Chapter 80 - You Arent Allowed (1/2)

Adam wanted to carry Stella to her room but she turned him down saying that she could walk on her own. Adam could only agree with his drunken little elf.

'A note to self: Never argue with a drunken Stella. Just agree with whatever she says.' He made a mental note that could be used in the future.

With her unsteady steps, Stella walked in the direction of her room with Adam following behind her closely. He had his arms splayed out in case if she fell. Her heels were now dangling over her shoulder as she had taken them off before getting out of the car.

When they finally made it to her room, Stella stood before the door quietly as if she was lost in her own thoughts.

”Aren't you going to go inside?” Adam asked her softly but did not get any response from the girl.

She turned around after a minute or two to face him. She looked deeply into his eyes which were staring back at her.

'You can do it Stella.' She thought to herself inwardly, encouraging herself, as she took a step towards him.

Holding the lapels of his coat, she brought him closer to her.

Adam tilted his head down slightly. ”You alright ba…..?” The rest of his words were muffled by her lips. Adam's eyes widened in shock as her soft lips moved over his firm ones, slowly and sensually. It was enough for him to lose his mind.

His arms found their way around her waist, bringing her impossibly close to him, crushing her body against his own. He responded to her kiss, sucking onto those luscious lips.

Stella slowly moved her hands up and wrapped them around his neck. Her fingers playing with his silky hairs as tried to poke her tongue into his mouth, reciprocating his actions from their prior kisses.

Adam felt her tongue trying to enter in his mouth and he easily gave in. Adam felt his blood rushing down to his crotch as their tongues grazed against each other, fighting for dominance.

”I have put the box....” The old butler came out of Adam's room. He saw Adam's back and thought of informing him that he had put the box on his dressing table, but before he could he saw his Young Master busy kissing and being kissed. It was more than what his old heart could handle and he stopped midway in his sentence.