Read The One Adored (The One Trilogy Book 3) Online
Authors: Alexandra North
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ALEXANDRA NORTH
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For the 130 people and their families, who lost their lives in the Paris attacks 13th November 2015.
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“
If you are not too long I will
wait here for you all my life
.”
Oscar Wilde
In no particular order for…
THE ONE ADORED
Almost five years earlier…
“Where do you want this box, Lulu?”
“Each box is marked with the room it needs to be placed in and a corresponding number. Let me see… this one needs to go into the… kitchen.” She cross checks it with the printed list, firmly held in place by her clipboard. “Number 33… utensils… just put it on the counter, thanks, Seb.”
I smile at my friend, shaking my head at her uber organisational skills; no one did planning better than Lucia. She was the epitome of efficient and had kicked my arse into touch often enough at Uni and in business; if she wasn’t so career driven I’d ask her to come work for me. I honestly didn’t know how she did it or could be bothered half the time - what was wrong with winging it?
What was I saying, Lu would never ‘wing it’.
Since we’d left University she was always so calm and collected, perfectly made up, without a hair out of place
- these were just some of reasons for my occasional kinky thoughts about her; occasions such as this. Five minutes under my touch and I’d have her feathers ruffled, hair down her back - make her feel less in control and there’d be little to no time for composing lists - she be flat on her back with my cock buried deep within her, too busy screaming my name from those juicy lips. She needed to abandon her tight grip on
order
, and become the Lu I used to know - she used to be much more carefree. Niall definitely wasn’t paying her enough attention.
I snap back to reality and plaster the
‘friend smile’
back across my face. “You’re really good at this, Lu. Remind me to get you in if I ever need to move house.”
She grins back at me, preening under my compliment. “I know you think I’m uptight but I just like things done a certain way. We all have our talents or crosses to bear dependant upon how you view them. You have many - why’d you think I asked you to help out?”
“Because I’ve got plenty of experience with handling a box?”
Whoa… thought you were trying to keep it away from the sexy play-talk?
Her full-on belly laugh is infectious and I can’t help my own deep chuckle. She looks good when she smiles, it opens up her whole face. We’d always been able to make one another laugh, something I rarely see her do with Niall of late. She always got my sense of humour and I got hers.