Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 115: A Challenge

Melanie could barely lift her eyes from her cereal bowl as Adam moved around the kitchen, making his breakfast with deliberate ease.

It was painfully obvious that he was putting on a show—stretching just a little too much, lingering by the counter longer than necessary, giving her every opportunity to take in the sight she had determinedly overlooked the night before. As if he was making sure she noticed.

"Shameless," she thought again, pressing her spoon into the soggy cereal as if that would somehow distract her.

But even as she mentally scolded him, she knew she was no better.

Because, ultimately, the second he turned his back towards her, she was staring, her gaze shamelessly tracing the curve of his muscled back, the way his boxers clung low on his hips.

Maybe he was flaunting it. But she was definitely enjoying it. Though she really wanted to stare at the front.

"I can feel your gaze, you know." Adam spoke up, his back still to her as he cracked the eggs into a bowl.

"It must be your overactive imagination," Melanie replied primly as she lifted her spoon and ate some more.. "I'm far too busy admiring my breakfast."

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"Then I suppose I'm honored to be on the menu," he shot back. "Eat up," he said as he turned around to stare at her.

Melanie choked on her cereal. "You are insufferable," she sputtered, dabbing at the milk that nearly escaped her lips because of his sudden turning around. "And completely deranged if you think I—"

"Think what?" He arched an eyebrow at her, amusement dancing in his eyes as he leaned back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. "That you weren't staring?"

She opened her mouth, ready to fire back a sharp retort, but her words faltered when he tilted his head slightly, watching her in that way that made her feel far too exposed.

Damn it.

Clearing her throat, she lifted her spoon again, making a show of scooping up another bite of cereal. "I was not staring," she said, voice prim, though the heat on her cheeks begged to differ. "I was merely... observing my surroundings."

His smirk deepened. "Uh-huh. And what did you observe?"

"That you are," she said sweetly, "in dire need of pants and shirts."

"Uhh huh! But I am living with a woman who likes to tear off my clothes! What if one day I end up without any clothing? What will I do? So, I am saving my clothes for future use."

With that, he shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands in a gesture of helplessness, rendering her helpless in the process. Because now... she had the full front view on display... And she was staring.

Using her distraction, Adam oyshed off the counter, walking towards her slowly as he lowered his voice and murmured,"And if you really wanted me dressed, you wouldn't be blushing like that."

His finger traced her hot cheek and she realized that she was now in direct view of the twin peaks that were pierced. Her hands itched as she stared at him. How did he...

Adam smiled as he looked down at her and then bent over, placing both his hands on the back of her chair so that she was surrounded by him. Melanie felt her senses explode as she was surrounded by the faint elusive scent that was unmistakably him.

She stiffened and her grip tightening on the spoon as his lips brushed the shell of her ear.

"You," he murmured with a voice smooth as sin, "are obsessed with my piercings."

Her breath hitched. That was not true. She wanted to deny it.

Absolutely not—

But before she could utter the denial, his fingers found her chin, tilted her face up until her eyes locked with his. A slow, knowing smirk played at his lips as he studied her, and even the dark bruise on his jaw did nothing to distract her from his handsomeness as he teased, "Are you curious,my sweet little Melon? Where else I have piercings?"

Melanie's eyes widened.

Oh, God. Did he have any other piercings as well? She looked at his face and then his ears. There was nothing there. And then, her mind betrayed her instantly, supplying an array of very inappropriate possibilities. Heat rushed up her neck, setting her skin on fire and she was sure that she was not blushing, rather her entire face must be red.

Adam must have caught the way her gaze flickered—just for a second—because his smirk deepened, damn near devilish now.

With a slow movement, he let her gaze follow his fingers and then slowly dragged it over the waistband of his boxers, watching her all the while.

Melanie swallowed.

Her eyes followed that stupid finger, entirely against her will, before she realized what she was doing and snapped her gaze back up—

Only for him to suddenly tap her temple with that same finger.

She blinked.

"I had one here," he said, pointing just above his eyebrow. "But I let it close, though."

She exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, equal parts relieved and furious.

"You," she gritted out, jabbing a finger at his bare chest, "are a menace."

Adam grinned, unfazed. "And yet, you keep looking because you are curious about this menace."

"I am not!"

He gave her a look that was all skepticism and mischief. "Right. So if I asked you where you thought I had other piercings, you'd say...?"

"I'm not answering that."

"Why not?" He leaned closer again, voice dipping. "Afraid?"

Melanie shot up from her chair, nearly knocking over her cereal bowl in the process as she backed away from him. "I have to go. Somewhere."

Adam just laughed as she turned away, and then called after her, "You should really finish your breakfast."

"I lost my appetite!" she yelled back as she closed the bedroom door behind her loudly!

"Funny," he mused. "I could swear you were eating me up just a second ago."

She didn't dignify that with a response, cursing herself for ever looking at his damn piercings in the first place.