Adele Kelly

The words he just spoke have exactly the same impact as a bomb he would have dropped on my heart. I'm totally unsettled and confused. I don't understand what's happening and why he is even here. What does he mean? Why would he even want to kiss me in the first place? I'm just the typical average girl and this hot and magnificent multimillionaire could have the most beautiful women under his thumb. Why me? I'm only seventeen. How can I even attract this man? I don't know what to say and I just keep staring straight into his beautiful green eyes.

But as time goes by, I realize one thing. I want to kiss him too. After all, could I really reject the advances of such a man? I bite into my bottom lips as Mr. Styles' forest green eyes are staring at me and, for the very first time, I don't find him that intimidating. It's more like he is actually begging me for this. But despite myself, I stay still, unable to move and paralyzed by fear and desire.

"Would you let me kiss you, Adele?" he asks with a lot of respect in his voice. I gulp at his question. Who does even ask that kind of thing this way?

I'd just have to nod and his lips would crash onto mine. But I still have so many questions for him, so many things to ask him. I'm completely lost.

"Why me?" I ask because this is the first thing that crosses my mind. I really need to know why he chose me over a taller and more beautiful woman of his age. He frowns and straightens up to stand there, in front of my bed. Then, he just shrugs.

"How could I explain that? I don't know, it's just the way it is," he answers and it's my turn to frown.

"What about my sister? You seem to get along with each other. She's older, prettier, more-" I say to justify myself but he doesn't let me finish.

"I'm absolutely not interested in her," he says very seriously, cutting me off. "Adele, it's obvious you have a lack of self-confidence," Mr. Styles states, annoyance clear in his voice. Is he annoyed with me? I suddenly feel ashamed of my previous question. "I don't like women who put themselves down, it's quite annoying for a man, you know," he continues and I low my head. His tone softened but I can see just by the way he looks that he is deeply serious.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want you to-" I stammer.

"Don't worry, it's fine, you are young. But I don't want you to feel like you are forced to do anything you don't want to do," he says, making himself clear.

"You don't force me, I want it to," I say, trying to sound absolutely sure this time.

Words got out of my mouth without I even realized them. His little smirk grows bigger and I start smiling too. I slowly walk on my knees to the edge of my bed and get up. Even now that I'm standing on my mattress, I'm barely taller than he is and it reminds me of how tall he actually is.

I just stand here a few inches away from him and he places his hand on mine, slowly trailing it upwards my arm to my neck. He looks at me with softness before leaning forward to gently put his lips on mine. My legs are like jelly and I wonder how come I haven't fell down yet. At the beginning, I'm almost paralyzed by the realization of what I'm actually doing but he slowly moves his lips against mine and then, little by little, I gain confidence.

I already kissed boys, obviously, but I've never kissed my father's boss who's ten years older than I am, but his kind and soft gestures help me to gain confidence. He strokes my cheek with his fingertips and I immediately love the way he seems to take my age and non-experience in consideration. He is careful to make the right moves. Then, I eventually let myself go and my hands move up to his neck and my fingers run into his curly long brown hair.

"Here we are," he whispers against my mouth then smiles.

All of a sudden, a knock echoes in the room. I jump backwards and let myself fall on the bed, panicked and embarrassed. Mr. Styles' eyes widen before he turns around towards my door. I know that, even if he seems to remain calm, he is worried as well. What if we get caught in the act? Consequences would be grave, especially for him.

"Are you all done with saying goodbye, Adele?" my mother says when she enters my room all smile.

"Absolutely, Mrs. Kelly," Mr. Styles replies, smiling at me. "I was about to get down actually."

When mum looks at me, sat on my bed, I blush and immediately lower my head. It may be stupid but I feel like she could reads in my eyes what just happened between Mr. Styles and me.

"Alright," she says and then turns around to leave.

Mr. Styles follows her to the corridor, but before closing the door, he slides his head through the tiny opening.

"Meet me on Monday at the cafeteria," he says and closes the door behind him.

*

Harry Styles

As I'm driving back home, the only thing I can think about is what just happened tonight. I know it's all a big mistake, but surely one of the best mistake I could ever make. I have been thinking about this girl for a week now and I surely couldn't leave without finding out. I had to kiss her and she let me do. Now I hope she will come on Monday. So a part of me is completely alive, light and relieved after a long frustrating week.

Yet, another more reasonable part of me feels guilty and bad for that. Josephine didn't ask anything. She didn't ask to be cheated on, she has always been a great and carrying girlfriend. I don't want to hurt her but I just can't help it. For years now tonight, I felt thrilled. I'm not saying I'm in love with this little Adele girl, no, not at all. I just think danger excites me and it will make my life more stimulating.

I know it's risky and not only with my relationship with Josephine, but also towards the law. Adele is only seventeen and I could go to jail.

But she's so pretty and she doesn't even seem to see it. I noticed that tonight and I'd be glad to help her to gain self-confidence, to make her love her body.

