𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 24

Sexual content warning. The contents in this chapter might trigger some people so they are requested to skip some certain part of the chapter. 

Adrik : 

I specifically told her to be on time. She was late. She was supposed to be at 7. It's 7:20 right now. I should have gone home first and then come here. Arthur organised this event for the victory in our fight with the Irish and my marriage. It was out of control by the time Jeremy and Lev reached there. Vani, Vikram's daughter was severely injured, at least not raped. Kiara is also here and Vikram is supposed to be here but is not here yet. Seeing her covered in blood it reminded me of Isa, her body covered in blood. However, we saved her. Dimitri could not join me because of some shit going on with his wife, Lia. According to what I know, he messed up real bad and now is sticking his dick to her, trying to win her back.

"Adrik, where is she?" Jeremy quietly asks me. He's wearing a sharp black suit and has his blond hair styled, giving him a classy look.

" Let me check my pocket," I tell him, looking in my pocket. This is the hundredth time he is asking me this as if I know where she is. Luca told me that they were on their way.

He gives me literally the worst look ever with a side eye as I tell him, " Not in here" with a shrug.

Enough.

" I'm going home, cover for me." I murmur to Jeremy and leave.

I get into my Rolls Royce and drive at the fastest speed I can. I dial to Luca and tell him to stay at the penthouse. I knew he was lying. Why the hell was she late? Did she have another panic attack? Is she well?

God, shut up.

I reach my penthouse and rush to our bedroom. There I find her sitting on the bed looking like a goddess. She actually looks like a goddess. Goddess of sin. She owns the colour red.

" Click your pictures later, who will you send it to anyway?" I ask as I enter the room and see her click her picture. Her eyes collide with mine and I gaze into her intense green eyes.

" My brother, aren't we getting late?" she asks me, narrowing her eyes.

Seriously?

" Yes, we are. Come." I tell her as she rushes to her wardrobe and gets white flats.

Flats?

" Shouldn't you wear heels or something?" I ask her.

" Yes I should but I don't like them." she tells me, putting on her flats.

"Wear heels," I commanded, standing beside her, scanning her abundant shoe collection.

"That pair, put those on," I instruct, pointing to a set of white transparent heels.

"I said no, in case you didn't hear," she retorts, raising her eyebrows.

"I didn't ask you," I replied, grabbing the heels and dropping to my knees.

"What are you doing?" she asks, her eyes wide in shock as she takes a step back.

"I'm helping you put them on," I say with a nonchalant shrug.

"Adrik... You don't need to," she insists, still clearly surprised.

Why is she so surprised? It's just her husband on his knees for his wife. A goddess.

"We're running late, come here," I urged, slipping the heels onto her feet.

Grace :

He got on his knees. For me. Adrik got on his knees for me. For his wife. He literally got on his knees to help me or actually force me to wear heels. My father always forced me to wear heels to the events I had to accompany because of my apparent short height. Heels are a bad idea. They also remind me of that dreadful night, where I was powerless.