HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 126

Chapter one hundred and twenty six

Bianca

“Adrian, what’s wrong?” I asked, moving closer properly now.

“Nothing,” he said, “It’s just work. Come sit.”

“That didn’t look like nothing.”

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“Bianca.” He said my name like a small warning, patting the space on the couch beside his desk. “Sit and eat something with me before you go back out.”

I studied him for a second longer, but his face had already smoothed back into the easy calm. I decided not to push, not ver and crossed the room to sit where he pointed.

“So,” I said, cutting into my food, “since I’m technically your wife now, do I get a say in decorating this place? Because that dining room needs serious help.”

He laughed and that made the tension around his eyes disappear for a moment. “You’ve been here one night and you’re already trying to take over my house.”

“I have vision, Adrian.”

“You have opinions,” he said, and I threw a piece of toast at him without thinking twice, watching him catch it out of the air like he was expecting me to do that.

I expected the car to take me home after that, back to the house to check on Emma first before going to work, but his driver pulled straight up outside my office instead.

“I thought we were going to my house?” I asked.

“The boss said to bring you here,” the driver replied.

“Okay,” I said already reaching for my phone as I climbed out, dialing Emma while I walked toward the office entrance.

She picked up on the third ring, sounding a little out of breath. “There you are.”

“How are you? How’s the reading going?”

“I’m good, actually very good,” Emma said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “The entrance exam starts tomorrow, but mine isn’t until the day after.”

“Okay, good, that gives you a little more time to breathe,” I said, pushing through the glass doors, phone still pressed to my ear as I nodded at the receptionist. “You know you really don’t have to stress yourself over this, right? Whenever you feel too tired to read, just pause. Don’t push it.”

“I know, I know,” she said, though the tiredness in her voice said otherwise.

“I mean it, Emma.”

“Yes ma’am,” she said, laughing a little.

“And the lady with you?” I asked.

“She’s here too.”

“Alright. I just got to work, let me go.” I said, already slowing near my desk. “Call me if you need anything. Love you.”

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Love you too. Go be a boss’s wife or whatever.”

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I laughed and hung up before she could say anything else, sliding into my seat just as my laptop finished booting up.

Work swallowed the rest of my morning whole. I barely looked up from my desk until midday, sketches and emails piling on top of each other until it was finally break time and my phone buzzed against my keyboard and Amanda’s name flashed across the screen.

“So,” she said the second I picked up, no greeting, no warning, “I called Emma last night.”

“Okay.”

“And Emma told me you went out with my boss.” She paused. “Or should I say, your husband now?”

I choked on the water I just sipped, coughing hard enough that a coworker two desks over glanced up at me. “Amanda.”

“I’m just saying, if I had known you liked your men rich, powerful, and technically your employer, I would have introduced you two ages ago,” she said, and I could hear the grin in her voice even through the phone, she was teasing me on purpose

“Amanda! Please not now.”

“When?,” she said, laughing now and no matter how hard I tried, I started laughing too, pressing a hand over my mouth to keep it quiet enough that the whole office didn’t turn to stare.

She teased me a while longer, asking questions I dodged and details I refused to give, before finally letting me go with a promise that this conversation was far from over.

The rest of my afternoon moved a little easier after that, the other design department decided to join in the project and I was the happiest person on the team to hear that.

Later, I got pulled into a meeting with the design department, something about restructuring a few ongoing projects, and that was where I met the new head of design, a tall handsome man who introduced himself as Ryan. He smiled a little too easily with me and wouldn’t stop complimenting my last set of sketches.

“You’ve got a good eye,” he said afterward, catching me by the door as everyone filed out. “I would love to pick your brain sometime. Maybe over coffee.”

“Sure,” I said, mostly out of politeness, and before I could think much of it he had already pulled out his phone.

“Let me get your number. I’ll call you,” he said, and I gave it to him without really thinking.

I wanted to think more of it but I decided not to, “this is a creative space and people should always share their ideas with each other, calm down Bianca” I told myself, trying to finish the last of my work before the day ended. I was gathering my things, shutting my laptop down, mentally already halfway out the door, when my phone rang again.

It was Adrian. “Hey,” I answered, tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder while I reached for my bag. “I’m just finishing up, I’ll call you when I get…”

“We need to be together right now,” he cut in, In the next twenty minutes.”

I froze halfway through zipping my bag. “What? Adrian, what’s going on?”

“I’ll explain when you get here. Just come. Please.”

The line went off before I could ask anything else, and I stood there for a second just staring at my phone, my heart suddenly pounding for reasons I couldn’t fully explain.

I grabbed my bag and pushed through the people outside the elevator and made it with the next set going in. By the time 1 got to the parking lot, I had gotten the notification on my phone that the driver was already waiting for me.

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