Amelia's outfit above

"What?" I chuckle. "What are we doing here?"

We're at Adam's Art Foundation or my Art Foundation since he gifted it to me for my birthday. It's a curved architectural building. I've been here a few times and it's wonderful. Before it was mainly just offices but after I took over, we turned it into something like an Art Center.

It's open for everyone. There are unlimited art supplies so people come and make stuff and we usually auction it off on the website and the artists make money. That's our job, supporting starving artists who don't have the means to fend for themselves.

Adam and I go and we're greeted by Oliver who's in charge of the operations here. Oliver is young and average looking, also an artist himself. "I mean, the feedback we've gotten since you took over is fantastic. Our Instagram sales are outrageous."

"Social media is the key." I wink at him, smiling.

It was my idea to open an Instagram account for the for the foundation. We post a little bts on our stories and we've had some the artists go on live and connect with the audience. We post photos of the art and they are usually sold out in a snap.

"Well, thank you for everything and it's a pleasure to have you and Mr Black here today." Oliver adds.

Adam comes and puts his hand on my back. "Shall we?"

I grin up at him. "Yes."

I have no idea what he's got planned.

"What are we doing here?"

"You don't know?"

I shake my head.

"Soon, darling." He smiles down at me. I love it when he smiles.

"You have a beautiful smile." I tell him.

We walk into a room and I smile because I know what's going on.

"The paint date!" I exclaim.

This is something that we do here but I never thought Adam would we interested in something like this. I didn't even know he's artistic but I found that he likes photography and now painting.

I've always wanted to come on this paint date but I never thought I would do it and with Adam. I look at him. "Have I told you that I wanted to do this?"

"No but you were full of beans when you spoke about it." He says, sardonically.

I chuckle and kiss his cheek. "Thank you."

He puts his arms around me. "So which one?

I chose a beautiful moonlight painting for us recreate. There are stars around the moon and below it, a river, with tall trees surrounding it.

"I like this one."

"Okay."

He takes an apron and puts it over my head then pulls me close, out bodies pressing against each other then he ties it.

He pull my hair out from the neck strap and fixes the loose strand. "There you go." He says after one last brush.

I blush. "Thank you."

He bends down and kisses me lightly but I pull him back for a deeper kiss. He makes a sexy sound when I press hard against him, holding me tight. I break it off, breathing hard and Adam strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. His eyes are dark, filled with lust.

He's so beautiful. I can melt just from the way he's staring at me right now.

"Ready to start?"

I nod, wordlessly.

It takes about two hours for us to finish. The only rule we had is no peaking at each other's work. Adam finished before me so I'm kind of nervous. I don't know how good he is. Mine is pretty average.

"What do you think?" I ask him, nervously.

"It's beautiful. Just like you."

I stand up and take a look at his. "Oh my God! This looks better than the original."

He grimaces. "Don't exaggerate."

"I'm not. Mine looks wacky compared to this."

It really does. His is perfect.

"No. I love it. I love that you and I made something together. That's really the point of this, not how it looks like."

"I guess you're right."

"Stop pouting."

"Okay." I sigh. "Should we take a look around?"

****

After painting, Adam brought me to the movie theater to watch a new Kevin Hart movie but we both fell asleep. It was his fault, I was sitting on the seat next to him and he said I was too far so he pulled me to his lap and we started making out like a bunch of teenagers.

I finish washing my hands in the restroom and look at my face in the mirror.

Who are you?

The smallest thing can make a difference in your life. This is my first date with Adam and I feel like a different person. I'm in a relationship now and I love the person I'm with. I'm happy.

He is waiting for me by the door with my purse and phone in his hand. He looks up

at me with a warm expression. "Hey."

"Missed me?"

He gives me a serious nod then puts his hand on my back and as we're walking, I hear a couple of guys talking about the movie.

"I'm really sad I missed it."

"I'm not." He smirks and I give him a look. "We can watch it again." He adds.

"Alright."

"Are you tired?" He asks me.

"No."

