Conspiraty: Hello! Welcome to Chapter 5 and we're at 2,000 views! Thank you all! :D

pinksakura271: It's okay, I'm always confused, nothing new. Ahhh. I'll get back to you on that. I didn't really think about putting one. There's more puns in the upcoming chapters! I don't know if I consider her snappy, I think you're referring to Sabrina, she was the snappy one. Marinette is sitting up here getting action and I can't even get a man to text me back! She's lucky LMAO. I love Alya the way she is. Brings good comedy. xD I actually wasn't a huge fan of the bakery name, but glad y'all like it. :D

emily414143: The name reminds me of the Delicious Emily series. *Sighs* I was obsessed with the series as a kid, when I was little and when I had a childhood. I still am now. xD If you've never played them, should get some of the phone. They're great, I promise (If y'all know what I'm talking about let me know cause otherwise I sound stupid XDD) ANYWAYS, thank you! I didn't even think of that! ~facepalms~ Y'all are coming up with better ideas than I am...

Chat-and-ladybug: Thank you! It's something new I tried, never did them for any of my stories. Glad to know you like them c:

"Mari, I think you need to wake up now." My eyes slowly flutter open and the bright sunlight beaming through my window makes me close them tight again. "Shit." I roll over and cover my head with my pillow, hearing Alya's soft giggle.

"Seriously, Marinette, you're going to sleep the day away if you don't get up." Sleep the day away? I push back onto my shins to look at the clock.

"It's 3:30? In the afternoon? Fuck." I shoot off the bed and run into the bathroom. "Alya, why the hell did you let me sleep this late? And how did I even get up here?" She follows me into the bathroom and leans against the door as I brush my teeth and unruly hair.

"First of all, I came in this morning to find you passed out face down on the workbench. So, being the nice girl that I am, I dragged you up here and put you to bed." I splash my face with cold water and dry it with a towel, turning to smile at her. "Oh, God, I bet I was a sight." She shrugs and steps aside as I walk into the bedroom and begin getting dressed.

"And secondly, I've been trying to wake you up for the past four hours." I roll my eyes at her statement. Of course, she's been trying to wake me up and I've slept through it. What the hell don't I sleep through besides my alarm? I slip on my jeans and a black tank top before I walk out from behind the partition. "Four hours? Jesus. Oh shit." My stomach drops. "I missed my consultation."

She smiles sweetly at me and I want to punch her. What is she, mental? That's money lost. "Relax, I took care of it. Mrs. Bourgeois was more than happy to meet with me since you were suffering from a stomach bug. You're welcome."

"I love you. You know that, right?" She wraps me into a big hug and rubs the top of my forehead. "You better. Come on, I have something to show you."

I follow her down the stairs and into the bakery. Everything is in perfect order, which I knew it would be. Alya is more than capable of handling shit while I sleep my life away. "God, I'm starving. I feel like I haven't eaten in days. Ooohhh, and you iced the mocha cupcakes." I pull a blueberry muffin out from the almost bare display case and begin nibbling on it while spacing out the remaining treats.

Alya emerges from the back carrying a familiar looking white box. Oh, God. "Of course I iced them. And they have been selling like crazy too, along with everything else today. We've been slammed." She places the box on the counter in front of me and I swallow loudly. "But who gives a shit about cupcakes or anything edible right now. You have no idea how hard it has been to not open this." She pushes it closer to me. "Now get to it."

My heart begins beating so hard in my chest I think for sure it will crack my sternum. "Maybe later." I push it away from me easily. Hmm. Definitely not flour. "Fuck that noise. Since you aren't going to freely tell me why you couldn't get any sleep last night, which I'm just going to assume was because a certain someone was on your mind, you will open this right now." She pushes it back in front of me and pulls the ribbon.

"Same delivery guy?" I ask and she nods. Not that I really had any doubt. Placing my half-eaten muffin down, I open the box, grabbing the brown card that is lying on top of the tissue. "Read it out loud," she squawks. "No. What if he's confessing to a murder? I would hate for you to be an accessory." Alya mutters something underneath her breath as I unfold the note and step back, giving myself the illusion of privacy.

Marinette,

Next time I go to Agent Provocateur to replace something of yours, you will be accompanying me.

X Adrian

"Fuck me." I throw the card at Alya and riffle through the tissue paper, slowly pulling out the pair of purple lacy panties with the tiny ribbons on the side. She slams her hand down on the counter. "Jesus Fucking Christ. He bought you panties?"

"Yeah. I mean, he took the ones from the wedding and I jokingly told him he had to buy me a replacement pair." I stare at the panties, my face instantly heating up at the realization that Adrian actually went lingerie shopping for me. Christ, this is seriously hot. "I was totally kidding though."

