gasp and get turned on which initially leads to them having sex.”
“He did what?!” I exclaimed with wide eyes, looking over to Adrian with a mortified expression.
“I missed you?” he tried with a sheepish grin.
I felt the corners of my mouth pull up into a grin before running into his arms, wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him in for a long, lingering kiss on the lips.
Allen and Amy instantly began groaning at our kiss, and we pulled away laughing.
“How did you find me?” I asked curiously as Adrian’s grip tightened itself around my waist once we pulled away.
“That fucking idiot left his location accuracy on when he sent a super creepy photo of you sleeping before we found you. We tracked it straight away and walked in just as David left.” Adrian scoffed arrogantly as we both tried to get our breathing under control again.
“Thank you.” I breathed, tightening my own grip around his torso as I buried my face into the crook of his neck
His familiar scent engulfed my senses, and for the first time in a while, I finally felt safe.
Chapter Twenty-nine
“Tell me about your current mood.”
“Annoyed,” I replied through gritted teeth, sending a glare in Adrian’s direction. “Because my idiot of a boyfriend thinks I need therapy when I’ve told him countless times that I’m fine and do not need it.”
He ignored my response. “Answer Dr. Palmer’s question.”
“I did!” I exclaimed in exasperation.
“No, you responded sarcastically and aimed the answer at me. Is that a sign that she’s been mentally traumatised?” Adrian asked with a worried grimace as he turned his attention back to the therapist in front of us.
Dr. Palmer just smiled coolly after looking in between the both of us. “No, Mr. Kingston. Everything looks fine with Emily, and your support is playing a big role in that.”
Adrian smirked. “I think it’s more the sex that I’m giving her that’s playing a role.”
“Adrian!” I exclaimed, feeling my cheeks burn up in mortification. “Can we please leave? I need to start dinner for my parents,” I brought up anxiously, trying to steer the conversation away from the road it was heading in.
“Oh, I forgot about that. Can’t you tell them to come another day? I wanted to eat MacDonald’s.” Adrian pouted, getting off the brown leather sofa sulkily.
“Sure. As long as you call up my mom and tell her the reason behind cancelling the first dinner she’s had with her daughter since she was kidnapped,” I replied smugly, also getting off the sofa.
Adrian cringed at my condition. “Dinner with the in-laws sounds great!” he cheered sarcastically.
“I assume this is the first and last session you’re having with me?” Dr. Palmer spoke up, amusement lacing her tone.
I smiled guiltily. “Yes, it is. I really am fine; he’s just overacting and brought me here by force.” I sent another glare in Adrian’s direction, who was smirking at my reaction.
“It’s better to be safe than sorry, Shortcake.” Adrian wrapped an arm around my waist.
“Thank you for your time. I’m so sorry for wasting it,” I told Dr. Palmer, who was still smiling at both Adrian and me.
“Oh sweetie, it’s fine. You didn’t waste it at all; in fact, this was actually one of my funniest sessions with a client.”
“Because of me, obviously. Emily wouldn’t know humour if it hit her in the face with a French glove,” Adrian scoffed arrogantly.
“Shut up.” I scowled, glaring up at him again.
He smirked in response and placed a quick peck on my lips before I was able to pull away. He grinned at himself in satisfaction when I scowled at him.
“Asshole.”
“I didn’t think you’d want to try it, Shortcake. The heart wants what it wants though-”
“Stop!” I shrieked, flushing in mortification once again at his suggestion and at the fact that he was speaking so openly about it in front of Dr. Palmer.
“Why? Don’t worry about it Shortcake,” Adrian said, as if he was able to read my mind. “There’s that whole doctor-patient confidentiality thing that I had to sign for us, Dr. Palmer won’t say anything to anyone.”
I groaned and shook my head at his argument. “Let’s leave now, please.”
He chuckled. “Okay, okay; no need to get your panties in a twist. I like to do that for you.” He smirked.
“LEAVE, ADRIAN.” I yelled, not wanting Dr. Palmer to hear any more of the conversation.
“It was nice to meet you, Emily!” Dr. Palmer called out in amusement.
“You too!” I replied, still humiliated over the conversation she had just witnessed.