"Let's take a walk then."

****

We came for the walk in the park nearby. There are kids playing around and their nannies sitting on the benches. They're all gawking Adam like he's a piece of meat and it annoys the hell out of me.

Adam squeezes my hand. "Are you okay?"

I look at him. "Yes. Why?"

"You're quiet." He states, giving me a strange look. I guess he's not used to me being quiet.

"Can I ask you something?"

Something that's actually been on my mind for the past few days flashes again. Adam makes me nervous and even though our one year anniversary is coming up, I feel unfamiliar with him most of the time and I know it's because I know so little about him.

"Of course."

"When you gave me that watch. Did you really mean what you said?"

"Yes, I did."

"I-I don't understand."

"Amelia, the first time I saw you, I felt a connection. You were sad and seeing that way made me want to protect you. Then, you asked if I was going to be there the next day and that just did it for me."

"Really? Why?"

"After I moved to London, every time I went home, I felt like an unwanted visitor. I guess it meant a lot to my ten-year-old self that you wanted and hoped for me to be there." He says simply.

When I don't say anything, he starts touching my hair. "Do you get it now?"

Why did you feel like an unwanted visitor? I want to ask him that but don't.

"Thank you for telling me."

"You're welcome."

"And I know I was younger and don't even actually remember what happened but I'm sure if I wanted you there, I must have felt something too." I tell him.

"After all these years, look where we are now." He states.

I shake my head. "I know."

He leans to the side and kisses my ear then my cheek. "I have never paid attention to how lovely this place is."

"It is and I can't believe you missed work because of this." I grin.

"I would do anything for you."

"Is it weird that you're not there?"

"It's nice." He looks at me. "I like spending my time with you."

I hook my arm around his happily. "You're the best boyfriend ever."

He rolls his eyes at me. "That ring on your finger says otherwise."

I smirk. "Okay." I use my right hand and starts pulling out my blue diamond ring.

His frown. "Don't even think about it." He says roughly and I laugh. "Look at you! I was just kidding."

He takes my hand and slips back the ring properly then tenderly kisses my hand.

"There goes back your twenty-five million." I wink then wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him and he hugs me back, kissing and stroking my hair.

Take that thirsty nannies!

I see one of them give a kid a lunch pack with carrots and he throws it all on the ground and starts stomping on it. My God!

"If you were a vegetable, what would wanna you be?" I ask Adam and he takes a look at the boy.

"Definitely not a carrot." He chuckles and I do too. "I think I would be an asparagus cause I'm so tall and I like asparagus." I tell him.

"You're not that tall."

"I'm taller than almost all my female friends."

"Okay, if you're an asparagus. What am I?"

"I think an eggplant."

He raises and eyebrow with a dirty smile.

What?

My eyes widen. Oh my God! Is he thinking about the eggplant reference. But he doesn't even use emojis! I still correct myself.

"Or like a pepper! Peppers are good, you know cause you're so hot." I wink.

****

"We can go home if you're tired?" Adam says as we slip into the backseat of his Bentley.

We just ate in a cute diner by the park. We both enjoyed our food cause it was scrumptious.

"No. What's in New Haven?"

His lips form a secretive smile. "Music."

I raise an eyebrow. "Who's playing?"

"I have no idea. Nathan's family owns the theatre. A bunch of artists are performing tonight but he didn't tell me their names."

Nathan?

"I've already had the best day, Adam but some music sounds fun. Did Nathan ask you to take me?"

"Brianna told him you would like it."

"Are they going to be there?"

"No. They're in Hawaii."

"So it's just us?"

"Yes." His gaze becomes more intense. "I like that."

"What?"

"Just you and me."

"Me too." I kiss him.

"So New Haven it is then. Wesley?"

"Sir." Wesley copies and he starts driving.

The one hour drive to New Haven was comfortably silent. I was looking out the window, watching the roads and Adam was on his iPad and he made like three calls.

When we arrive, we're welcomed by the general manager who leads us to one of the spare green rooms so we can freshen up.