Alya re-reads the note several times before she turns to me, fanning her face with the card. "This has to be the hottest note I've ever read. Like, I could seriously have an orgasm reading this." Her mouth drops open and she steps closer to me, admiring the panties in my hand. "Wait a minute. What do you mean he kept your panties from the wedding? YOU WENT HOME WITHOUT PANTIES?!"

I snatch the note back and slip it into my pocket. "Oh hold off on the judgement please. Like you haven't gone without your delicates before." She looks toward the ceiling for a memory and smiles as I laugh at her. "Shit, Alya. How hot is this?"

"Wickedly hot. Sweet Lord, you need to fuck him again and fast before I drug him and take him to my house for a fucking." I laugh until my side hurts and am only interrupted when the shop phone rings.

"Marinette's Sweet Spot." I giggle into the phone as Alya studies my panties like a weirdo. "Give those back, you perv," I whisper away from the phone. "Marinette?"

My back straightens, my eyes widen, and I almost drop the phone. I know that voice. Clearing my throat and pretending I don't, I answer after a beat. "Yes, this is Marinette."

"It's Adrian."

"Oh, hi." I swat at Alya to get her attention and mouth it's him. She drops my panties on the counter and quickly snatches the phone away from me. What? No!

"Adrian. You stud you. My girl is DYING for you to impregnate her."

"GIVE ME THE PHONE." She grins and nods as I jump up and try to snatch it. Damn it to hell, she's taller than me.

"Yup. She just opened your package. Speaking of packages, just how big is your dick? As memorable as she says?" I am going to kill her. Slowly.

Grabbing the phone out of her hand, I punch her as hard as I can in her shoulder as she laughs at me. "Asshole. Shit, my hand. You're fucking dead, Cesaire." I shake my hand in the air and bring the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I say through a wince of pain. Oh, God. Please tell me he didn't hear any of that.

"Hi, coccinelle. What's this about you wanting to carry my children?" I can hear that smug smile in his voice, obviously enjoying himself immensely. I, on the other hand, want to hurl myself into traffic. "Sorry. Alya drinks." This is mortifying. "Can I help you with something?"

"Is your hand okay?" A customer walks through the door and Alya gets to work on helping her. After flipping her off, I watch her giggle at me as I slip into the back for some much needed privacy. "Yes, it's fine, I think." Making a fist to stretch it out, I smile at my next move. He sends me a naughty note; he's going to get naughty Marinette. "How's your hand?"

"My hand? And why would something be wrong with my hand, sweet Marinette?" I sigh. Sweet Marinette. Lord, help me, this guy is smooth. "Well, I just assumed you jerked off repeatedly at the image of me in each and every item in that store today. In fact, I'm counting on it." The sound of coughing comes through the phone and I chuckle.

"So tell me, why exactly would I accompany you to Agent Provocateur? I'm there enough as it is." After a brief moment of just his breathing in my ear, which is making the hair of my neck stand up, he speaks. "Do you own any garters?" His voice is low and taunt. Christ, he sounds seductive, even at work.

I can feel my pulse hammering in my neck as I bite my bottom lip. "Maybe, why?"

"Wear one tonight." Tonight? I'm going out for drinks with Alya and Rose tonight. Of course, where Rose goes, Ali goes. And Ali must have told Adrian. I suddenly can't wait for drinks. "You know those cost a pretty penny, don't you? I would hate to lose such an expensive item of clothing when you decide to steal it." Even though I wouldn't mind entirely. He can confiscate every article of clothing I have for all I care.

"Who said anything about you taking it off?" I grip the workbench and close my eyes, suddenly feeling like I could combust.

"Adrian."

"Marinette." I glance down at my shirt, my aroused nipples highly visible now. I moan softly into the phone before I answer in a whisper, "I'm so wet right now." A loud crack rings through the receiver and I know he's dropped it. Ah, sweet victory.

"Are you serious?" he murmurs and I chuckle as his response. "Shit. You can't tell me that when I'm stuck at work." I run my hand up and around my neck, feeling the clamminess of my skin. "Well, I am. That voice of yours does that to me." Alya pops her head through the doorway and I immediately freeze. "Mari, we need more eclairs."

I nod quickly, eyes wide as Alya's grin gets bigger. "I guess I'll see you later then?" I ask, moving toward the pastry rack. I know my face is beet red, and I feel like I've just been caught masturbating. Shit, I practically was. He breathes heavily into the phone. "I'm counting on it." The call ends, allowing me to grab the container of eclairs with both hands after I place the phone down on the worktop.

