To Hate Adam Connor

“Like a killer dick?” she asked, amusement evident in her tone.

“Exactly.”

“Okay, I can live with that. Can we talk about Adam Connor for a bit? Please. I’m sure it’ll calm me down.”

“You’re not fooling anyone, Olive,” I said. “And I don’t like the guy, what more can I say? I adore the kid, though. He’s pretty awesome.”

“And you were spending your days watching him because you didn’t like the guy, is that it?”

“That was then, this is now. He might have a fantastic body, and a good sized bulge—”

“Don’t forget the killer smile,” she reminded me.

“He never smiles at me, so I wouldn’t know that, but…”

“But what?”

“But…nothing. He is an asshole who sends innocent people to jail, and I hate him.”

“Here we go again,” Olive murmured.

You’re thinking the same thing, aren’t you? Maybe rolling your eyes? Don’t do it. Don’t get me wrong, the guy was lickable, a tree I wouldn’t have minded climbing. After all, how could I not think so after seeing him so close up? But that was before I saw his true nature.

I hated him and that was it.

“Soooo,” Olive started after a short moment. “Do you want to talk about Jameson?”

I groaned.

***

We made it to the premiere in one piece, and I was wearing the powder pinkish-nude dress with the plunging neckline as my boobs said hi to everyone glancing my way. I wasn’t complaining, not really. I looked good after all. Olive, though…Olive looked phenomenal in Jason’s arms. She wasn’t the leading actress in the movie, but that was how the media was portraying her, and she definitely got more attention than the actual leading actress. It was Jason and Olive. The night was theirs. I was so happy for her, so freaking happy that she’d found what she was looking for.

Me? There was no sign of my killer dick, yet. I was hopeful, though; I’d keep looking.

I stood at the end of the red carpet where Olive and Jason were answering questions for the reporters. As soon as we’d exited the car, Jason had secured her hand in his and from what I could see, he still hadn’t let go of her. I smiled and was actually thinking about sneaking inside where I’d heard I could find an open bar when someone spoke behind me.

“What are you doing here?”

That voice. I stiffened, but unfortunately couldn’t stop the goose bumps from making an appearance. Slowly I turned around.

Adam freaking Connor.

Dear God…

He looked good enough to fuck out in the open. I could’ve had so much fun with him if only he weren’t such a bastard.

“What are you doing here?” I asked instead of answering him.

His eyes dropped to my boobs, and he frowned. I frowned too and looked down to make sure nothing was wrong. When I couldn’t find anything wrong, I put my hands on my boobs and lifted my eyes back to his. He was still looking.

Smiling sweetly, I tilted my head and asked, “Would you like to touch them?”

His eyes flew up to mine and his frown deepened. “What?” He shook his head. “Never mind. What are you doing here?”

“What do you think I’m doing here?” I asked back, dropping my fake smile. You’d think he would be at least a little nicer after I looked after his son, right? But nope, not this one.

He closed his eyes and sighed. “Ah. Right. You came with Jason and Olive.”

“Bingo. You win the smartest guy award,” I deadpanned.

“I’m sorry, when I saw you here, I thought…”

“Don’t tell me you thought I was stalking you.” He stayed silent, so I frowned. Forcing myself to soften my gaze, I leaned forward and whispered, “Fuck you, okay?” His gaze hardened, and I leaned back. “You’re hot and all, I’ll give you that much, but I don’t like you enough to stalk you. Now, if you were Henry Cavill…that would change things.”

“Good to know you gave up on stalking me and moved on to Henry.”

And back to the start… “Who the hell do you think you are? I wasn’t stalking you,” I said through gritted teeth as someone bumped into me; Adam caught me by my arms before I could lose my balance and tackle him. I froze. My hands might have been splayed on his chest, but I would not admit to copping a feel.

“Are you okay?” he asked, dipping his head to look at my face.

Was I okay? Well, he smelled nice, so that was okay. His chest was hard under my hands too.

“No thanks to you,” I mumbled, looking anywhere but his eyes.

Exactly at that moment, Jason and Olive decided to join us. “Hey, guys,” Jason said as we broke apart.

“Hi,” Olive added, smiling big at Adam. Jason pulled her closer to his side.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight,” Jason said to Adam as Olive gave me a questioning look. I looked away. It was such a beautiful night.

The Giant—Adam’s bodyguard—appeared out of nowhere. “Adam, she’s posing. You’ll have to catch her before she goes in.”

Adam nodded and looked at Jason. “It was a last minute decision. If you’ll excuse me, I have to talk to Adeline.” He stepped away then looked back at Olive with a small smile on his face. “You look beautiful, Olive, congratulations on your success.”

Olive blushed, and Adam left. I rolled my eyes and grumbled under my breath. “Suck up.”

“It’s as if I’m not the lead actor at all,” Jason said, looking down at Olive. “You’re stealing all the spotlight, little one. Should I be worried?” Olive smiled up at him, and Jason must’ve taken that as an invite ’cause he leaned down and gently kissed her on her lips. I leaned back a little and sure enough, his hand was pressed against the small of her back. The dress was a success.

When Jason’s publicist came over with the private security hired by the studio in tow, the lovebirds had to break apart. Megan swept Jason away so he could do the last few interviews with his costar as Olive and I waited for him on the sidelines.

“What did Adam Connor want from you?” Olive asked as soon as Jason left.

“Nothing,” I said distractedly as I moved my gaze over to the paparazzi and the mass of fans lined up behind the red ropes. “I think I’m ready to go in,” I continued. “I’m starting to get anxious with all these people around.

“Don’t even try to change the subject on me now. What do you mean nothing? What were you talking about?”

I glanced back at Olive and noticed the security coming toward us. “He thought I was stalking him, so I said fuck you. That’s the gist of it. Happy now?”

“Why don’t you try and be nice to him so you two can get married and be my neighbor?”

I snorted. “Please. I’d die before I married that guy.”

“Mrs. Thorn,” the blond security guy said as he stopped next to us. He didn’t look that bad at all. Bulky arms, a white button-down, black slacks, slightly noticeable bulge…I didn’t go for blonds that often, but what better time to change things around, right? “We need you to get inside, please,” he added, holding his hand to his earpiece. Well, that was definitely sexy.

“What? Why?” Olive asked immediately, her eyes searching for Jason.