CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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Carter Gilmore

I got a call in my office that Adelaide was at my club. Club Eden. As soon as I got there, I saw her dancing with Lucian and another guy and another girl. I saw red. I immediately dragged her away to my office.

Maybe it was a bad idea to bring her to my office. As soon as I had her up against the wall, I knew I made the wrong choice. I kissed her and then yelled at her.

Every word she screamed at me was a gut punch. But it was all true; I was the wrong person. I messed things up badly. I was trying to do right by her, and it ended badly.

Now we're silent in the car, and I'm driving her home. I made sure that Lucian got home safely too. I hate her being mad at me. I can't stand the silence.

"Adelaide, I miss you so badly it kills me. I think about you all the fucking time. It physically hurts you being so close and unable to kiss you," I blurted out.

Her eyes snapped to mine. I can tell she doesn't believe me. She wants to, but she doesn't. "You don't fucking love anyone but yourself. All you ever think about is you,"

"That's not true, Adelaide. I care about you; I was just scared. I don't want to be the thing that holds you back from your potential,"

She laughs. "The fun thing is you weren't holding me back. You were making me better. You protect me with a fiery passion, you get me a job in something I'm passionate about, and you never let me give up on my dreams and tell me constantly that I can be something if I so choose it,"

She's right; I did do all that. So why am I so afraid to fall for her? Maybe I already have, and that's what scares me the most.

What could be of our relationship? I would never be able to love her truly. Not with my daughter being her best friend. It's easier to break it off now before we get attached.

"Adelaide,"

"Just don't understand you. You are so fucking overprotective of me and don't want to be with me. What do you want, Carter?"

"I don't fucking know," I snapped. She went silent, surprised by my outburst. I lowered my voice and repeated. "I just don't know," my voice cracked. She looked at me with sadness and sympathy in her eyes. I didn't deserve her sympathy.

I never wanted something so badly as I do Adelaide. It's like she planted herself inside me and is refusing to leave. I want her in a way I never wanted anyone in my entire existence. She makes me feel alive, and I know.

The age difference is a bad thing. People will look at her and wonder what she's doing with a guy like me or assume she's being abused or manipulated by me.

But they don't know what we know, and maybe it doesn't matter what other people think about it. The only thing I'm really worried about is my daughter hating me and Adelaide.

We arrived at her house. The whole ride, she was asleep against the seat. I reached over and put her hair behind her ears. She looks so fucking peaceful sleeping. I didn't want to wake her up.

Instead, I opened and closed the door gently so she wouldn't wake up. Then I walked over to her side and lifted her from the seat. As I got to the door, I got the keys from her wrist and opened the door.

Shutting the door silently, I walked her to her bed on the far side of the room. Then I pulled her blanket to her neck. She looked so fishing cozy. I wanted to lay next to her.

I decided the next best option was to sleep on the couch to ensure she didn't die while sleeping. I wish that were the reason. I just wanted to be in her space, even if she'll be so mad at me later.

I watched tv in her living room until I fell asleep.

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In the morning, I woke up feeling my backache, but it was worth it. I rise from the bed and find Adelaide in the kitchen wearing the shortest fucking shorts in history and a tank top that leaves nothing to the imagination. This woman is going to kill me.

"Adelaide?" I spoke. She jumped, scared, but when she realized it was me, she relaxed. She turned to face me. Her face turns to anger.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Carter?" She screams at me, her face full of rage. I got why she was mad at me, but I could leave her in her house drunk. I know I couldn't have called Ella, but then I would have to explain how we were together. She didn't notice me sleeping on her couch last night, either.

I stood up and walked up to her. "I stayed to make sure you were okay,"

I made sure I was calm. The last thing I needed was to get into an argument with her now. I'm so sick and tired of fighting with her.

"I'm not fucking okay, Carter, and it's because of you because you keep treating me like I'm a sensitive little flower that can get crushed at any moment, and I'm stronger than that," she states.

"I know," I admit. She looks at me, confused. I had never said I was wrong before, especially, to Adelaide. I can see the smirk come up on her lips. She has a sneaky plan.

She knees in front of me, pulling my belt from its buckle and then pulling my pants to my ankles. She pulls my underwear to my feet and looks up at me innocently, but I know she's nothing of the sort. Now, she's kneeling in front of me.

"Fuck my mouth hard until I gag and tears fall. Then, you'll realize I'm not the delicate little flower you think I am,"

My mouth is wide open, staring down at her. She has a smirk on her face. "Cat caught your tongue Mr. Gilmore?" she teased.

This woman is going to be the end of me.
She takes my cock into her mouth. I groaned as she deep throat my cock. I pushed her head back and gave in to what she wanted. She gagged. A smile rises on her lips.

She looks so pretty with her lips cock wrapped around my cock. "Such a good girl," I praised her. She hums against my cock.

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