Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law
Chapter 146: Charged

Chapter 146: Charged

Melanie held her breath as his hand moved lower, over her thighs, towards her core but in the next second, he picked her up so that her legs were around his waist and her arms around his neck. The rough friction of his belt pressing against her center sent a jolt through her, like a spark on dry paper. It was almost too much. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as her body shuddered.

He chuckled, low and sinful, lips brushing her ear as he whispered against her ear, "So sensitive. So hot. You might just be my undoing, sweet Melon."

With that, Adam moved towards the couch and almost threw her on it, watching as those soft pillows bounced. Just when he was about to follow her and get his desire to taste all over, the sound of someone banging on the door loudly caught his attention. Even Melanie seemed to break away from under the spell as her eyes widened and she moved to cover herself.

Soon, Max’s voice could be heard muffled through the door," I know you are in there, Adam Collins! I’ve seen your car outside! Open the door right now!"

Curses, wild and creative enough to make her eyes widen at the possibilites echoed in her ears as Adam knelt down next to her and buried his face in the crook her neck. She almost giggled at that when Max got even louded," Come on, man! I sent those videos to Melanie and now you are doing this to me! You good friend! Open the door."

Those words caused Adam to look up and he stared at Melanie incredulously as she nodded. Another curse left his mouth—something so descriptive and anatomically impossible that she blinked in surprise—before he muttered something that suspiciously sounded like ’cockblocking gremlin’ and walked away.

She let her eyes rove over the sexy naked back ,feeling her eyes widen when she saw the nails mark on his back... When did she do that?

And then it hit her. She was topless. On the couch. In the living room. Right by the entrance. Like some wanton heroine from a steamy romance novel gone rogue. With a strangled squeak, she leapt up, grabbing the nearest piece of fabric that could serve as modesty armor—her blazer, which had somehow made its way to here from where... they had been doing things near the door.

Her actual top, meanwhile, looked like it had been mauled by a wild beast. Probably had considering that Adam was no less than that. She didn’t want to dwell on that for now though... Clutching the blazer to her chest, she bolted toward her bedroom with the speed of someone fleeing a crime scene.

Meanwhile, Adam grabbed his shirt, put it on and then opened the door a bit, glaring at Max who was about to come inside. Seeing Adam stand at the doorstep, blocking his way in, Max frowned and then his eyes widened as he looked at the man’s appearance.

Max blinked, took one look at Adam—his flushed face, unbuttoned shirt, hair that looked like it had been in a hurricane—and immediately stepped back with both hands raised in surrender.

Adam glared. Max was smart enough to know what it was that he had interrupted. But stupid enough that he failed to keep a straight face and said, "It’s the middle of the day, bro."

Adam arched an eyebrow at that. "And?"

Max hesitated. "I dunno. I just feel like this kind of... activity usually happens in the evening. Or like, after dinner?"

Adam narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Max took another step back and raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, man. I’m just saying—some of us haven’t even eaten lunch yet, and you’re over here finishing up a whole adult-rated buffet—"

The door slammed in his face before he could finish. From the other side, he heard Adam shout, "NEXT TIME TEXT, YOU MORON!"

Max rubbed his forehead and sighed," Here I came, expecting some gratitude, only to be shown the way out... nah, I was not even allowed entry."

With a long aggrieved sigh, Max trudged out of the house while Adam came to sit back on the couch, looking at the door with a sigh, the fire in his eyes still blazing but enveloped in a strange calmness.

He needed to understand what had happened. How did Melanie get her hands on a voice recording? Was it really his grandmother who had found it. He knew his grandmother had investigated and found the truth but he had now known how or the specifics of it.

But the question still remained that how did Melanie come across it. And since when had she known all this? And the rest.

He sighed. He knew he needed to know the answers but right now, all he could think of the way she felt against him. The air still seemed to carry the unique scent of her, tickling his senses. All his mind could replay was the way she gasped against his neck, the way her fingers had clutched at his back, and the unmistakable heat in her eyes when she looked at him.

He’d been with women before. So many, sometimes, he couldn’t even recall names or faces—just flashes of bodies.

But Melanie... she was different. He could it feel it in his heart. And he’d thought that he would never feel that again.

He dragged a hand through his hair and exhaled sharply.

It scared him, a little.

Because for the first time in a long time, he cared. Not just about how she felt beneath him or how her mouth tasted—but about her. About what she thought. About whether she’d still look at him in the future when she knew everything. And if everything changed... what would he do? Did he dare to trust her again? His stupid heart seemed to be encouraging that...but all he could feel was panic. He needed to get away to clear his head.