Crazy Meets Crazy

Adrian straightened his tie as he browsed the crowd tiredly, nodding his head in greeting to the few people he recognized. He could not wait to get out of the building, the fact that it was full of pretentious men and women, faking smiles and still betraying one another irked him. To be sincere, his father’s circle sickened him, the fact that he kept such toxic people around him just because of business was something Adrian could never stand.The shining gold design of the hall was blinding and it seemed that the designer didn’t think that people would actually be in the hall, people that wanted to look at the area without cringing from the sight.He twirled his wine glass, careful to avoid any spill while he kept his eyes on his father who looked like he was weaseling his way into someone’s mind and money. Clayton Tremont was already getting old as he was in his late fifties, but he refused to admit it, even to himself. Adrian’s father continued to dye his hair, wear the most expensi

"And that is why the partnership between Tremont Realtors and Indiana Hotels would be beneficial,” Kristen ended finally and took in a deep shaky breath. She was convinced that she actually did very well, she saw looks of approval from several of the men seated, she smiled when she saw her father nod his head, her heart filling with joy, and he was not disappointed. A certain somebody refused to smile or even give her a nod of appreciation. Adrian had been staring at her, his blue eyes boring into her skin as she talked. When she began, he looked shocked that she knew all of that and she internally smirked, patting herself on the shoulder. Before she could praise herself more, he schooled his expression back to the frown he was wearing when he first saw her. If she had not been so sure, she would have said she had not seen right. “Bravo! Bravo!” Clayton Tremont said as he clapped his hands, his blue eyes shining in wonder and his brown hair falling over his eyes. Even in that situ

"That infuriating, infuriating man, I cannot believe he said that to me!” Kristen said out loud as she walked back and forth inside her empty room. She didn’t appreciate the decor of her room which she usually praised herself for as her anger blinded her. On a normal day, she would stare at the beautiful decor of her room. She would have looked at the calm and serene painting of the sea that she had demanded to be put there. She would have stared at the soft tones of blues and greens as it had just been put there a few days ago. But Kristen was furious, annoyed infuriated. All she could think of was the annoyed words that she wanted to release on the infuriating bastard.She had worn just the oversized T-shirt to annoy him, and to show that she didn’t care about the entire ordeal, that there was no way she would dress up for that. She wanted to prove to herself that she did not care what he thought about her and she had only ended up sorely disappointed.The only thing she had manag

When Kristen woke up, it was still dark. She stretched her hand to her where lamp usually stayed, but it wasn’t there. Groaning, she searched for her phone instead and found it without much stress. As light flooded the room, she was even more confused. She was not staring at the blue and green decor of her room and she was certainly not looking at a nice painting of the sea. Everything was wrong.It took her a while, but she finally realized that she was very far from home. She was on an island, with Adrian of all people; she was on vacation.She had gone to bed the previous night with a plan on her mind. It occurred to her that Adrian hated when she didn’t do what he said. In simple terms, when she told him no, he threw a tantrum, it kind of reminded Kristen of a child that was denied candy. With that realization she knew what she had to do. She knew that she could not resist making the next two weeks a living hell for him—he sure as hell deserved it.Not wanting to waste more time,

"He spanked me, and I liked it,” Kristen said to Bea over the phone. By the sound of Bea’s squeak, Kristen could tell that her friend found the revelation as exciting as she did.“How did it feel?” Bea asked and Kristen sighed, reliving the feeling of Adrian’s hands on her body, the sharp pain that spread across her backside as his hands hit it hard, the pain that dulled into something else, something that seemed like passion.“It felt wonderful. He kissed me so hard and made me orgasm twice, but I ruined it,” Kristen groaned, silently beating up herself for freaking out last minute. Kristen was the more sexual out of the both of them and so she felt even more ashamed that she had chickened out.“I wish I could be like those female heroines in romance novels that met a guy on the first day and fucked him without letting him know they are virgins and then be carefree the next morning when they man sees the blood on the sheets,” she said to her friend.“I am surprised you even let him g