✧ADAM MEADOWS✧There's a bead of sweat forming on the forehead of the man sitting in front of me, despite the chilly temperature in my office. I should put him out of his misery, but instead, I continue to stare him down. "I . . . the fund . . . we we're so grateful for your continued investment," he stammers. He should be. I've got billions invested throughout the world, a far from insignificant portion of it in his firm. I looked up at him, my face serious. "I never said I'd continue investing in you," I said, my voice is firm, devoid of any kindness.One of his feet started tapping on the floor, and I could hear the sound of his shoe hitting the ground. I watched as a bead of sweat ran down his face, his breathing accelerating by the second. "A-Aren't you satisfied with the company's performance? Our share price increased by twenty percent this year."I was about to respond when my phone vibrated on the table—a text message from Jazzlene, saying, "Adam, can you pick me up? I'm no

✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿I couldn't resist inhaling the alluring scent—a blend of spice, warmth, and bath soap. Slowly, I opened my eyes to pinpoint its source, but furrowed my brow in confusion.Weird.Where did my room's paintings go? And when did I switch to black curtains? I've always favored yellow for its cheerful vibe. I never opt for black—wait? What's this hard thing my hand is resting on? I shifted my gaze downward to the object under my right hand as I lay flat. There was someone beside me, dressed in gray pajamas, and I was gripping his prominent member.I blinked, a wry smile crossing my lips. In my twenty-one years of existence, this was my first experience of such a dream. Was this what they called a wet dream? But it didn't seem like it because I couldn't recall anything happening in the dream—'Sh*t! Why is it hard? Why is it warm?'I tried to squeeze the thing I was holding, followed by a small groan from a man that snapped me back to reality. My eyes squinted as I glanced at

✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿"Okay, Mom. Bye. Love you."I hung up the phone after talking to Mom. However, I remained seated on the couch, still holding my cat. My feet were propped up, my back leaned against the couch, and I stared off into space, lost in thought.Another week had passed. Throughout that week, Adam and I hadn't spoken much. Ever since I heard that woman moaning in his apartment, I felt embarrassed around him. Plus, I had been having wet dreams for almost a week now. In those dreams, something happened between us. There were mornings when I woke up sweating, even though the air conditioner was on in my room.Those dreams were the reason I couldn't look at him directly anymore, like I used to. There were times when he would ride to school with me—like the first time I had that dream—and I couldn't bring myself to glance at him. I sat beside him in the front seat while Leigh and Violet were in the back. During those rides, it felt like there were angels in the car because of the ove

✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿I HAD just finished showering and was getting ready. Leigh and Violet and I had made plans to eat out and have a few drinks. Since Camille was busy again, she wouldn't be joining us.I kept my outfit simple—jeans, a cropped top, and my Nike shoes. I didn’t bother with elaborate makeup, just a light touch. I simply brushed my hair and took a scrunchie with me, wearing it on my right wrist.I threw my small wallet into my sling bag and slung it across my body. After spraying on some perfume, I grabbed my phone and left the room.As I was heading down the stairs, I suddenly thought of Adam. I wanted to text him to let him know I was going out with my friends, as that was our arrangement—to inform him of my whereabouts in case of an emergency. But part of me felt hesitant to bother him now, especially since I knew he had a dinner date.I was approaching the main door when I heard a knock, twice. 'Wait, is that Leigh and Violet? We agreed I would go to their apartment, right

✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿I feel like I'm drowning in Adam's handsomeness. He still had me in his arms, and our chests were almost touching. This was the first time I saw his face up close like this, and I just realized how flawless his face was. Smooth. No pores, no pimple marks, nothing. He’s perfect.And his lips . . . they looked so kissable. I couldn't help but raise one hand. I cupped his perfect jaw and slowly brought my face closer to his. I wanted to kiss him; I really do! But when our lips were almost touching, I suddenly felt nervous. What if he kills me if I cross the line?Plus, he's my brother's best friend. If my brother Zane finds out I kissed Adam, he might tear me apart. Then he'll put me back together just to tear me apart again. So, instead of kissing him, I whispered, “Happy birthday…” as our lips hovered close. I don't know if I just imagined the disappointment in his eyes or what.I placed my palms on his chest and pushed him away slightly. He moved back a bit. We avoided