✧ADAM MEADOWS✧
ADAM Meadows. My intuition was right. He was the one picking me up. Now I wasn’t sure if I should go with him or muster the courage to return to the hotel. Because he wasn't an 'I'll-do-my-buddy-a-favor-and-pick-his-sister-up type of guy. He was a look-at-me-wrong-or-say-anything-to-me-I-don't-like-and-I'll-kill-you-with-my-hands kinda guy, and he's doing it looking so calm and gorgeous you wouldn't notice your world crashing down.
I looked down briefly at my dirty feet since I was barefoot when I came here. I swiped my tongue over my dry lips as the passenger seat window rolled down.
"Get in." His voice wasn't loud, nor was it angry. It was just loud enough for me to hear. "Or do you want me to open the door for you?" His tone was so cold that I felt my body freeze.
Reluctantly, I stood up and walked toward him. I didn’t care if I dirtied his car. He was rich enough to have it cleaned anyway.
Once inside, I glanced at him briefly before looking away because I couldn't hold his gaze. I whispered, "Thanks for picking me up."
Silence. No response from him. I couldn't even hear his breathing. He didn't respond or even look at me as he navigated the twists and curves of the road leading to my house. He drove the same way he walked, talked, and breathed—steady and controlled, with an undercurrent of danger warning those foolish enough to contemplate crossing him that doing so would be their death sentence.
'How did my brother meet him? How did they become friends?'
They were so different, complete opposites. It was still a mystery to me how they became best friends, and what's even more baffling is that, among all of Zane's friends—David, Gerald, and Henry—Adam was the closest to him, as observed and confirmed by my brother himself.
But I still don’t get why Adam. I mean, David and Henry weren't as cold and harsh as Adam. So why? Was it because Adam was incredibly smart and rich? So rich that he wouldn’t have to work and could still live lavishly for generations?
Yeah, he’s pretty damn rich at only twenty-seven. I remember Zane telling me that Adam’s parents were business tycoons, and when they died, all their assets went to him. What’s more impressive is that he doubled that wealth five times over by the time he was eighteen.
Why? Because he was extremely intelligent. With an IQ of 160, he was a certified genius. He invested his brilliance in modern technology. I remember Zane mentioning that he invented three financial modeling software and one security software before graduating high school. By seventeen, he was already a multimillionaire and often featured in the news.
Not only that, but he also completed a five-year joint undergrad/MBA program in three years, and now, at twenty-seven, he’s the CEO of one of the most successful electronic companies in the country. He was a legend, and he knew it.
Meanwhile, I’m a twenty-one-year-old HRM graduating student working part-time at a well-known coffee shop as a cashier. I need to work for my luxuries. We aren’t as rich as Adam. Well, we aren't poor. My parents can afford my education and good food. But my luxuries and outings, like today’s, aren’t included in the budget. We’re somewhere in the middle because my dad is a retired pilot engineer, and my mom is a known lawyer with her own office next to our house. Zane, same age with Adam, is a pilot. So, yeah, we’re not poor. In fact, my brother’s a pilot, but sometimes, I wish I could fly him away with a kick.
Zane and Adam have been best friends since high school. They parted ways only for schooling—Zane went to pilot school, following our dad’s career, while Adam went to business school. David, Henry, and Gerald became friends with my brother at pilot school, and Adam blended into their group. But Henry is married now, just last year.
Among all of them, Adam is the only one without a family. That’s why he spends New Year’s with us. My parents insist on it. Mom would call Zane to remind him to bring Adam home for New Year’s Eve. He can't come for Christmas because he goes to Canada to be with his only remaining relative, an aunt.
Counting their friendship years, it’s been over a decade. Yet, despite knowing him for so long, I still don’t fully understand him. Only he and Zane are close. Not us.
When he’s at our house, we hardly speak. Maybe a few short conversations, mostly when he asks for the macaroni salad bowl. Mom’s macaroni salad is his favorite. That’s the extent of our interactions, aside from the incident six years ago when I kissed him.
“Are you going to our house? Or did my brother Zane just ask you to pick me up?” I finally asked, trying to break the awkward silence between us.
“I was on my way when he called.” Still cold.
“Where were you going?”
“To your house.” His fingers curled around the steering wheel, and my crazy hormonal mind latched onto how beautiful they were. That might sound crazy because who has beautiful fingers? Especially on a guy. But he did. Everything about him was beautiful—the dark-brown eyes glaring from beneath dark brows, sharp jawline, sculpted cheekbones, lean frame, and thick, dark hair that looked both tousled and perfectly coiffed. He resembled a statue in an Italian museum come to life. I almost wanted to mess up his hair, just to see him look less perfect. But I didn’t have the courage, so I stayed put.
