Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law
Chapter 179: A Boring Touristy Thing... Not.

Chapter 179: A Boring Touristy Thing... Not.

"I thought we were going to do touristy things," Melanie said, casting a dry look in Adam’s direction.

He grinned, unbothered. "This is touristy."

She stared at him like he’d lost his mind. "Unless ’touristy’ now includes traipsing through abandoned warehouses in the sketchy part of town wearing leather jackets, I think your definition’s a little off."

Adam turned, walking backward as he flashed a teasing smile. "You said you wanted the authentic experience. This is as authentic as it gets."

Melanie huffed. "Maniwa is famous for its vanilla plantations. You know that, right? I thought we’d be walking through fragrant orchards, sipping fresh vanilla tea, maybe buying overpriced soap shaped like orchids. That would be fun."

Adam’s grin widened. "Vanilla’s overrated. Unless we are talking about vanilla se* with you. Then I don’t mind any flavour..."

Her eyes narrowed at that and she swatted at his shoulder while he only winked at her.

and turned the corner, disappearing for a second. Melanie followed with a resigned sigh—and stopped dead in her tracks.

The alley spilled into an open courtyard, glowing in the late afternoon light. Strings of paper lanterns crisscrossed above, and in the center, a group of dancers swayed to a beat pulsing from hidden speakers. Bodies moved in close sync—some twirling, some grinding, the rhythm infectious and full of heat. It was raw, messy, joyful... and definitely not vanilla.

Melanie blinked. "Is this—?"

"Street dancing," Adam said, casually leaning against a lamppost like he hadn’t just dragged her through a sketchy shortcut to get there. "Locals call it ’Dirty Flow.’ It pops up when no one’s expecting it. They don’t advertise. You just have to know where to listen."

He turned to her and he sent her a look as he questioned, "Still wish we were sniffing vanilla soap?"

Melanie was too distracted by a couple performing a gravity-defying dip to answer right away. Then she looked at Adam and shook her head. Well, this was the kind of place that might never be on her list of touristy things but coming here with Adam... she knew it would definitely turn out to be a memory she was going to remember.

She turned back to the centre of the place when the beat changed and somehow charged up the already vibrant atmosphere. And then suddenly the dancers all shifted, the men moving into the centre of the courtyard... Holy shi*! This... She cast a look to where Adam was standing but then almost immediately turned back to look at the five men dancing sensuously in the middle of the place.

Their bodies pulsed and snapped and rolled with unapologetic sensuality. Shirt hems lifted, torsos gleamed with sweat, and the crowd around them whooped and clapped with wild energy. She did too... They were totally all hot looking men...

Then suddenly, one of them locked eyes with Melanie and grinned, then motioned as if inviting her into the moment. She laughed a little breathlessly and shook her head waving her arms. There was no way she was going to go and dance with him.

"No way," she said, backing up half a step, though she couldn’t quite wipe the smile off her face.

But then the tall guy, broke away from the group and came toward Melanie, not touching, just moving around her. A ripple of heat climbed up her neck as he danced close enough to make the air between them sizzle.

The others clapped, hyping the moment, and she couldn’t help but laugh again, cheeks flushed. But then, he took her hand and her eyes widened, as he pulled her to him. His hands found her waist and before she could second guess it, he pressed his body close, rolling against her with perfect rhythm.

Gasps and whistles sounded from the crowd and she couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly as the dancer finally slipped away.

Her eyes flicked to Adam—and that was almost a mistake.

He was still watching her.

But now his jaw was tight. His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. Possessive heat simmered in his expression as if barely restrained. He pushed away from that and walked towards her and she felt her heart thump.

Without a word, he pulled her towards him, aligning their bodies together as her hands landed on his shoulder. He adjusted his grip, guiding her in a slow, deliberate motion, drawing her in tighter. She let herself go, trusting him to lead, her body reacting instinctively to his touch as he rolled their hips in a perfect circle.

Her breath came in quick bursts as Adam’s hands slid down her back, before he turned her around, now aligning his front to her back. The music shifted again, and the beat grew faster, more insistent and so did the dance.

Adam’s hands slid down to her hips, then up her sides, urging her to move against him, to match his rhythm. She followed, body swaying and rolling as they danced, the space between them narrowing with each passing second. She felt his hands slip under the tank top that he had bought for her to wear and she felt her stomach tighten as he cupped the curve there possessively, his little finger dipping into the waist of her jeans...

She raised her arms instinctively, and Adam guided her, his hands moving with purposeful intent as he touched and explored her curves. She threw her head back and laughed closing her eyes... forgetting everything around her as she let go of her worry.

She felt his hands roam lower, tracing the curve of her hip as he pulled her into the next step, guiding her every motion with that same steady control. His touch was unyielding, making her body bend and sway to his will. He caught and twirled her then, so that she fell against his chest and her hands clutched at his chest feeling the heat of his body through his shirt.

He responded by pulling her in even closer pulling her into another slow roll of the hips, his body moving with hers...