After My Death, My Husband Who Threw Me Into the Hunting Grounds Went Insane novel Chapter 141

ADAM

Two nights later, Henry visited my penthouse, but he wasn't alone. Demi came with him. As much as I didn't want to speak to any of them, I wanted to know what the hell happened.

"Adam, just let me speak," she pleaded. I guessed she's back to being Demi again.

"Say it, I don't have a lot of time." I strolled back into my living room and slumped on the couch. She remained standing.

"I was wrong, I know. I told you I was still fighting this, but sometimes I just can't help it."

I buried my face in my palms briefly. "What is it that you two really want to tell me?"

"I'm here to say goodbye, and this time, I'm not coming back," Demi announced, her voice filled with regret. "We're here to end this, Adam. All of this."

"Adam," Henry interjected. "You know how it was before. It's unavoidable."

"And you're fine with this, Henry?" I cracked at him instead. "That isn't what I saw when you met her again."

"Don't be so cruel, Adam. You know she can hear us," he said.

I stood and faced him. "Just say it, Henry. It's Sofia. Sofia can hear me, that's what you want to say. After all this time, you haven't moved on."

"But you don't understand. I promised to take care of her back then. If it weren't because of you, Sofia wouldn't shut off!" he barked.

"Henry, no!" Demi grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Don't, please. You know how much agony we've been through because of this, and it is time for me to correct things. We already talked about this, right?"

He didn't answer.

I held his shoulder. "Henry, I know that it's been hard for you, too. You couldn't let go of her all this time."

He shook his head. "I can't."

"But you have to," Demi said softly, then held his hand. "Henry, you have to help me."

"And how are you going to tell Julia this?" I questioned. "She's hurt. How are you going to explain this to her?"

He shut his eyes and exhaled sharply. "I'll tell her myself."

JULIA

"I don't know how we ended up here, actually." Megan took a sip of her Cosmo. I honestly didn't have anyone to call right now, aside from her. "I haven't seen you these past two months. How come you just called me in the middle of the night? But it's your birthday, so it's fine with me. Happy Birthday!"

"My birthday was two days ago, but thanks."

"You said your boss—your hot boss who's in love with you—has this little brother who's totally into you, but they also have this supermodel ex-girlfriend, who's trying to take your seat," she rambled. "Is that what you were trying to say over the phone? I just summarized everything."

"Adam isn't in love with me," I corrected.

She clicked her tongue. "That poor woman. She has DID. She doesn't know what she's doing, so it's really unfair if you blame everything on her. It's your boyfriend. Does he still have feelings for her or something?"

"I've been asking myself that, but I don't want to talk to him right now." I looked at her. 

"Hmm…" She put her empty glass on the table. "I need more drink. What about beer?"

"Sure. I need that right now."

"Okay. I'll just go and get some," she said, then she stood and left.

When she returned, she was holding two bottles of Bismarck, but she wasn't alone. She sat next to me with a blond guy. Apparently, he seemed charming but looked more casual in his preppy outfit.

"This is Nathan. He's with his friends, and he asked me if we could join them, but of course, it's up to you. Why don't you say hi, so he can leave? You're not interested in him, right?"

I felt the color drain from my cheeks. "What? I didn't even say anything," I complained in a whisper. I grabbed the bottle of beer from Megan.

"It's okay if you don't want to," Nathan said.

I ignored him and chugged the liquor and grimaced at the bitter taste.

"Easy. You're not really a drinker, are you?" he observed.

I shook my head.

"Do you dance?"

"No."

"I'm a good teacher." He grinned.

"No. I said no."

"I think your friend is bored," he said to Megan. "I think I should leave."

Megan rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. Why ask me to come here if we're not going to dance?"

I sighed in defeat. "Alright! I'll dance, but I will dance on my own."

"Okay!" Megan shouted, lifting up her beer, then drank it straight. "Game on!"

Nathan ushered us to the dance floor but joined another guy and moved away. The loud noise from the hip-hop music was unexpectedly entertaining. Nathan moved to the middle, and he began to dance like liquid with his graceful twist and turns.

 I grinned. He's good.

He glided towards me and showed me some shuffle and freestyle moves as if his shoulders and arms were locking in supple rhythm.