Cooper comes in with two garments bags and hangs them. One has a Ferragamo label and the other one is Dolce.

"Thank you, Cooper.

He nods and gives me a smile then walks out, shutting the door behind him.

"Do you need the restroom?"

I tell him yes and I go in. I take my time and when I come out, Adam is dressed head to toe black in his Ferragamo outfit and he looks sexy as hell. My mouth is watering.

"You're so handsome."

He pulls me to him. He smells rich and delicious. He plants a kiss on my lips. "I'm going to go see our schedule. Wesley will take you when you're done."

"Okay."

"Come here." He pulls into a tight hug and I melt against him.

He kisses my forehead and walks out the door.

When I open the garment bag, I see a beautiful short and sparkling nude colored dress. In the Jimmy Choo box, there are matching stilettos. Also absolute gorgeous!

I slip the dress on and it fits perfectly and the shoes too! I wonder if Adam chose this outfit. In the purse I carried today, I have a perfume and a lipstick.

I spritz on the Armani fragrance then contemplate putting on the lipstick. The thing is my makeup isn't exactly banging today because I did myself. Maybe a red lipstick will elevate it, I don't know.

I take my chances and just put it on and thank God it doesn't look back. It actually looks kinda hot.

Wesley is waiting for me by the door. A short walk takes us to a door and when he opens it, I realize Adam and I have a private box.

"Sir." Wesley calls.

Adam looks at Wesley then his eyes move to me and he stands. I smile at him then give him a twirl of my outfit.

He grins. "Hello, beautiful."

"Hi."

"You look ravishing, Amelia."

"Thank you."

The show starts, opening with an opera singer. She starts singing and though she has an amazing voice, I don't really like opera music.

I want to yawn but Adam looks very interested. He catches me staring and squeezes my knee, giving me a smile.

I smile back and he starts trailing his fingers up my thigh. "I like this dress." He says darkly.

"Thank you." I whisper, nervously.

The crowd starts applauding. I guess the opera singer is done. Adam removes his hand and we both start clapping. "She's good." He said and I just nod.

After that some new artist performs her debut song and then Olivia O'Brien performs Josslyn. There are teenagers in the front row, dancing and singing along. I dance a little from my seat and Adam looks at me.

"What? She is good."

"I didn't say anything."

Hmm. I wonder what he's thinking. After a few more songs, the performances moves outside.

Most of the artists that performed are new, most I've never heard of but Tyga performed Dip and I may or may have not twerked a little for Adam. Well, he has refused to dance with me. He did enjoy the twerk show though, I'm sure of that.

I put my hand around his neck and stare at him. "This is way out of your element, isn't it?"

This whole day was not what I expected it to be. It was normal. Nothing over the top and I loved every moment. Adam is you know, a recluse of some sort. I know he hates crowds so for him to bring me here, it means a lot.

"Yes."

"But you came here for me."

"I want you to have a good time."

"And now ladies and gentlemen, James Arthur!"

"It's more than good. I've had the best time. Thank you."

The music starts playing and it's a slow song. We start swaying together. His arms are on my waist.

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You walked into the room and now my heart's been stolen

"The pleasure is all mine." He says.

You took me back in time to when I was unbroken

Now you're all I want

Adam smiles at me and I smile back, softly.

And I knew it from the very first moment

He leans his forehead against mine and closes his eyes. Yes, the song is extremely good.

I move my hand from his neck and hold his face, stroking his scruffy face down to his jaw.

Cause the light came on, when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again

He kisses my hand, looking into my eyes. His gorgeous brown eyes are different, they're dark, almost black and he still looks beautiful. He usually gives nothing away with his face but tonight, I see a deep warmness in his eyes and compassion. That's how he looks at me but under all that I see anguish, a glimpse of his past. Whatever it is he went through, it still haunts him. I want to take all that away and only leave the good parts.

My heart is crying out for him.

I've never seen him this way, so emotional raw.

I bury my face in his chest and hold him tight. James Arthur is still singing.