As I park the Audi in the driveway, I feel guilt growing bigger in my stomach. Josephine is upstairs and she may has been waiting for me all this time as I show up after kissing a seventeen year old. I don't regret it, but I feel bad for Jo'. An idea suddenly crosses my mind as I walk upstairs. I'll make love to her tonight, it will maybe help me to kill this unpleasant feeling of guilt.

*

The following day, I woke up at 7. It's Saturday and I usually don't go to work but today is different. As soon as I opened my eyes, I thought about last night and about Adele. It was unsettling. And even yesterday, after I made love to Josephine for more than an hour, I couldn't get rid of that unpleasant feeling of guilt. It even got stronger.

Josephine is lying down naked in the sheets next to me. I get up and put Calvin Klein boxers on. I need to get some fresh air and the only place I think of his my office. At least, I could say I had to work on some important and unfinished projects. I know I should be trying to avoid Josephine because it's not the solution of my problem, but I don't want to see her this morning.

I don't feel guilty because I kiss another girl. I want more excitements in my life and I feel guilty for doing that to Josephine. I fear that the feeling would get worst and worst each day and would then push me into doing something very bad. Because, let's be honest, how could this story only end? Bad, obviously. Yet, I can't help it. But I don't want to leave Josephine, and let alone for a seventeen year-old girl. I have a certain future with Josephine, but I just need a distraction at the moment, and that distraction have a name, it's Adele Kelly.

I let a word on the table in the kitchen for Josephine to let her know I'll come back from work when I'm done with it. André is waiting for me in the Mercedes in front of the gates of the propriety just as I asked him to do so. I should think about giving him a pay increase because he's been my driver for five years now and he has always been on time whenever I ask him to come to pick me up. But I just give him a $20 tip for now when he opens up the car door for me. He thanks me and smiles at me.

Mrs Smith doesn't work today and the reception hall is empty. I walk to the lift and then head to the cafeteria when I reach the fifty-fifth floor. I didn't even take the time to have a proper breakfast. Corridors are deserted, there's nobody here at 7 on a Saturday morning. I then shut myself in my office and I'm glad to find a 800 pages file to work on. It's going to take my mind off everything for some hours.

At twelve, Josephine calls me. I pick up immediately.

"Hello?" I say through the phone.

"Hi babe, it's me. I just wanted to know if you're gonna come back for lunch," she says in a sweet tone.

I sigh because I really don't want to, but I have to, for her. I couldn't avoid her endlessly and I haven't been the perfect boyfriend lately; I come back home late and I have dinner out several times a week, I barely see her - not forgetting the Kelly case. So even if I make up for not being there by buying her shoes and clothes, I know it's not what she's really excepting from me.

"Sure, I'll be right there. Just give me some time to finish my report," I tell her in a monotonous voice.

"See you soon then, I love you," she speaks truthfully.

"Me too," I simply say and then hang up the phone before getting back to work.

*

When I get back home, I get a whiff of a delicious smell of something I know too well. It comes from the kitchen and I put my stuff on the leather armchair in the hall and don't even bother to hang my coat on the coat rack.

When I enter the kitchen, I'm surprised to find Josephine cooking. I thought it was Carmen, our maid, because Josephine generally never cooks. She hates that. She hears me coming and turns around to give me a bright smile. She's only wearing tracksuit bottoms and a skin-tight vest top but she's still beautiful. I frown when I notice she is wearing a bun - she never does that. Adele's little figure pops up in my mind and I can't help but thinking it suits her better.

I shake my head to chase the thought away. This isn't the right time to think about her, especially when Jo' is nearby. She comes closer to me and slides her hands under my suit jacket. She brings our bodies closer and holds me tight. Josephine has a real model figure and she's almost as tall as I am so she kisses me easily. It's more complicated with Adele, who's way smaller and... Goddamn it, I have to stop with that! I can't have her under my skin already.

Josephine kisses me and shows me all the love she feels for me and I feel now even more guilty. For this reason, I don't kiss her back and she notices it.

"Babe, what's happening? You seem... quite absent at the moment," she says worried.

"I'm sorry Jo', I have some trouble at work," I tell her because it's always the best excuse. She knows how hard and important my job is, that I need to work a lot and that I often have trouble to deal with. She simply nods before giving me a peck on the lips and letting me go.

"I made your favorite meal, you know that French one, hum... with beef," she tells me but doesn't seem to find her words.

"Boeuf bourguignon," I remind her with a smile.

"Yes, that's it!"

She gives me another bight smile before coming back to the cooker. She's right, it's my favorite meal. I discovered it two years ago when I came to Paris on a business trip. Since I invest in three French society, I go to France about every six months and I enjoy the gastronomy. I usually eat that meal once or twice each time and Josephine knows that. So she wanted to please me with cooking my favorite meal. To think that I'm far from being the perfect boyfriend. I don't deserve her at all.

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Lovelies, I deeply am sorry for being inactive all this time. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'll try to update soon. If you see any mistakes, please let me know. Let me know what y'all thing. Ily all. Ella. xx