“Why? What’s happening at the house?” I asked again, unsure if he would answer. As expected, he didn’t. I remained silent until we arrived.
Once he parked in front of the gate, I unbuckled my seatbelt and was halfway out the door when Adam grabbed my arm and pulled me back into my seat. Contrary to what I expected, his touch wasn’t cold. It was scorching, burning through my skin and muscles until I felt its warmth in my stomach.
I swallowed. “Why? We’re here. I’m getting out. Thank you.”
“You’re going out like that?” The tiniest hint of disapproval etched into the corners of his mouth.
When I didn’t respond, he inclined his head toward my legs and chest. I looked down, eyes widening as I noticed my thin, wet t-shirt clinging to my skin. My chest and legs were visible, making it obvious I wasn’t wearing shorts, just the bikini. And my chest, thanks to the cold air conditioning, revealed my n*pples through my swim bra and T-shirt.
I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling my face turn tomato-red with embarrassment. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You could’ve told me earlier.” I glanced at him and noticed his eyes on my legs, making my face heat up even more. “Stop looking!”
He remained unreactive. Instead, he questioned me, “What were you doing at the bus stop alone and dressed like that?” He glanced at my chest briefly before averting his eyes.
I sighed. “I was at a resort with my friends. Then . . .” I hesitated, unsure whether to continue. What if he mocked me, saying it served me right again? And it was embarrassing to admit my boyfriend cheated on me with another guy. “I felt sick and left the hotel to call Zane. But his car wasn’t available, so I guess he asked you.”
He sighed, removed his black leather jacket, and tossed it into my lap. “Wear this. You can’t go out like that. Gerald and the others might be inside already.”
With that, he exited the car, leaving me alone inside. Through the car window, I watched him push open the unlocked gate and enter. He moved as if he owned the place. He really felt at home here.
I looked at the jacket in my lap. Absentmindedly, I brought it to my nose and inhaled.
It smelled of Adam.
It smelled of trouble.
It smelled of danger.
It smelled of someone who could love deeply.
Huh?
✧ADAM MEADOWS✧"So? Is she your type?" Henry asked as I stared at his mobile screen.It was a picture of a woman. The third one, actually. I didn't like the first two. I didn't even look at them for more than two seconds. But this third picture held my gaze for a bit longer, not because I liked her, but because I recognized her. She was the sister of Jazzlene's former friend. Jenna's sister. The ones who had betrayed Jazzlene when she was just fifteen.The reason they were showing me pictures of women was that they wanted me to have a girlfriend. I don't do girlfriends. But that doesn't mean my sex life is dry. I still hook up when I need to release some steam. But I'm selective, and if a woman doesn't pass my taste, I won't touch her.Like these pictures Henry was showing me. None of them passed my standards. Especially this sister of Jazzlene's ex-friend. Despite her revealing dress, she looked like the type who expected sweet nothings and lovemaking in bed.I didn't do sweet nothin
✧ADAM MEADOWS✧WE were all gathered around the dining table. Zane's parents sat next to each other, with me beside Zane, followed by David and then Gerald. Henry had left a while ago, despite his desire to stay, because his wife had called him home."Your sister's internship is coming up, Zane," Attorney Hart mentioned. We hadn't started eating yet because Jazz wasn’t here. We were waiting for her; her mom had insisted she change clothes due to the cat fur all over her. Earlier, she had vented her frustrations while playing with her Persian cat."Internship? Where at?" Zane inquired."La Vienna Hotel."Zane frowned. "La Vienna? That's quite a distance from here."He was right. It’s a three-hour journey from Aloha City, but I understood why Jazz had chosen to do her internship there. Currently, it's one of the most prestigious hotels in the country. For now."Yeah. That’s why your dad and I are concerned about her. You know your sister. She's so trusting, it's easy for her to be taken a
✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿I strolled alongside Camille, Leigh, and Violet towards the main gate after our final class had wrapped up.The days of Camille being swarmed by students seeking photos had settled into a more familiar routine. Now, university life for her was a bit more relaxed, though friendly waves and greetings still followed her as we walked. True to her nature, she responded warmly to everyone, even those she hadn't met before.Among us, Violet stood out as the most outspoken. Her very name hinted at her sharpness. Leigh, in contrast, kept to herself but was known for her numerous flings across different departments.And then there was me—the cursed one. Always left behind, always deceived. I can't fathom why. Finding an answer is a challenge.I sighed, prompting Violet to intervene. "You're scowling again, Jazz. Come on! Quit dwelling on Dominic! You should be celebrating how swiftly karma caught up with him! That jerk!"Her words struck a chord within me. Indeed, she was right.
