Chapter 5 The Price Of A Kiss

ADDISON'S P.O.V.

As I danced with Caleb, my date, I occasionally stole glances at Adam and Elara dancing; he looked every bit like a groom, his tailored black suit gone, leaving only his undershirt, tie, and black pants. And Elara looks like a golden queen in her champagne dress, her smile radiant as she dances with him.

I once caught Adelson's grey eyes watching me like a hawk, ready to step in if I ever think of making any wrong choice.

Time passed, and the night deepened, giving people a chance to slip away or not care what others were doing. My parents left the party early, and my brother stayed back to keep an eye on me since I wasn't ready to leave.

I twirl my glass of champagne and look around lazily, hoping to glimpse the one who causes my heart to ache, instead I catch my brother with a dark, shining-haired young lady. I am sure he was working his charms on her. I giggled, clearly tipsy, before looking away.

"Come, let's go."

I did not need to look at who grabbed my wrist; the electric waves that ran through my body and made me shiver gave me the answer. The smell of his fragrance gave him away as well, but I let him drag me away, away from the unsuspecting eyes and into a dimly lit area.

I giggled as soon as we faced each other, blushing so hard. Even in the dim light, I could see his handsome face and his tousled hair-truly handsome, I thought, wanting to stroke his face.

"Shouldn't you be with your bride?" I asked instead, trying to sober up and regain my little remaining sense and dignity.

I continued when I saw the sadness in his eyes. "You can't pretend for a night that you are happy? That you made the right choice!"

He flinched at my statement and looked away before looking back at me. "It wasn't my choice," he whispered. "If I had a say in the matter, I would have chosen you over and over again," he spoke slowly, caressing my cheeks and trying to make the words sink in.

"What do you want from me, Adam?" I asked, my fortitude breaking down under his touch. His touch was intoxicating, and I hated how I felt weak under it.

"You already chose her; you are married now." I said, with glistening eyes. "I love you and I want you, but-"

Before I could finish my sentence, his lips crushed mine; it wasn't gentle or slow-it was rough, desperate, speaking in volumes of how we feel, every word that went unspoken, and I loved every second of it.

"That was my first kiss," I said, blushing as we separated, gasping for air.

"I know," he said softly, looking at me with pure adoration. "I will go slowly this time," he said before planting his lips on mine.

True to his words, he started slowly while stroking my neck with his back palm.

"I can't hold back anymore," he murmured against my lips.

He suddenly pushed me against the wall, his right hand wrapped around my waist, and drew me to make me feel his member. His left hand napped my back neck while he kissed me with urgency and need.

"I want you too," he whispered before reclaiming my lips.

As I tried to touch him, he pushed me back and pinned both of my hands above my head before gazing at me with lust.

"Baby, if you touch me, I will have no reservations," he mumbled, his voice thick with desire.

And I did not mind. I threw away my control and little dignity as I wiggled my hands out of his hold and wrapped them around his neck, then placed my lips on his, caressing them before kissing him. As the kiss deepened, my boldness increased. I arched my back against the wall, wrapped my left leg around his waist, and drew him close. He got the message, grabbed my waist, and gently lifted me up, and I happily wrapped both legs around his waist.

His hand gently lifted my gown and caressed my skin while kissing me, driving me insane. I pushed closer to him, hoping to become one with him, but felt his fully erect dick.

He broke the kiss and, with a hoarse whisper, said, "I can take you here."

He kissed my forehead and added, "But I won't. Show me your suite."

"I-I didn't book a room. Came from home." I responded, still flush.

"Okay," he said, his expression contemplative. "I know where to take you," he said, and without waiting for me to respond, he resumed kissing me with reckless passion while carrying me away, my legs still wrapped around his waist.

He placed my back against the door suite and pulled out a card to swipe. We were quite lucky that we didn't get caught on our way to the room. As soon as we got to the bed, he broke the kiss and dropped me gently. He stood up and started untying his tie while I looked around the room. There were decorations everywhere, including a banner that read 'Happy married life.'

'Fuck! This was his suite with his wife.'

"Tonight you are my wife," he said as he noticed my panicked expression. He climbed the bed and gently kissed me, "I love you, Addison Storm. I have loved you for a long time." He spoke with affection as he pulled up my gown, love shimmering in his eyes.

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"You look sick, Addison. Are you alright?" Adelson raised his eyebrows as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

"No, I have been feeling sick for a while." I managed to respond with a shaky voice as I bit my nails.

"You should go to the hospital. I will drive you there. I doubt you will be able to drive yourself there." He said while bouncing his feet and rubbing his hand on his shorts, as if to contain his worry.

I chuckle. "You seem more worried than me. Fine! I will go to the hospital, and you can be my chauffeur. I can't ignore your pleas to serve me." I managed a sly smile before getting up from my bed.

"When are you returning to college? Class must have started by now," he asked softly.

"Yes, classes have started. I will head back in two days. I am glad that I have already packed into my dorm." I replied weakly.

I thought back to the day my parents drove me to school. It was a week before Adam's wedding. They stayed overnight in a hotel, and the next day, we all drove home.

It has been nearly two months since classes resumed and more than two months since Adam's wedding, and I have refused to return to school, expecting Adam to visit me on my birthday with gifts, as he always does. It was a week ago and he didn't come or call.

"Aren't you going to get ready?" My brother's voice pulled me back to the present.

I glared at my brother, who was still standing in my room. "Are you going to leave? I need to prepare; give me an hour."

"I will give you two," he said, giving me an overall check before walking away.

Hours later, I slid into his car after the doctor's appointment.

"What did the doctor say?" he asked as soon as I opened the car door.

"Calm down, let me get seated first." I snapped and closed the car door.

"It's nothing, just cold. The doctor gave me some medication." I answered with a shrug.

"Where is it?" He asked suspiciously.

"Where is what?" I asked, irritated, trying not to meet his gaze.

"The medications, Addison! Let me see what you were given!" He asked, frustration clear as daylight on his face, making him look older than sixteen.

"I already took them in the doctor's office. Why all these questions, Adelson!" I asked, firing back at him. Sometimes I think he forgets that I am the older one here.

"Because you have yet to tell me where you were the night of Adam's wedding. Where the hell were you, Addison Storm!" He enquired, raising his voice, the faint scar on his brow becoming apparent, his frustration morphing into something else: fear?

"That question again? I was surprised you did not ask me this morning because you usually do every day, like an anthem. Is that the 'new normal'?"

"You are avoiding it again! Addison, what did you do?" He asked, with fear evident on his face.

"Take me home or I will get down and find my way home." I said, before facing my window.

With that he got my message, and with a sharp sigh, he started the engine and drove, but the tension in the car was enough to suffocate us.

As soon as we got home, I got down without a second glance at him and rushed into the house. Without greeting my parents, who were watching a program, I climbed the stairs, entered my room, locked my door behind me, and sank into my bed.

It was late evening when I was sure that everyone was either out or in bed that I stepped out of my room and out of my house into the chilly night, covered in a black hoodie and joggers. My heart pounds as I make my way to the mall, hoping no one will recognise me.

I really needed to make sure that the assumption wasn't true.

With the plastic bag under my hoodie, I quietly crept into my room, locked it behind me, and went to my bathroom. It took five, ten, or fifteen minutes; I really can't tell before I got the courage to check the test strip.

Two bright lines!

My breath caught as I stared at the truth, tears welling in my eyes.

I knew my life was over. I was pregnant at nineteen, for Adam Scott, a man who got married just two months ago!