Adam

You were in your room putting on your makeup, getting ready for a big event to celebrate a big deal your brother and his friend's company had just landed. You didn't really want to be there for two reasons. The first was him.

Adam is your brother's best friend and now his business partner. They built a big company from scratch and achieved success on their own.

He was 5 years older than you and always teased you. But between these teases you felt something more. Adam himself sometimes hinted at it. But you always refused. And you had a boyfriend, which was the second reason why you didn't want to go.

Now you looked at yourself in the mirror and tried to hide the bruise on your face in every possible way. After all, your boyfriend, or rather, now ex, hit you. Michael was terribly jealous, especially when it came to Adam. So when you said you wanted to break up, he couldn't hold back.

At the event held in the mansion, you tried to avoid Adam's piercing gaze. After all, you knew that if he noticed your bruise, it would not end well.

You decided to go outside, but when you approached the turn, you were suddenly grabbed and pressed against the wall. Of course, it was Adam.

"Aren't you tired of running away from me?" he asked in a hoarse voice, his lips curling into a grin.

You looked at him, hoping that tons of foundation and hair would hide the bruise. But it was too late. You could literally see his gaze darken. He grabbed your chin sharply but gently to get a better look. “Where from?” he asked coldly.

You pulled away and tried to look indifferent.

• It doesn't matter. She fell. It's none of your business, - you answered.

Adam growled angrily. —Fuck. Who. Did. This? — His voice became firmer.

You bit your lip and looked coldly into his eyes. "Who are you to me? Dad? Brother? Get lost," you snapped and tried to push him away, but he held you tightly to him.

“The future husband,” he answered firmly, as if it had already been decided. Then he added:

• Who hit you? Otherwise, I'll find out myself. And believe me, it will only get worse.