Page 110 of Undisputed Chaos
His hand drifted lower, fingers ghosting over the curve of my breast. "About what makesmehappy. And spoilingyoumakes me very, very happy."
His touch, though sensual, held no demand, just appreciation, a tactile reminder of his admiration for my body. I leaned into it, craving the connection.
"Then," he continued, his fingers trailing down to trace idlepatterns on my stomach, “you’ll meet my family. Connor and Sierra, Jax and Estelle. They're dying to meet you properly."
He grinned that boyish expression that somehow made him look younger despite his intimidating size and the tattoos covering nearly every inch of his visible skin.
"Fair warning, they'll have questions. Lots of them."
"About what?" I asked, accepting another bite of food.
"About how I managed to convince the prettiest girl in the world to put up with me.”
His hand settled possessively on my thigh, thumb stroking small circles against my skin. "About whether you've seen my knife collection yet. About whether I've been behaving myself."
He chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. "Spoiler alert: I haven't."
I smiled. “What are they like?”
I knew a bit from when I initially researched Adrian online—I’d come across Jax and Connor in many of his photos, same with the girls.
"They'll love you," he said with absolute certainty. "Sierra's sweet, bookish, always has Connor looming over her like a bear. She has a cat named Toffee that I'm absolutely obsessed with, in case that wasn't clear from my many social media posts featuring said cat."
This drew a laugh from me. I'd seen those posts—Adrian, massive and tattooed, cradling a fluffy beige cat with an expression of pure adoration… along with some stranger ones, like the cat in the cockpit of an airplane.
"And Estelle is kind and brilliant. She runs an academy and adopted her nephew when his dad proved to be the worst human on the planet. Jax worships the ground she walks on. You'll get along great."
He set aside the empty containers, pulling me against his chest as he leaned back against the headboard. His hands continued their gentle exploration of my body.
"They're family," he said softly, his lips brushing the top of my head. "The only one I've got. And now, they're yours too."
The simple declaration made my heart swell.
I turned my head to look up at him, finding his green eyes watching me with an expression that made my breath hitch. Intense, possessive, but also achingly vulnerable.
"I'd like that," I whispered.
His smile was bright, transforming his dangerous features into something softer.
He leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle given the hunger and flames I'd witnessed yesterday.
I couldn’t stop smiling as we staggered back through Adrian’s mansion, me balancing a single, modest shopping bag, and him lugging enough loot to make Beverly Hills blush.
It had been a blur of hours in the most exclusive boutiques, every clerk scurrying and simpering as Adrian’s black card cut through their inventory like a guillotine through silk.
We'd spent the entire day at the most exclusive boutiques, Adrian's black card making every sales associate practically bow at our feet.
Honestly, the day hadn’t even started before it turned unforgettable.
In what might have been the worst disguise in history, hot pink hat, designer shades, Adrian had rolled up in a neon green Lamborghini.
As we walked past the velvet ropes and shiny marble, I caught the whirl of whispers. Girls huddled at coffee bars, their eyes wide, their giggles barely muffled.
The phrases circled around me like butterflies and piranhas both:
“That’s Adrian the Catalyst—look at his arms!”
“Omg, is that his girlfriend?”
