CHAPTER 58: 58: THE END GAME OF ADRIENNE

Adrian’s world narrowed to the heat of Alexander’s mouth, the bruising pressure of lips that demanded surrender. His hands, trapped between their bodies, unfurled instinctively, fingers curling into the crisp fabric of Alexander’s shirt—not pushing away, but clutching, anchoring himself against the storm. A low, involuntary sound escaped his throat, muffled by the relentless kiss.

Alexander tasted like victory and ruin. His tongue swept in, claiming every inch, every gasp, as if he could erase months of deception with sheer possession. One hand cradled the back of Adrian’s head, fingers threading through soft hair, tilting him for deeper access. The other slid down, gripping Adrian’s hip with a force that would leave marks—marks Adrian suddenly craved.

Adrian’s breath, which had been tight and strangled, hitched again, but this time it was an involuntary sound of yielding pleasure. The defiant "Boss" and the professional "Mr. Cole" were annihilated in the moment Alexander’s tongue swept into his mouth, tasting the remnants of his fear and the underlying, undeniable desire.

He didn’t push; he couldn’t. His hands, still curled, instinctively moved, grasping the luxurious fabric of the sofa cushion, trying to anchor himself in a reality that was spiralling out of control.

Alexander’s hands left the back of Adrian’s head, only to slide down, capturing Adrian’s wrists and pinning them against the backrest of the sofa, a move that was less restraining and more intensely possessive. The kiss deepened—hard, hot, and urgent, a furious conversation that needed no words to communicate betrayal, recognition, and the raw, stored-up heat that had been simmering between them for months.

When Alexander finally pulled back, it was only inches, his breath ragged against Adrian’s swollen lips. "Adrian," he murmured, the name a dark caress, laced with something perilously close to reverence. His eyes, storm-dark, searched Adrian’s face. "My wife. My secretary. My liar." He chuckled.

Adrian shuddered, eyes fluttering open. The panic lingered, a tight coil in his chest, but it warred with a hotter, more treacherous fire. "Alexander..." His voice cracked, the formal ’boss’ abandoned somewhere between the sofa cushions. "I—I can explain—"

"Can you?" Alexander’s thumb brushed Adrian’s lower lip, still wet from their kiss, then pressed inside, a silent command. Adrian’s tongue touched it reflexively, tasting salt and power. "Explain why you tricked? Why did you let me fool myself while you watched, wanting?" His voice dropped to a growl. "Why did you tremble every time I looked at you, but never once say my name in that pretty, desperate voice?"

Adrian’s cheeks burned. The words were weapons, each one stripping another layer. "I’m sorry... I had no choice," he whispered, the admission torn from him. "I was just—"

"Shh..." Alexander hushed, his eyes intense. He shifted, settling his weight more firmly, knee nudging Adrian’s thighs apart. The movement was deliberate, possessive, pinning Adrian beneath him. "What do I do with you? You took my name, you married me, yet, each time I get close to finding out, you brush it away. Every day, when I look outside my door, I feel like I’m going crazy, seeing things... you’re a liar, Adrian, and liars deserve to get punished." He paused. Trailing his hand on the sides of Adrian’s face.

"Tell me, secretary... what do I do to you?" He asked darkly.

Adrian’s breath hitched. The truth of it sank into his bones, heavy and undeniable. He’d fought it—fought the pull, the longing, the terror of being wanted by a man who could destroy him with a word. But here, trapped beneath Alexander’s gaze, the fight felt futile.

"I’m sorry..." Adrian swallowed, throat dry. He knew all of this between them was also a way of Alexander showing his anger and betrayal, he knew the real talk would come after and he feared Alexander’s unpredictable ways, he might just choose to put Adrian in jail all of a sudden, "I was in a difficult position, Boss... I needed the money –"

"Did you get the money?" Anger flashed in Alexander’s eyes as he stared down at Adrian, "You got more than just money, didn’t you? All debts paid... and you married your boss, the hottest billionaire bachelor in the country... you’re due for prison, Mr. Cole," With one last detached look, Alexander stood, adjusting his jacket and tie, his back turned om Adrian.

’What have I done?’ He frowned, his heart beating erratically.

He knew what he did, he kissed his secretary because he couldn’t resist how tempting Adrian looked beneath him. He kissed him because that was the only thing he could think of. If he were being entirely honest with Adrian, he would confess to not being angry the slightest.

He was excited, aroused, and very eager to see how things played out between them. For months, he’d been searching for ways to tie Adrian to his side, but not anymore, he married the man already.

Adrian was his.

Behind him, he heard Adrian scramble out of the sofa, breathing heavily from fear and the unforgiving kiss they’d shared.

He realised that it was very fun, very arousing to tease Adrian, and that’s what he was going to do: tease Adrian until his little secretary came to him willingly.

He turned and faced Adrian who was struggling to latch his last two buttons of his shirt above his waist.

He reached out and covered Adrian’s hand, pulling him closer, and without a word, he helped him button up.

"T-thank you, Boss," Adrian stammered.

Alexander’s face was unreadable as he stared at Adrian, his hand came up to Adrian’s chin, holding him there.

"So, it was me, right?" He whispered.

Adrian gulped against Alexander’s hand, blinking slowly, "You w-what?" He asked.

Alexander narrowed his eyes and dipped his head in like he wanted to kiss Adrian but paused when their lips were now only a breath apart.

Adrian’s lip trembled as he shuddered, slowly sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

"This..." Alexander caught Adrian’s lower lip with his thumb and drew it out, his jaws clenching as he saw how red and glistening it was, "It was me all along." He whispered.

