Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 96: Help

"What are you doing?"

Melanie looked up from her laptop and her fingers paused in the middle of typing. She glanced at Adam and then almost giggled. His hair was all tousled up and sticking in the air. "I'm working, Adam. What else would I be doing?"

"Actually, there are a lot of things you could be doing. Like playing games, watching po*n." Adam answered helpfully, earning himself a glare from Melanie before he grinned and continued, "Okay okay. What are you working on? Is it something urgent?"

Melanie rolled her eyes and glanced at him," Why did you become a question bank all of a sudden?" Melanie muttered, shutting her laptop with a soft click. "And no, it's not urgent. But since I'm wide awake..."

"Perfect." Adam's grin widened. "Let's go! Come on," he urged, his tone practically buzzing with excitement.

"Go where?"

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Where are you taking me?" she asked, eyeing him warily.

"To see the nightlife," Adam declared easily as she stared at him.

"Nightlife? Adam, it's almost morning. It's 3 a.m. It would be considered morning life."

"Whatever! Come on. You have all day to work. Come with me."

"Yeah...I have to work all day so that means I'm not ready for a sudden road trip to into nightlife."

"It's not a road trip," Adam corrected. "I'm taking you out on my bike. It's just a ride."

As Adam jumped out of bed, Melanie eyes him suspiciously. She should refuse, but she didn't want to.. She was curious.

"Your bike?" Melanie gave him a dubious look. "Do I look like someone who rides bikes at 3 a.m.?"

"Well, you're about to." He shot her a wink. "Now hurry up and change before I decide your pajamas count as suitable wear."

Melanie rolled her eyes but even though she knew she should refuse she agreed out of sheer curiosity. Where would he take her at 3.00 am in the morning? "Fine," she muttered, pushing back her chair. "I'll go change. But if I suffer because of it, I will not spare you..."

"I'll take full responsibility," Adam said smugly. "Five minutes, Melon. Any longer and I'm dragging you out as you are."

"Try it," she called over her shoulder as she grabbed something from the suitcase and disappeared into the washroom. "I'll kick you down the stairs."

His chuckle followed her and she couldn't help but smile at the slight thrill in her stomach. Tomorrow, all her problems would be resolved but tonight, she'd see what Adam wanted to take her, she had a feeling it was going to be memorable.

Adam was paying with his keys when Melanie returned. His gaze dragged over her slowly — too slowly — lingering a second too long on the curve of her hips. His smirk turned into something far more dangerous as he whistled slowly," "Dam*. I thought you looked the hottest in your business skirts but those jeans... Melon, I am disappointed that you don't dress like that for me."

Melanie rolled her eyes and did not answer him. She'd bought the jeans in a hurry, and it was too tight as far as she was concerned. But since this was the only pair she'd brought, she'd decided to wear it for now.

His hand reached out suddenly, and tugged her by the wrist until she was closer than she intended to be.

"Hey!" she protested, half-heartedly pushing against his chest but Adam gave her a lazy smile as his hand hovered over the curve of her a**," I just wanted to take closer look at this perfect work of art... I think I should take you for a different ride..." He leaned closer to her then and muttered in her ear," I think you should ride me... That would be perfect for an early morning activity."

Melanie blushed and pushed him away, before moving towards the door,"Move it, Adam!"

Adam grinned and followed her out of the room, but not before muttering," Come on. I can teach you to ride..."

Melanie gave him another glare at his double entendre while he laughed and said," I mean I can teach you to ride my bike..."

"In your dreams," Melanie muttered and hurried away before she said something stupid.

Once outside, Melanie stared at the large bike in front of her and questioned, "Did you spend all your trust fund money on bikes?" Why did he have a different one each time?

Adam scoffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest, "You really think I only live off my trust fund?"

Melanie tilted her head and sent him a pointed look. "You don't?"

"Of course I do," Adam said smugly. "But I used my money wisely. My trust is earning money for me. As for the bikes," he patted the sleek black machine, "I buy old ones and refurbish them."

"So you're a mechanic too? Impressive." And this time, she was genuinely impressed. Truthfully, she didn't think much of Adam who seemed interested in only wasting his time living an adventurous life and not doing anything to earn a living.

Before she could change her opinion of him much of course, he answered," I am impressine with my hands, Melon. Want me to show you?"

Melanie glared at him as he raised his hands as if to touch her and she swatted at his hands. "Just get on."

Adam swung his leg over the bike, then grabbed a helmet and handed it to her.

Melanie took it and quickly fastened it before Adam had the chance to reach over and do it himself.

"You're a quick learner," he teased, watching her.

"I just didn't want your 'impressive' hands near my face." Melanie snapped back.

Adam laughed, revving the bike to life as he said, "Meaning, other parts of your body are okay with my hands? As Melanie glared at him, Adam grinned, "Climb on, Melon."

Melanie slid behind him and held his waist properly. The warmth of him pressed against her front,while Adam grinned over his shoulder.

"Trying to get close to me, huh?" he teased.

She gave his back a solid smack. "Just ride, Adam."