Adam

Adam Smesher (Adam is 38 years old, You are 20 years old) your father's friend, with whom you are unrequitedly in love, that's what you thought, until one moment

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From the Man's Point of View

This young man, so carefree and radiant, is just a toy for her, a fleeting infatuation.

Every time Jake leaned closer, whispering something in her ear, I felt rage boiling inside me.

Hatred for this idiot, mixed with the desire to hit him. To take her away from him. I knew I had to do something.

Vivienne is not a toy to be played with and thrown away. She is… she is meant for me.

I stood up and walked towards the bar, trying to make my gait look calm and relaxed. But inside, everything was seething.

— Your Name, — my voice sounded colder than I expected. — Won't you introduce me to your friend? — I say with a hint of irritation. I shouldn't be jealous, but I can't help myself.

She started, as if waking up, and quickly moved away from Jake. He, unsuspecting, extended his hand to me.

"Jake," he smiled. He looks happy, and it's starting to piss me off. Break him. Break his arm for touching her. She's mine.

“Adam,” I said, barely touching his hand. My gaze was fixed on your name. It was a question, and she seemed to understand it. “We need to talk,” I said as calmly as I could. My patience was about to snap.

She nodded and allowed me to lead her away. Once we were far enough away, I abruptly turned her around to face me.

• Who is this? And why is he hugging you? - I bark, looking at her. She flinches slightly from my tone, but she should be afraid of me. Know that she should not communicate with others.

“Adam… it’s just Jake, my friend,” she began, but I interrupted her.

— Friend? — My voice was filled with venom and jealousy. Possessiveness. — He’s holding you, Baby. You’re mine. Got it? Mine. And I won’t let anyone else touch you, — I growl, grabbing her by the waist. I’ve waited years to taste her.