 "Come on. I can teach you," he invited. With my consent, he grabbed my hand and spun me around, so he was behind me. He slipped his hands on my waist, still keeping the distance between our bodies.

"You move your hips like this," he instructed. I didn't know, but I let his hands move me from the left then to the right. "Simple, right? You just have to give a little more beat, ready?"

"Okay." I didn't know why, but this felt amazing. It's like I was free. I turned around again and faced him. "Quit the gentlemen thing and teach me." 

Nathan grinned, and he brought my arms up to his shoulders. Then we began swaying my hips in accord with his body movement. It felt good.

"I never danced like this before!" I shouted between the loud music. He chuckled.

"I always love dancing. So tell me, miss. Will I see you again?"

"Not gonna happen."

"Can I give you mine instead? Don't worry, I am not a thug."

"Not sure."

He laughed. "Okay. Let's just dance for now."

I didn't know how long we'd been dancing. I just danced and danced, forgetting about everything.

***

I OPENED my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. I wasn't in my room, and my eyes felt awfully sore. I was alone in a king-sized bed that ten people could fit into, wearing nothing but an oversized white shirt and boxers.

Oh, my God! No. I immediately touched my chest. I wasn't wearing a bra. God, just where the heck was I?

The last thing I remembered was dancing with Nathan at the club—and where the hell was Megan?

Is this Nathan's place?

"Good morning."

Adam suddenly came into the room. He was bare-chested, revealing his yummy hard abs, wet from the shower, and only a white towel covered his nakedness. This was the first time I saw him in this state.

I gulped. "Adam," I breathed.

"Sorry to wake you up. I'm just going to get some clothes." Then he walked to his wardrobe.

"Where am I?"

"In my penthouse, in my room."

My chin dropped. I couldn't believe it. "Why am I here?"

"I brought you here."

"No. I mean, how did I end up here?"

Adam stared at me, then grabbed a shirt and pants from his closet. "You were very drunk. You could have been raped if I wasn't there to take you."

"Why would you take me here? You could've brought me to my apartment."

"Julia, it was four in the morning. You wouldn't want me to disturb the neighborhood."

"Why not? And what is this?" I clenched the hem of the T-shirt I was wearing. "Who changed me?"

"I did. What am I supposed to do? Let you sleep covered in your own vomit?"

I almost choked. "Did we—?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I'll forget that you asked me that."

I guess that was a no, then. "I need to go home."

"Not looking like that." He walked to the side of the bed and picked up the clothes that were neatly folded over the bedside table. "Here. These are mine. Wear this and go downstairs. There's breakfast in the dining room. You should eat. I'll just get dressed."

I nodded and took the clothes. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened."

He frowned. "You don't?"

"I don't. I was dancing with this guy and—"

"Oh, the guy who was grinding his dick on you?" He smirked humorlessly. "I almost forgot who you were, Julia. How could you let him touch you? I don't want anything like this to happen again."

"I was not in the right frame of mind, okay?" I tried to reason. "I wanted to relax, and my friend—hey, did you see my friend?"

"Yes. She helped me to clean you up last night."

Oh.

"And one more thing," he continued, "I don't like that you jumped on me like that when you were drunk."

"What's that supposed to mean? What do you mean jumping on you? Did I do something weird?"

Shit! I couldn't remember. What was he talking about?

Damn it! I really don't!

"You don't remember?"

"No…"

"Never mind, just…" he groaned, "never mind." Adam turned away, then exited the room. 

A little while later, I went downstairs and sat on a barstool by the marble island in the kitchen while Adam poured milk into my glass. I picked up the sandwich and took a small, cautious bite, and chewed soundlessly. Adam settled on the chair in front of me and ate his food. Afraid that he might finish first, I nibbled a bigger bite.

What the hell was I doing? I felt like a robot. I put my sandwich down.

"I said stop!" he growled, then he stood. He pulled up his zipper, making sure it was secured, then he rushed out of the shower—leaving me alone and stunned.

Oh, God! I remembered it now.

How could I freaking forget? That was so stupid. Did I really want him that bad that I couldn't resist him?

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself with a towel. Damn, me. I was becoming worse than ever. I lacked self-discipline these days, and I hadn't been true to myself. I was foolish enough to even want both brothers. It wasn't supposed to turn out like this. This wasn't what I really wanted.