✧ ADAM MEADOWS ✧I advanced, narrowing my aim at the man clutching Jazzlene's arm. Fear trembled through him, sweat beading on his brow. "I'm counting to three. One . . . two—"He let go of Jazzlene, and I acted swiftly, drawing her behind me, shielding her with my body while keeping him in my sights. This man, unyielding even after losing his job. What more did he want? Did he seek death now? I could accommodate that."A-Adam . . ." I felt Jazzlene grip the edge of my coat. "Please . . . put it down."Ignoring her plea, I responded firmly, "No. Because unless he leaves in three seconds, I'm going to end him and bury him eight feet deep—" Before I could finish, he bolted away, earning a slight smirk from me. Seems he feared death after all. But I wasn't finished with him. He needed a lesson in the days ahead, in case he decided to come after Jazzlene again.I turned to her and motioned towards the car. "Get inside. Quickly."Without waiting for her reply, I made my way to the driver's
✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿I walked into Zane's room and found him already dressed in his pilot uniform, with his suitcase and duffel bag at the foot of the bed. He was engrossed in typing on his phone, so he didn't immediately acknowledge me when I entered.Taking a seat on the edge of his bed, I dropped my body down, hands resting on my knees. "Always take care of yourself out there. Don't do anything reckless, okay?" I said, prompting him to finally turn and look at me.He furrowed his brow. "You're the one who needs to watch out here, especially since you'll be left alone.""I'll be with Mom and Dad," I assured him.He huffed. "They're leaving too. As far as I know, next week. Mom has a case she needs to handle. She has to visit her client and they'll stay at the client's vacation house during the hearing to be nearby and avoid frequent travel.""Huh?" I raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't Mom mention anything to me?" Sitting up in bed, I looked at my brother in surprise. "Does that mean I'll be a
✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿ I lifted the ladle to taste the sinigang I had cooked for dinner. Tonight, it was my turn to cook since Mom and Dad hadn't returned yet. They left around three this afternoon to go grocery shopping, ensuring I'd have enough supplies for the day they'd be away. The taste was just right. I set down the ladle, covered the pot, turned off the stove, and unplugged the rice cooker before grabbing my phone from the table. As I was about to leave the kitchen, my phone rang. It was Mom. "Hi, Mom," I greeted first. There was a brief silence on the line, filled with the distant sounds of laughter. "Hi, sweetie. Have you cooked dinner?" "Yeah. I'm done," I replied, already on the stairs heading up to my room. "Sweetie, Daddy and I won't be home right away. We got caught up with some old classmates and made dinner plans. Go ahead and din in without us. Oh, and don't forget to bring some food to Adam's apartment." I rolled my eyes at the mention of Adam and paused midway up th
✧ADAM MEADOWS✧A flurry of punches struck the mannequin's face, each impact sending a sharp burst of pain shooting up my arm. My muscles burned, sweat dripping into my eyes, blurring my vision. Despite the discomfort, I pressed on; these movements were second nature to me.The air was thick with the scent of sweat and aggression. This was my solitary refuge, where I could release the pent-up anger carefully contained in every other aspect of my life. A decade ago, I had begun Krav Maga training for self-defense, and now it served as my sanctuary.Once I had finished pummeling the mannequin, my body throbbed with exertion, sweat cascading down my face and arms. I snatched my towel to dab away the moisture and reached for a third bottle of mineral water. Work had been relentless, and this was my necessary reset."Hope Red helped you vent," Dante, the owner of the training center and my personal instructor, remarked dryly. He had nicknamed the mannequin Red; all the training dummies were
✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿". . . I was so frustrated that I didn't bring him dinner last night, despite mommy's advice to share whenever I cook," I concluded dramatically, taking a sip of my coffee.It's our break time, so we're at the coffee shop right next to the university, accompanied by my friends. Camille interviewed me about yesterday's events, when Adam followed one of our classmates, Janina, home to bond with us before we all go our separate ways for internships. Since we'll be interning at different places, we decided to bond as a group, representing our entire block.But even now, my skin heated with anger at the memory of Adam's overbearing attitude. Truth be told, I haven't spoken to him all day, not since last night when he brought me home.He was supposed to give me a ride to school this morning, drop me off at the university before heading to his company. But instead, I reached out to Camille early and asked if she could arrange for her driver to take me to school. I wanted to a