Page 41 of To Hate Adam Connor

I groaned.

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We made it to the premiere in one piece, and I was wearing the powder pinkish-nude dress with the plunging neckline as my boobs said hi to everyone glancing my way. I wasn’t complaining, not really. I looked good after all. Olive, though…Olive looked phenomenal in Jason’s arms. She wasn’t the leading actress in the movie, but that was how the media was portraying her, and she definitely got more attention than the actual leading actress. It was Jason and Olive. The night was theirs. I was so happy for her, so freaking happy that she’d found what she was looking for.

Me? There was no sign of my killer dick, yet. I was hopeful, though; I’d keep looking.

I stood at the end of the red carpet where Olive and Jason were answering questions for the reporters. As soon as we’d exited the car, Jason had secured her hand in his and from what I could see, he still hadn’t let go of her. I smiled and was actually thinking about sneaking inside where I’d heard I could find an open bar when someone spoke behind me.

“What are you doing here?”

That voice. I stiffened, but unfortunately couldn’t stop the goose bumps from making an appearance. Slowly I turned around.

Adam freaking Connor.

Dear God…

He looked good enough to fuck out in the open. I could’ve had so much fun with him if only he weren’t such a bastard.

“What are you doing here?” I asked instead of answering him.

His eyes dropped to my boobs, and he frowned. I frowned too and looked down to make sure nothing was wrong. When I couldn’t find anything wrong, I put my hands on my boobs and lifted my eyes back to his. He was still looking.

Smiling sweetly, I tilted my head and asked, “Would you like to touch them?”

His eyes flew up to mine and his frown deepened. “What?” He shook his head. “Never mind. What are you doing here?”

“What do you think I’m doing here?” I asked back, dropping my fake smile. You’d think he would be at least a little nicer after I looked after his son, right? But nope, not this one.

He closed his eyes and sighed. “Ah. Right. You came with Jason and Olive.”

“Bingo. You win the smartest guy award,” I deadpanned.

“I’m sorry, when I saw you here, I thought…”

“Don’t tell me you thought I was stalking you.” He stayed silent, so I frowned. Forcing myself to soften my gaze, I leaned forward and whispered, “Fuck you, okay?” His gaze hardened, and I leaned back. “You’re hot and all, I’ll give you that much, but I don’t like you enough to stalk you. Now, if you were Henry Cavill…that would change things.”

“Good to know you gave up on stalking me and moved on to Henry.”

And back to the start… “Who the hell do you think you are? I wasn’t stalking you,” I said through gritted teeth as someone bumped into me; Adam caught me by my arms before I could lose my balance and tackle him. I froze. My hands might have been splayed on his chest, but I would not admit to copping a feel.

“Are you okay?” he asked, dipping his head to look at my face.

Was I okay? Well, he smelled nice, so that was okay. His chest was hard under my hands too.

“No thanks to you,” I mumbled, looking anywhere but his eyes.

Exactly at that moment, Jason and Olive decided to join us. “Hey, guys,” Jason said as we broke apart.

“Hi,” Olive added, smiling big at Adam. Jason pulled her closer to his side.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight,” Jason said to Adam as Olive gave me a questioning look. I looked away. It was such a beautiful night.

The Giant—Adam’s bodyguard—appeared out of nowhere. “Adam, she’s posing. You’ll have to catch her before she goes in.”

Adam nodded and looked at Jason. “It was a last minute decision. If you’ll excuse me, I have to talk to Adeline.” He stepped away then looked back at Olive with a small smile on his face. “You look beautiful, Olive, congratulations on your success.”

Olive blushed, and Adam left. I rolled my eyes and grumbled under my breath. “Suck up.”

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