Youre In Every Part Of My Life Now
Adrian started leaving work early more often after that night.
Not because he suddenly cared less about business.
Because going home mattered now.
And somehow—
that realization terrified him more than the obsession ever had.
—
The rain finally disappeared by Friday.
For the first time in weeks, the city glowed beneath clear skies instead of storms.
Lia stood in front of the bathroom mirror inside Adrian's penthouse trying to fix her hair while mentally preparing herself for social death.
Because tonight—
she was attending one of Adrian's corporate charity galas.
Again.
Except this time felt different.
Worse somehow.
Because now everyone knew.
The ring.
The key.
The fact Adrian practically looked feral anytime another man spoke to her for longer than thirty seconds.
Their relationship was no longer gossip.
It was fact.
And apparently tonight would be the first time Lia attended one of his events openly beside him.
No hiding.
No pretending.
Just Adrian Monteverde publicly acting obsessed with her in front of half the city's elite.
Fantastic.
Absolutely fantastic.
A soft knock sounded against the bathroom door before Adrian stepped inside without waiting for permission.
Of course.
His eyes landed on her instantly.
Then stopped moving.
Silence filled the room immediately.
Lia looked down self-consciously at the black dress hugging her figure.
"You're staring."
Adrian closed the door slowly behind him.
Still staring.
"You can't wear that."
Her brows lifted instantly.
"What?"
The roughness in his voice wrapped tightly around her spine.
"You look too beautiful."
Heat rushed immediately into her cheeks.
God.
He genuinely sounded upset about it.
Lia crossed her arms lightly.
"That is not a real complaint."
"It is for me."
Adrian walked toward her slowly.
Focused entirely on her.
The closer he got, the softer his expression became.
Until finally—
he stopped directly behind her in front of the mirror.
Tall.
Warm.
Dangerously close.
His hands settled automatically against her waist while his chin brushed lightly near her shoulder.
Lia's pulse turned uneven instantly.
"You're quiet," she whispered softly.
"I'm trying to behave."
The honesty nearly destroyed her emotionally.
Because Adrian sounded serious.
Completely serious.
His gaze met hers through the mirror.
Dark.
Focused.
Gone.
"You shouldn't look like this before making me spend an entire evening around other people."
A faint laugh escaped her before she could stop it.
"You're jealous already?"
"Yes."
No hesitation.
Never hesitation.
God.
She really was doomed.
Adrian lowered his head slowly until his lips brushed softly against the side of her neck.
Not enough to ruin her makeup.
Enough to make her breathing uneven immediately.
His hands tightened slightly against her waist.
"You smell like me again."
The quiet satisfaction in his voice wrapped tightly around her chest.
Because she did.
His detergent.
His apartment.
His life.
Everything about them had blended together so naturally now it physically hurt sometimes.
Lia tilted her head slightly toward him.
"That still shouldn't make you this happy."
"It makes me insane."
The confession settled warmly into her chest.
Because Adrian no longer hid it.
Not the obsession.
Not the possessiveness.
Not the way loving her had consumed every part of his life.
His eyes lowered toward the ring resting against her hand.
Then slowly back to hers in the mirror.
"You're wearing my ring."
"You say that every day."
"I think about it every day."
The honesty nearly ruined her emotionally.
Adrian's thumb brushed lightly against her waist through the fabric of her dress before he sighed softly against her shoulder.
"You know what the problem is?"
Lia swallowed carefully.
"What?"
"You're in every part of my life now."
The confession wrapped tightly around her chest.
Because he sounded overwhelmed by it.
Not upset.
Almost stunned.
Adrian lifted his head slightly before turning her gently toward him.
His expression softened the second she looked fully at him.
"You're in my apartment."
One hand slid slowly upward along her arm.
"My schedule."
Another touch against her waist.
"My routines."
Then quieter—
his fingers brushing lightly against the ring—
"My future."
Her heartbeat physically hurt.
Because Adrian didn't say things casually.
Every word meant something deeper with him.
Lia looked up at him carefully.
"You make everything sound permanent."
A faint smile touched his mouth.
"That's because you are."
The room went quiet after that.
Warm evening light spilled softly through the windows while the city glittered far below.
Adrian simply looked at her.
Like he still couldn't fully believe she existed inside his life now.
Then softly—
almost thoughtful—
"I used to hate coming home."
The confession caught her off guard instantly.
Her brows pulled together slightly.
"What?"
Adrian's hand rested gently against her cheek.
"It was quiet." His thumb brushed softly beneath her eye. "Empty."
The honesty settled painfully inside her chest.
Because suddenly—
she imagined this enormous penthouse before her.
Cold.
Silent.
No blankets left on the couch.
No mugs in the sink.
No sleepy girl wearing his hoodies while studying until midnight.
Nothing soft.
Nothing warm.
Just Adrian alone inside all this space.
His gaze held hers steadily.
"Now I leave meetings early because you might already be there."
The confession shattered straight through her heart.
Because he sounded so sincere.
So completely gone for her.
Lia reached for him without thinking, fingers curling lightly against the front of his suit jacket.
Immediate reaction.
Adrian physically softened beneath her touch.
Like affection from her still unraveled him every single time.
"You really love me," she whispered softly.
A quiet breath escaped him.
Then Adrian leaned down slowly until his forehead rested against hers.
"Yes."
No hesitation.
No fear.
Just truth.
Always truth.
His hands tightened gently against her waist while his voice lowered softer.
"And it gets worse every day."