Adrian gulped, "I don’t understand," He lied.

Alexander chuckled dryly, "You trembled, tap your feet, get nervous, blush..." his thumb stroked Adrian’s cheeks so slowly, "and you bite your fucking lip whenever I get close to you... You’ve wanted your boss for a while... haven’t you, Mr. Secretary?" He questioned, brushing his thumb across Adrian’s lips.

Adrian instinctively stuck his tongue out to lick his lips but slid the moist tongue over Alexander’s thumb.

He froze, and so did Alexander. The lowering temperature started to rise again as their chests heaved, eyes speaking more volumes than any word could say.

Slowly, Alexander pushed his thumb between Adrian’s lips, his eyes never leaving Adrian’s.

Shock, fear, and undeniably hunger flashed in Adrian’s eyes as Alexander pushed his thumb into his mouth. He wasn’t sure what to do, but he did what he did best with his pen whenever he was anxious... he sucked.

Alexander found himself shuddering and closing his eyes for a second but quickly opening them so he didn’t miss the beautifully erotic view of his secretary sucking on his thumb.

"You’re naughty, Adrian... a real naughty secretary," Alexander groaned.

Adrian loved the look he was getting from Alexander and he craved more.

He stepped forward and pushed his head forward, sucking Alexander’s whole thumb into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it in slow circles.

"Mr. Cole..." Alexander’s voice turned explicitly dark and hungry, his eyes were gleaming with a dangerous intensity.

Adrian felt a boost of confidence within him as he watched Alexander’s eyes darken more and more.

With newfound confidence, he did what he’s been dying to do from the moment he set his eyes on Alexander. He reached out and placed his hand on Alexander’s chest and slowly started to slide it down his body.

Alexander’s breath hitched as he felt Adrian’s hand moving down his body. He knew exactly what was about to happen, and he wasn’t about to stop it.

He’d dreamt of it for months, and it drove him whenever his secretary sucked a darned pen into his mouth, he always wished it was something else, and right now, that something else was about to be sucked.

"Adrian..." Alexander breathed out as Adrian’s hand paused on his waistband, his mouth sucking harder on his thumb.

He could feel himself aching and leaking, no one had ever gotten him that hard, he felt so hot that he wouldn’t mind taking Adrian on the sofa if he kept teasing him.

Adrian finally lowered his hand and cupped Alexander’s bulge, massaging around his thumb as he felt the huge cock restrained in Alexander’s pants.

"Damn..." Alexander’s lips moved forward as Adrian’s fingers grazed lazily along his aching length.

He gasped breathlessly as Adrian pulled his thumb out of his mouth.

"You’re hard, boss... very hard," Adrian stated, his voice a sultry whisper that sounded like a siren’s call the Alexander’s ears.

"And what do you intend to do?" Alexander questioned in a low growl.

"Fuck," Alexander groaned as Adrian slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of him, staring up at him like an innocent slave.

"I intend to plead for your mercy," Adrian said, leaning his nose on Alexander’s bulge and inhaling deeply, a moan slipping out of his mouth.

"Shit, Adrian... don’t tempt me, you little vixen," Alexander’s hips stuttered as he pressed his cloth-clad clock on Adrian’s face, "If you want real forgiveness... work for it, Secretary. I told you before, I don’t run a charity–Ugh, fuck!" He shuddered when Adrian’s mouth sucked his tip through his pants, spit and precum soaking that part of his pants.

The surge of physical contact and the explicit turn of the conversation, combined with the dangerous revelation of Adrian’s identity, had escalated the encounter far past any professional boundary.

Alexander’s body visibly stiffened at Adrian’s actions. The initial heat in his eyes was rapidly replaced by a cold, calculating intensity as he registered the full implications of what was happening.

He gripped Adrian’s shoulders, hauling him back to his feet with abrupt, non-negotiable force, creating a decisive, if unsteady, space between them. The sound of their heavy, uneven breathing filled the small, private room.

"Enough," Alexander ordered, his voice suddenly hard and sharp, stripped of any residual amusement or heat. His composure snapped back into place, colder and more ruthless than before. He smoothed down his tie and jacket, erasing any trace of the intimate exchange, though his eyes remained fixed on Adrian.

Adrian, stunned and exposed, stumbled back a half-step, his adrenaline-fueled confidence instantly dissolving under the CEO’s icy glare. He blinked rapidly, the sudden, aggressive rejection more jarring than the kiss itself.

’He really doesn’t want me,’ He thought.

"The time for games is over, Adrienne," Alexander stated, reverting to the formal address, using Adrian’s fake name like a weapon. "You are my legal wife, employed under pretences, and you have just attempted to leverage a criminal deception through sexual coercion."

He walked over to his desk and hit a button on his intercom. "Hold all my calls, and ensure my calendar is clear for the next hour. No interruptions."

He turned back, his expression lethal. "You claim you were in a ’difficult position’ and ’needed the money.’ That is irrelevant. Your actions constitute fraud, contract breach, and the theft of property—both corporate and personal. Prison, as you noted, is a highly viable consequence."

Alexander walked toward the sofa and sat down, retrieving his tablet from the cushion where Adrian had left it. The return to the sterile, executive posture was brutal in its efficiency.

"You said you’d answer honestly. You promised," Alexander reminded him, his voice low, steady, and utterly unforgiving. "Since your methods of persuasion are unprofessional and illegal, we will revert to executive protocol. We are discussing the terms of your future—not your past desires."

He tapped the screen of the tablet, his gaze piercing Adrian. "You have exactly ten minutes to explain the scheme, the motivation, the choice of alias, and why you lied to my face."