Little Miss Levine


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12. Chapter 12

(My POV)

Before I could even make it to my office, Rob tackled me from behind.

"Next week I want you to meet someone I think you- What's on your neck?", he asked, giving me a funny look.

"What do you mean?", I said, confused.

"Go look in the mirror! I think I know what you've been up to!", he laughed. I went to the bathroom and brushed my hair out of the way. There was a very noticeable hickey just below my ear. I laughed to myself, thinking about my friend with benefits, aka Mickey. I put some makeup on over it so maybe no one else would notice. I really didn't care if Rob knew. It was all fun and games with him. I leaned over the bathroom sink to retouch my mascara. When I did, I felt a sharp pain in both of my sides. I put down the mascara wand and untucked Mickey's shirt from my pants and rolled them down little. He had also left bruises on my hips. I was going to get used to this, though. I smirked as I walked out of the bathroom and brushed past Rob, making my way to my office.

"Someone had some fun last night! Who with?", he followed me to my office so he could interrogate me on the events that took place last night.

"Rob, I will talk to you about work and work only. It doesn't matter.", I replied sternly.

"Well, you need to tell me because I set up a date for you next week. Are you dating someone?", he questioned.

"No, I'm not dating anyone.", I finally answered.

"Then why do have a hickey?", he asked.

"Rob! Stop asking!", I glared at him.

"Okay, okay. We can talk about it later, yeah?", he ran out of my office, not even giving me a chance to respond. I rolled my eyes and sat down at my computer. I got on twitter and saw Adam's pity tweet. I scrolled down a little more and saw a picture of me on the steps of Mickey's house, crying my eyes out. Then, after I scrolled down a even more, there was another picture of me, coming out of Mickey's house this morning. A fan had pointed out that I was wearing his shirt. At least they didn't point out the hickey.

"@missfuturelevine: is there something between Adam's daughter and Madden?"

"@xtrememarooner: what's with mini levine always staying at Mickey's house?" There were dozens of tweets about me being with Mickey. Someone even posted a picture from a week ago, showing Mickey and I going to get frozen yogurt. I can't believe I was one of those fangirls, I thought. Oh, and "mini levine", I liked that.

It was another short work day. I walked into Adam's house, shutting the door quietly behind me.

"Salt!", I heard a voice boom from the kitchen. I followed the sound. Adam had on an apron, his laptop playing the Food Network beside the stove, and a million different spices set out. I leaned against the doorframe, listening and watching him cook. He was watching Martha Stewart make soup. I took a picture on my phone to tweet.

"Stir lightly!", he repeated after Martha. I burst into a fit of giggles.

"Oh, hello...", he blushed.

"What are you making?", I asked.

"Marinade for barbecue.", he replied.

"This video is for soup, you know that right?", I gave him a crooked smile.

"No! I wanted to invite everyone to a cookout!", he wailed, rubbing his temples. I rolled my eyes and groaned. "What?", he asked.

"No, I'm sorry. I just- We used to cook out at home. Homesickness setting in is all.", I lied. By "inviting everyone to a cookout", I figured he meant "inviting over everyone he knows to finally meet his fuck buddy".

"I can tell you're lying.", he accused.

"I don't want to meet your bitch!", I broke down in tears.

"No! I stopped that! I-I didn't think it would upset you this much.", he wrapped his arms around me in a hug, rubbing my back to calm me down. He pressed his nose to the top of my head. "I'm sorry. You can stay here tonight. Please don't stay with Jesse or Mickey tonight. I saw that picture of the bed on your phone so I went ahead and bought it.", he pleaded.

"The white one? The one I wanted?", I clung to his apron.

"Let's go see.", he laughed. We walked into my new room, and there wasn't just a bed. There was a white bed, a black vanity, and a black dresser. I clasped my hands over my mouth before jumping on top of the black duvet.

"Thank you so much! It's beautiful!", I almost felt like I was Daisy from The Great Gatsby when Gatsby showed her his mansion.

"Glad you like it. What color do you want to paint the room?", he asked, laying on the bed as I went to inspect the vanity.

"Blue. That's my favorite color."

"Really? That's James' favorite color.", he smiled.

"Yeah, I know.", I replied.

"Oh that's right, megafan. You know all about us.", he laughed. I looked up at him wide eyed.

"The soup is gonna bubble over!", I yelled, running into the kitchen. Fortunately, the soup hadn't bubbled over yet, but it was almost there. I turned down the stovetop heat and got a folded apron out of the cabinet below the sink. I tied it behind my waist and neck, then turned back to take over the cooking from Adam, who I'm sure didn't know much about making soup.

"Is that a Buzz Lightyear apron?", he grinned.

"Yes. I bought it online a couple of years ago.", I answered.

"Let me take a picture for twitter! That's so cute. Oh my god, the fans will love you.", he squealed.

"They already do.", I smirked.

"Oh, yeah. Of course! You're my daughter. Duh, they're gonna love you!", he chuckled.

"Somebody called me mini Levine on twitter this morning.", I stated.

"Oh my god, that's so perfect.", he threw his hands up in the air like he had discovered a cure to all diseases. "Go check what I posted.", he said after a minute of being on his phone.

"@adamlevine: Fan guying over mini me's Buzz Lightyear apron. Love my girl ;)", he had attached a picture of me in the apron, and a wooden spoon in my mouth.

"Love you too, daddy.", I giggled. He got up from his seat at the table and embraced me again.

"I love you so much. More than you'll ever know. I know that on the inside you're probably still mad at me for barely trying to reach you when you were little. You're probably still mad because I was so caught up in women that I forgot you were here. You're probably still mad because I pushed you out of my life for so long. You're probably still mad becau-"

"I'm just glad I have you now.", I cut him off. I heard a sniffle. "No, no, no! Please don't cry! I didn't want for you to cry.", I begged.

"You called me daddy.", he said simply.

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