HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Chapter 64

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“Good evening, sir,” I said the moment I took in the full face of the person standing on my doorstep, my voice coming out steadier than I felt.

Adrian stood there in a dark hoodie, hands in his pockets, looking nothing like the man who sat behind that big desk barking out instructions during the day.

“I heard your sister was discharged today,” he said, and I nodded slowly, still trying to process the fact that he was actually here, on a Friday night, standing in front of my apartment door like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“I just came to see her, I was passing,” he said, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at that. With the block road traffic on a Friday night did not just happen to pass by my street, not unless you lived close, and I knew for a fact that he didn’t. But I moved aside anyway and let him step in, the warm smell of his cologne brushing past me as he crossed the threshold.

“Rubbing it off my face that he didn’t come see me, huh,” I muttered under my breath, mostly to myself, though I knew he probably heard it.

He didn’t answer that one, just walked further into the apartment like he already knew exactly where he was going, his eyes scanning the room briefly before landing on Emma sitting up on the couch, the blanket pooled around her legs and the television still playing low in the background.

“Hi friend,” he said the moment he got closer to her, and the second Emma raised her head and saw him, her whole face lit

They both did some quick hand movement at each other, fingers moving fast in a pattern I didn’t recognize, something that looked practiced, like a language only the two of them shared. Emma’s hands flicked through the air and Adrian responded with his own quick gesture, and then they both burst into quiet laughter like they had just shared the funniest joke in the world.

“Ohh, signs too?” I said loudly, standing by the door with my arms crossed, watching the two of them like I had just walked into the middle of a conversation I wasn’t invited to. My sister giggled at that, actually giggled.

“Well, at least one of us was happy.”

I closed the door behind me and walked further into the living room, settling myself onto the armrest of the couch, watching the two of them fall into easy conversation like they had known each other for years instead of however long it had actually been. I tried not to let it bother me, the way Emma’s whole posture had changed the moment he walked in, the way she was all smiles.

“Are you going anywhere tomorrow,” Adrian asked, his attention fully on Emma now, his voice gentle in a way I rarely heard him use at the office.

My sister shook her head, her fingers playing with the edge of the blanket. “No, nowhere, I’m supposed to be resting, doctor’s orders and everything.”

“Well,” she started again, and I felt my stomach drop slightly because I knew exactly where her mouth was about to take this conversation, “asides the fact that my sister’s wicked boss has been calling her about work since evening.”

It felt like I should disappear into the floor right there. I shifted on the armrest, suddenly very interested in a loose thread on my sleeve, very aware of Adrian’s eyes slowly turning toward me.

“Oh really,” he said as he fixed his gaze directly on me. I couldn’t even hide my face anymore, the heat already climbing up my neck, my mouth opening and closing without anything useful coming out.

“Okay” he said after a moment, turning back to Emma with an easy smile, “if that wicked boss doesn’t call, I will grant a date

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Chapter 63

access to you for tomorrow. Take that as my discharge gift from me to you.”

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I couldn’t help but laugh at that, the sound slipping out before I could stop it, because of course he would turn his own pettiness into a gift, of course he would manage to make himself the hero of a situation he had created entirely on his own.

Emma laughed too, and for a while the three of us just sat there talking about nothing important, Adrian asking her small questions about the hospital food and whether the nurses had been kind to her, Emma answering with exaggerated stories that made even me laugh.

He was patient with her in a way that surprised me, never rushing the conversation, never glancing at his phone the way he usually did when he got bored of something. He let her talk, let her ramble about the boring television shows she had been forced to watch during her stay, let her complain about hospital jello in great dramatic detail, and through all of it he just sat there nodding and laughing in the right places like none of it was beneath him.

After some minutes, he finally stood up to be on his way, stretching slightly and telling Emma to get proper rest, that he would see her tomorrow if things worked out. Emma waved at him from the couch, already pulling the blanket back up around herself, her eyes starting to look heavy.

I walked him to the door, my hand already reaching for the doorknob, my mind already half made up that this strange little visit was about to end the same way every other unexpected appearance from him usually did.

As he got to the door, he reached out and tried to hold my waist, his fingers brushing lightly against my side before settling there, I slowly moved it away.

“You said you came to meet only Emma, right,” I said, my hand resting firmly on the doorknob, my eyes refusing to meet his directly even though I could feel him watching me.

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