Turning quickly, I see Alya watching me, arms crossed. "You look all hot and bothered," she says slyly through her smile. "I am. And I'm not sure how I feel about it either." Pushing past her, I walk to the display case and fill the tray of pastries. She leans against the doorframe. "What does that mean? He wants you, obviously; you want him, again, obviously, so what's the problem here?"

I close the case. "No problem. This is just sex. Really fucking good sex. So, no problem." I brush past her and shake my head, silently communicating this conversation is over. because this is just sex. And even though I've always been a relationship kind of girl, I am more than capable of handling hot casual sex. Right?

Alya and I arrived at The Akuma at 8:30 P.M., after I spent over an hour debating what to wear. I've settled on my cream summer dress that hugs my curves in the most sinfully way possible. It bunches in the front, accentuating my cleavage, and falls just above my knees. Paired with my matching heels, and feeling my garter cling to my thighs, I feel secretly sexy.

My hands shake as we step through the door, Alya leading the way through the packed bar. I have no idea why I'm so nervous. I've already had sex with the guy. And now I know for sure he enjoyed it as much as I did and doesn't regret it. But for some reason, my heart is pounding in my ears and my stomach is clenched tight. Come on, Marinette. You can do this. He wants you and you sure as hell want him.

I follow Alya to the bar where Rose is perched on a stool, messing with her phone. With no members of the Chicago man candy club in sight, I breathe in a sigh of relief. "Finally. Holy hell, Marinette. That dress. Shit, that might actually kill him." She grins wickedly and runs her eyes down my body. I twirl quickly as Alya whistles. "You whores annoy me with your hot little figures," she grumbles, motioning for the bartender.

"Alya is buying because she's a shithead who steals phones out of people's hands," I say as Rose hops down from her stool. "Excellent. I love it when Alya is a shithead. White Zinfandel for me, Lya." She glares at her and then at me.

"Don't you dare look at me like that. Telling Adrian I wanted to have his babies. You're lucky I'm only making you buy us drinks." I cock my head to the side and stare her down. "Ha! Oh, my God. You would have the prettiest babies," Rose squeals. "I know, right?" she echoes. I roll my eyes. "You're both mental."

Rose grabs my hand and tugs me through the crowd, stopping at an empty tall table. My eyes scan the room as I settle on my stool. I quickly tap my fingers on the table and bite the inside of my cheek. "You're nervous," she states as my eyes meets hers across the table.

"I don't know, maybe this is a bad idea." She arches her brow at me. "I feel like I'm trying too hard. I mean, I'm wearing a fucking garter under this for Christ's sake."

"So am I. High five, sweets." I can't help but giggle at her naughty enthusiasm as I humor her and slap her hand. Of course, Rose is wearing a garter. Between the two of us, I'm sure we've accumulated one of every item in Agent Provocateur. Alya returns moments later with our drinks. "Well, in case Nino is a no show, Theo the bartender is available for my licking."

I grab my drink and take a sip as Rose snickers. "What is going on with Nino? Have you spoken to him since the wedding?" I ask. She takes a sip of her beer before answering. "He's texted me a few times. You know me though, always gotta have one waiting for me in the wings." She's being evasive. Alya is never evasive.

"I love how you think that answer is going to satisfy us. And since when are you tight lipped about your hook ups?" I say as Rose nods in agreement. "Seriously Lya, who the hell do you think you're talking to here? I happen to know from a very well hung, reliable source that you and Nino saw each other last night. And pretty much every night since the wedding."

"Ali told you that? Christ, he is whipped. Your pussy must be like some fucking nirvana or some shit." My mouth drops open as Rose smiles and shrugs playfully. "Oh, is that right? I thought you weren't sure how you felt about the curved penis?" She looks quickly around the room and takes a sip of her beer. "It's growing on me."

"I bet it is, on you and in you," Rose barks and we fall into a fit of giggles as her phone lights up. "Ooohhh, they're here," she squeals excitedly. My back goes rigid and my pulse begins to race. As if my body is somehow wired to his, I look up at the doorway just as he walks through behind Ali. I listen to my heavy breathing as he moves like liquid though the crowd of people. Eyes dark and hooded in the amber glow of the bar, hair perfectly messed up, making my fingers ache to touch. And that sexy as hell mouth that is glistening as if he just licked it. Good God, he is glorious to look at.

Needing the liquid courage, I down my drink and earn myself a wide-eyed look from Alya as the men walk toward our table. "Hey, babe," Rose says as Ali wraps his arms around her back. He smothers her in quick kisses as she moans softly against him.