Now, I just needed to clear my mind. I needed to think of what I would say to Adam. However, resisting him wouldn't help us at all. It wouldn't help me move on because I just couldn't admit that I wanted him more than I comprehended. I knew I didn't have to choose at all, because who I wanted was his brother, but I wasn't sure about that anymore. Henry was with Demi now.

God! That wasn't a sign of a clear mind! I was still so confused. But I had to fix this now. Adam needed to know how I felt about everything—including my stupidity.

I hastily wore the clothes he provided. Shortly after, I came downstairs to see him. He was in the living room, watching sports.

"Adam?" I called, still hesitating to come close.

He didn't answer, but he turned off the TV.

"Can we talk?"

"Speak."

"I remember what happened last night."

"Hmm," he sang.

"And I'm sorry about that. It was so stupid of me. It was probably the alcohol talking." Damn, Julia. Trying to find a reason, are we?

He smirked, still unmoving.

"And I've been thinking a lot about this… us, lately."

He looked up at me. "Would it hurt you to sit here? Why are you standing there?" His voice was still cold but commanding.

"Sorry," I mumbled. I moved closer and sat on the settee across from him. "As I was saying… I'm thinking about this. About you, me, and Henry… about all of this stuff."

"What about it?"

"Everything was wrong to begin with—my attempt on getting your brother's attention, seeking out help from you, becoming like Demi—"

He scowled, finally shifted his legs to lean forward. "Hold on. You think you are becoming like Demi?"

"Yes, and I'm sure, deep inside, you think so too."

"You are drawing the wrong conclusions about me," he declared. "I don't think you are like Demi. No one does, even Henry. I'm sure he knows that himself. You didn't know what happened to us in the past."

Regardless of their past, I was still wrong to ever want both of them. "But it's the same. I've been doing the same thing—"

He clenched his jaw. "You are not," he said tightly. "I'll tell you again. It would never be the same."

I shook my head. "I didn't like repeating what happened before, that's all. I understand that she didn't want it because she was ill, but I'm perfectly fine, Adam."

The wrinkle on his eyebrows increased. "Do you want to know why I say it's not the same? I will tell you why it's not. We fucked her, Julia—to the point that we shared her in the same bed, like an animal, and that's the difference. Happy now?"

I cringed. An image of him and Henry in the same bed with Demi flooded my mind. Stirring bolts slithered through my veins, making me colder than ever, and the colors drained from my face.

"No, of course, I'm not happy. How would that make me happy? I feel sick down to my stomach. Really, really sick."

He pressed his two fingers on his temples, then his expression softened. "I didn't want you to know that. I just want you to know that I don't look at you the same way I looked at her."

"Then, it wouldn't matter if I tell you to fix this?" I slowed down. His honesty was all I wanted. "I just wanted to know your past with her."

"Now that you know, you must think I'm a sick monster. And there's nothing more to fix."

"There is," I pressed. "I can't choose between you and Henry. I was wrong to begin with. You see, this didn't have to be a choice. I wanted to fix what's broken between us. I still wanted to look at your face in the morning, thinking that everything was back to normal."

"But nothing has been normal since we kissed," he whispered harshly. "Julia, this won't get back to normal."

"But it's better this way."

"What if I know something much better? Let's face this now," he said softly. "I'm tired of this stupid competition."

Adam cupped my face and came closer. His lips met mine. I tried to press my lips together to resist, but he forced his tongue into my mouth and bit my bottom lip hard. Then, he lifted me and brought me to the couch. He gripped my waist—sliding his hand under my shirt, reaching for my breast. He twisted my nipples.

I moaned, but he brought his tongue back to my mouth to shut me up. I was on fire. No more words, just a suppressed desire. The way he pressed his hard chest against me and how he claimed my lips with his mouth was intoxicating.

"You are mine," he said breathlessly as he parted slightly. He brought his lips to my neck, and his hard shaft was pressing on my stomach. "You didn't have to choose because you are only mine. Do you understand?"

"Adam, we shouldn't—"

"Answer me, baby. Are you mine?"

"Yes…"

"Say it. Say, you are mine, and mine alone."

I swallowed. "I'm yours…" I gave in. This was bad.

"Good." He stood back on the ground—leaving me so open and so needy.

"I am taking you somewhere," he promised.

"What? Where?"

He kissed my forehead. "You'll see."