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Emma Sampson POV
I wore a floor length black dress with a pair of nude heels, and minimum makeup. I am a huge fan of makeup, but today I had no desire to thicken it as I usually do. I heard a car horn indicating that Adam was here, so I smoothed my auburn short locks before heading out to meet him taking my clutch and keys along the way.
Adam was leaning on his fancy sports car wearing a navy blue suit, looking as dashing as ever. He met me half way, and kissed my forehead before opening the passenger's seat for me.
"How was your day?" He asked when he settled in the car and drove to our destination which I'm yet to know.
"Good, I guess." I replied. "How is your headache? Any better?" I asked.
He looked at me bewildered.
"What?" I asked confused myself.
"How did you know I had a headache? I don't remember telling you." He inquired.
"Yeah, well I never tell you when I'm in pain yet you always seem to know." I answered.
"So you do care." He mumbled barely audible, but I chose not to comment on that. "It's all better now." He answered.
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"Adam you really need to stop working until late hours. I know the reason you moved your things into the bedroom in your office was because you wanted to be close to work, but you really need to stop before you ruin your health." I chastised sternly.
"Then you should move in with me, that house is too big for a person to maintain their sanity in, especially if they're living alone in it." He said seriously.
"I told you that I don't believe in living with men unless they're related to me."
"Then I'll have to wait until our marriage to move back in the house." He said in a way that said 'this conversation is over'.
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I just scowled at him before turning my attention to the road.
He chuckled at my behaviour. "Come on, honey, you'll just have to wait a week, then I'll be going home every night." He promised.
"Why wait a week to go to your home?" I asked.
"Because it's not home yet. Now it's just a house, but that'll change in a week." He said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"Our marriage is arranged to be held in a week time." He clarified.
"What? I thought it was three weeks from now." I said not believing what he was saying.
"Yes, but mom called me yesterday saying that she had to leave the country in a week, and she won't be coming back before some time. So she asked if we could hold the wedding before she's gone." He explained.
"But I thought we still have sometime, that's why I was taking things slowly." I said.
"Everything can be arranged in time with money, you just have to say the word." He said. "Unless of course you were planning on having a cold-feet." Adam said amusedly.
"No, it's just all of these changes are overwhelmingly surprising." I sighed. "Does that mean you haven't answered her yet?" I asked.
"Yes, I told her I would ask you first, then I'll get back to her." He said.
I really like how understanding, and caring he is towards my thoughts and emotions. He never does anything before asking for my opinion, even the tiniest of things. Work related or not he always makes sure to seek my opinion.
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"Okay then. I suppose a week or two earlier are nothing, since we are going to get married anyway. We'll just have to notify the guests and the hotel about the date changes, reschedule all of your meetings, call the florist, and the other workers about the changes too. Oh god, that seems a lot of work to do in one week." I said already feeling tired.
Adam smiled and put his hand on my knee. "Just relax, honey, I'll take care of everything. You just have to be there on time." He reassured. "I was thinking we should do it in our house instead of the hotel. What do you think?" He asked.
"Sure, I don't mind." I answered.
Few minutes later we parked at the restaurant, the valet took our keys, and we entered the place.
The manager greeted us himself, since Adam is considered a very important guest here. "Mr and Mrs. Knights, right this way, please." The manager led the way to a secluded area before he left us alone.
I wasn't shocked when he called me Mrs. Knights. I was rather used to it, Adam ordered his employees to call me Mrs. Knights only, and he refers to me as Mrs. Knights whenever he introduces me to anyone of his business associates.
At first I was shocked, and argued with him about it. However he told me that it was no big deal since we are going to get married anyway, and that I'm going to be referred to with that sooner or later.
Our waitress came to take our orders, the same waitress that flirted with Adam each and every time we come here. She was beautiful indeed, not the typical make-up-caked-face-flirting-waitress, she has a beautiful hourglass body, and a very conservative clothes.
She came swaying her hips trying to get Adam's attention, but as usual he just ordered and waved her off without even looking at her. However Unlike the other times where she would go away pouting, this time she started caressing from his shoulder to his hands seductively.
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"The fuck!" Adam moved his hands away from her as if he was burned, and stood up abruptly knocking the chair off in his way. The girl seemed to be taken off guard because she was like a deer caught in headlights.
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"I'm sorry, si-" she tried to apologise, only to be cut by a seething Adam.
"MANAGER! MANAGER!" He yelled for the poor soul. The manager came running like his tail was on fire. "Y- yes, sir." He looked between the shocked waitress and the seething hulk, scared himself. A crowd was already assembling around us, digging for a new topic to gossip about.
"What did I tell you the last time I came here?" He asked as calmly as he could in his angered state.
"About what, sir?" The manager asked pathetically feigning ignorance.
"ABOUT THIS FUCKING WAITRESS."
"N- not t- to let her serve you again." The manager said defeated.
"THEN, WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING HERE TRYING TO SEDUCE ME LIKE A DESPERATE SLUT IN FRONT OF MY WIFE?"
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"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't know she came here." The manager apologised.
"But she's not your wife." The girl whined like a fucking baby.
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"Shut the fuck up." The manager hissed at her.
Adam advanced to her like a lion to its prey. I stood up, and walked to his side. "It's okay, Adam. No harm was done." I said reaching for his masculine bicep squeezing it gently for assurance.
"No, honey. It isn't, she ruined our dinner." He said pulling me to his side, putting his arm around my waist. "I want her fired immediately, or I will shut down this fucking restaurant down this instant." He said dangerously low.
"Please, sir. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I jus-"
"You should have heeded my first warning, and stop flirting with married men." He said cutting her off. He wrapped his arms around me, and glared at the crowd around us when they didn't make a move to let us out, making them disperse almost immediately.
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Adam parked at my penthouse building before he opened the door for me. He put his hand around my waist, and escorted me to my penthouse.
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"I'm sorry about the restaurant's fiasco." He said when we reached our destination.
"It's okay! You already made it up for me by going to that picnic earlier." I told him. Adam suggested that we have a picnic next to the lake at the further part of the garden of his house premises. It was the most intoxicating sight I've ever seen, he ordered the staff to dim the lights of the garden so that we are able to see stars in the clear sky.
"But that alone is not enough. I'm so-"
"It is, for me. More than enough actually. It was the best dinner I've ever had." I cut him off smiling.
"That's all that matters to me." He kissed my forehead and cheeks before he went away.
I closed the door behind him before I went to my room to have a shower, but just when I kicked my heals away and was about to strip, the doorbell rung. I rushed towards it was thinking Adam forgot something.
"What now?" I asked playfully the moment I opened the door.
"Hello, Ems!" If I froze when I heard the nickname, then I was a statue when he hugged me out of nowhere like we were some kind of long lost friends or something.
"THE FUCK IS THIS!" Boomed another voice when I was about to shove him away from me.
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