"Marinette, Alya, it's nice to see you both," Ali says. I raise my glass at him as Alya does the same, my eyes locking on to Adrian. He walks around the table, his gaze never leaving mine as he comes and stands next to my stool.

"Hi." His voice is low and soft as his hand rests on my lower back, claiming me in front of everyone. Yes, that's right. I'm with him. Move along, ladies. "Hi, yourself." I turn my body and cross one leg over the other, the hem of my dress rising up on my thigh and quickly catching his attention. I admire him while he admires my legs. He's looking as hot as ever in a dress shirt and tie, which is partially loosened, and regarding me sweetly, with soft eyes and parted lips.

"You look…" he runs a hand through his hair and I smile, his eyes slowly scanning my body. "…I like your dress. A lot."

"Thanks. Wait till you see what's under it." Stepping closer to me so his leg is brushing against mine, he slowly trails his hand up my thigh under the table and stops at the metal clips of my garter. His neck pulses as he swallows and slides his hand back out, pulling down my dress. "Per your request," I say as his lip curls up in the corner.

"So, Marinette, how's the bakery business going? That wedding cake you made was really fucking good, right, Alya? Didn't you have like sex pieces?" Ali says as he steals Rose's stool before pulling her into his lap. She runs her fingers along his collar, blissfully oblivious to anyone but him.

"Whatever. I burned it off later with Nino."

"Well, I'm glad you guys got to enjoy the cake since I didn't. I was a bit preoccupied with my own drama." My eyes quickly flick to Adrian who is watching me, studying me with a small smile. I give him a quick wink before I turn back to Ali. "But yeah, business is good. Busy as we usually are in the summer. I think I have a wedding every weekend to bake for until September."

"Yeah, we're crazy busy. And when she's not whipping up wedding cakes, she's floating on cloud nine all over that damn shop from the love notes and deliveries she's been receiving." Alya sighs dramatically as I tense in my seat. "It's all very romantic." Adrian's hand moves on my back, his thumb rubbing the material of my dress.

I quickly shove my chatty friend and spill some of her beer on the table. "Remind me why I hired you as my assistant?"

"Because I'm gorgeous and can sell anything to anyone," she replies playfully. "Please, you say that like my treats don't sell themselves." I twirl my ice in my glass. "If anything, you're more of a liability to have around. Just how many sexual harassment suits are pending against you this month?" Not that she really has any, but it wouldn't surprise me with the way Alya flirts daily with the customers.

She rolls her eyes and Rose giggles against Ali. "Jesus Christ. You two fight like you're married," Nino says as he approaches the table with three beers, passing two of them to Ali and Adrian. "We practically are, and before you ask, I'm the man of the relationship," I reply, sucking on an ice cube before dropping it back into my glass. Adrian laughs quietly next to me and I glance up at him, meeting his stare.

"Baby, do you hear what I have to put up with daily? Tell Marinette to be nice to me." Alya strokes Nino's arm, and I see my opportunity. "Hey, Alya, would you like me to get you anything from the bar? Another beer, some food, your vagina maybe?" Rose slams her hand down the table and laughs as Nino's face lights up. Ali and Adrian both chuckle as Alya glares at me.

"Bitch," she murmurs. "Anyway," Nino stretches out before his eyes flash to Adrian and then quickly to mine. "Adrian tells me you thought he was married. That's probably the most funniest thing I've heard all year."

"Fuck off," Adrian mutters against his glass. Nino chuckles and sweetly rubs Alya's arm. "Oh, come on. You? Tied down?" Nino's eyes shift from Adrian to mine after I register Adrian's slight head shake. "It was even funnier when we heard how you slapped the shit out of him for it."

"Shit yeah it was," Ali chimes in and kisses Rose quickly on the cheek. "I would've paid to see that." I shrug and glance up at Adrian who seems to be thinking of something, his eyes staring off past the table. "You should have seen how pissed she was in the shop. I actually thought she was going to return back to work with your balls in her purse," Alya directs toward Adrian, and I shift in my chair, feeling his eyes on me as I slowly glance up and meet them.

"Well, I happen to be very fond of my testicles, so I'm glad that shit got cleared up." He looks around at everyone before dropping his eyes back to mine. Leaning in, he holds my neck with one hand and whispers into my hair, "Come home with me."

I shake my head slowly and smile, glancing quickly around the table. Alya and Nino are now in deep conversation as they both walk toward the bar together, and Rose is straddling Ali's lap. Sweet Jesus, get a room is right. My gaze goes back to Adrian. His eyes narrow as he picks up my glass and slips an ice cube in his mouth, slowly sucking on it and making my skin tingle. I swallow loudly.

