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