Adam puts his hand on my neck, pulling me back to look at him. "What?"

I give him a sad smile. "Nothing." I put my hands back on his neck and we keep moving side to side.

Like it was a private show, I know you never saw me

He smirks then twirls me to the lyrics, taking me by surprise. I giggle and when I'm back in his arms, he just crashes his lips on my, practically swallowing me.

Could I be the one you talk about in all your stories?

Adam is kissing me hard, his tongue clashing with mine. His hands slide down from my waist down to my ass and he grips hard. I moan in his mouth and when we pull away to catch our breaths, he gives me a look.

"Let's get out of here."

"Okay."

He pulls me by the hand and we squeeze our body through the crowd, rushing as much as we can. I want to ask him if we're going but I don't think that's it.

He wants me alone.

We enter the green room and he attacks my lips again and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he looks into me eyes and it's that look again.

The song is still playing in the background, just not as loud and that's what makes this moment special.

"You're the best fucking thing that's ever happened to me, you know that right?" He says.

My heart skipped and my eyes tears up. That's probably the best thing anyone's ever said to me.

"No." He growls.

No what? I'm confused.

He strokes his hand down my cheek. "No tears tonight." He nuzzles my nose with his."Tonight you're mine." He kisses me. "You're mine and you've always been haven't you, baby?" He adds and I give him a nod.

"Say it." He demands.

"I'm yours." I tell him.

"Yes." He growls kissing neck. "From the very first moment, I saw you, even when you forgot." Kiss. "And when you bumped into me, in Los Angeles when you teased me in that little black dress of yours. And when you said yes to this marriage." More kisses.

"And the day of our wedding when you said 'I do'. All mine."

"Yes." I moan.

"My Amelia." He takes my lips, kissing me softly and sweetly. "My wife. My life."

Fuck, I love him.

"Adam." I call out his name before thinking and he looks at me.

"Yes, baby?"

"I.." I pause and swallow hard, staring at those eyes. I feel like he knows. He sees me. The.

"You what?"

"I um.....You're my life too and you make my heart.......you make my heart race."

I'm scared because I love him so much.

"Me too." He says and we continue making out. He's kissing me, I'm kissing him. His hands are all over my body. He's so fucking hot. This could lead to something.

He lifts me up and puts me on the vanity so he's in between my legs.

His pocket starts vibrating, interrupting us.

"Fuck!" He swears and pulls it out, answering the call. "What?" He snaps.

"We're in the green room." He says then hangs up.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes. Security can't find us." He answers.

"Oh." I swing my legs, looking down.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Yes." I breathe then chuckle.

He pulls me down and starts fixing my dress and my hair. "So soft." He says as he fixes the strands.

I look at him and I blush. What have I done?

"You..."

"What?" He smiles.

"You have my lipstick on your neck." And his shirt too. Shit! I'm such a maniac. Did I kiss his fucking shirt?

"Here." I raise my hand to wipe it off but he grips.

"No. Leave it. We have to go."

As soon as we enter the car I take off my heels. Fuck! I start massaging the sole and the relief is something else.

"Let me." Adam says pulling both of my feet to his lap.

"Um, I hope I don't have stinky feet."

He bends down and takes a sniff and I gasp in shock. "You don't." He says.

"I can't believe you did that. What if I did?" I ask in horror.

He laughs at me. "Baby, it's not a big deal."

"You're weird."

****

"I want to go to bed." I tell Adam as we walk inside our house.

He's insisting that I have dinner first.

"No. You have to eat."

I sigh. "I'm not even hungry."

"Come on." He says leading me into the kitchen.

There's no food in the fridge and I know it's because the staff assumed we would have dinner out. We don't usually keep leftovers. The chef makes a large quantity of food for the whole house everyday and he makes extra in case we have guests.

So we always have a lot of leftovers and instead of keeping them overnight, one of our drivers take them to the homeless shelter. Everyday.

So now, I'm making us a fruit bowl.

Adam is eating something and I look at him.

"What's that?"