"Why not? I want to take you to bed, immediately." I blink slowly, suddenly feeling drunk from his voice and the intensity behind it. "No beds," I say flatly, seeing his expression shift to curiosity. I explain myself. "Beds are intimate. And we're just having fun. Keeping it casual. Right?" He studies me as he places my empty drink down. "Of course."

"Sex in beds leads to sleepovers, and I think it would be better for me if we didn't take it there." This has to be said. If I'm going to attempt to have just casual sex with Adrian, I can't do anything that would lead to me getting attached. I'm already losing sleep over the man and we barely know each other.

"Are you telling me that I'm restricted to fucking you in public places only?"

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"No, coccinelle, fucking you anywhere could never be a bad thing. I was just dead set on getting your hot little ass in bed." His eyes burn into mine as his hand lightly trains down my shoulder. I smooth his tie down as his fingers trickle down my arm. "I just think this is how it needs to be. Besides, I'm sure there are at least a handful of hard surfaces in here that you've already thought about throwing me up against."

His infectious laugh pulls me in and I join him. "Yes, you're right about that." His hand holds the side of my face and he leans in, brushing his lip softly against mine before pulling back an inch. "But I want to get you naked, and I'd prefer it if I did it without an audience. Are you opposed to fucking in vehicles?"

After swiping my tongue across my lip to taste him, I grab my purse and stand up. "Not at all. Lead the way, handsome." We say our goodbyes to Rose and Ali who pay us little attention. They're practically having sex at the table now anyway and couldn't care less what we do. He grabs my hand and pulls me through the bar and out the door, leading me down the sidewalk and stopping in front of a vehicle that makes my jaw hit the pavement.

"Holy shit. You drive a Range Rover?" I ask as he pulls his keys out and hits the unlock button. "Yes. Is that okay?"

"Don't those things cost like 90 grand?" My eyes take over the car in amazement. He laughs and opens the back door. "Something like that." I squeal as I'm lifted off my feet and pushed into the back seat. Adrian slides in behind me and closes the door. Pulling me into his lap, I straddle his waist as his hands slide down my sides and hold tightly to my hips. His thumbs press against the front of my pelvis and I feel my core constrict.

"Are you sure I can't convince you to let me take you to my place? I want to slowly devour you, and I feel like this venue won't allow me to appreciate it as much." I laugh against his mouth, slowly licking his bottom lip until he opens for me and tangles his tongue with mine. Christ, I forgot how good he was at this, just kissing.

I somehow manage to break away for a second. "Mmm, devour me, huh?" He nods, tilting my head up with his hand and kissing down my neck. My hem is hiked up with his other hand and his fingers graze my stockings where they meet my garter. "Would you be able to devour me on a couch?" He pulls back and I drop my head. "Couches aren't intimate?"

"No, not at all. And I want to be devoured on yours. Slowly." His forehead is resting against mine and we're both panting. I've given in easily to the idea of going home with him, really easily. But honestly, this man could convince me to do anything at this point. I'm fairly certain that if he asked me to commit a major felony with him, I would do it willingly and with the same fucking smile that I'm wearing now.

His eyes widen and he slides me off his lap. "Fuck yes. Let's go, coccinelle."

Fun Facts!

1. Favorite scene of mine in this chapter is of course when Alya finds out that Mari went home without panties. xD

2. If you haven't noticed by now, Adrian stole Mari's panties and will continue to steal Mari's throughout this story. :D Very Cat Noir like, which is why I kept those scenes.

3. Over the course of the story, Marinette makes... 'rules' for this so called 'relationship' and I'm going to say that some of them do get broken. Like the one she just broke about no intimacy.

4. Mrs. Bourgeois makes more than one appearance in the story. I believe there's 3 in total.

5. Theo makes a small mention, but not a full appearance.

6. Named one of their most frequent places they like to go to The Akuma, because lots of sinful things happen and I needed the name to reflect that. ;D

7. Ali and Adrian are best friends, even though he is still friends with Nino, but Ali and Adrian bond over the fact that they're both rich kids.

8. Halfway through the story I noticed that Ali was Prince Ali and every time I think of Ali, I think of this: ~clears throat~ PRINCE ALI, MIGHTY AS HE IS, ALI ABWAWA (I don't remember the lyrics). Sorry, I saw the live action Aladdin and I had to say it. xD

9. Rose, Alya, and Marinette all have nicknames for each other. Rose is Rosie, Alya is Lya, and Marinette is sweets, Mari, or even Netty (Not saying who says that one.)

10. Adrian gives Marinette several presents through the story. The first was flour, the second was panties, and the rest are yet to come c: Feel free to say any guesses of what the rest will be.

Conspiraty: See you tomorrow!