All Chapters of Craving The Playboy's Touch : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Old wound.

Adrian After lunch finally ended, I left the dining area and went upstairs. I stood in front of the only room that still felt like home in the whole mansion, my mother’s room. I looked at the double steel-core security doors I'd installed in front of it. I made sure no one could get in without the keys only I carried. I held the steel handles, my breath shaky as I swallowed hard. I’d never had the heart to go inside since she passed. I just wasn’t prepared for it yet. I wasn't ready to breathe in the air that might still hold her scent, only to realize she was truly gone. “You know, I can get the maids to clean up the room if you want.” My father’s low voice rang out beside me. It brought me crashing back from my thoughts. I looked to my side and saw him standing there; I’d been so lost I hadn’t even noticed him walk up. His eyes lingered on the door, an unreadable expression settling over his features. I took my hands off the door and shoved them into my pockets. “No, I

Hypocrisy

Adrian My forehead creased as I turned my head toward where he stood. I studied his face for a few moments, watching the tension in his jaw, before I walked to the front of my car. I leaned against the hood, crossing my arms as he approached, stopping just a few feet away from me. “And what’s this about?” I sighed, raising a brow. I made sure to look bored, pretending I didn't already know he was desperate to talk about Emma. “I hope you’re done playing your little games with Emma now that you’re about to leave town,” he snapped. I shook my head slightly, a small, mocking smile playing on my lips. “Is that supposed to be a question? Or just an observation? Maybe an assumption...” “Just answer my question,” he hissed. “Oh, so it is a question then. I don't know. Is there a problem?” “The farther you are away from her, the better. You being around her won’t end well for her,” Trevor said, his voice trembling with a mix of rage and maybe…jealousy. “She told me you guys a

The Clapback.

Trevor. Adrian is a lot of things. A scum, a bastard, a fucker, a godforsaken playboy, to mention just a few. But in everything he is, he is definitely not a liar. That fucker was always blunt with his words, no matter how much they drew blood. But saying Emma brought herself willingly to him the same day she found out about Allysia and me? I found it very hard to believe. The Emma I knew would never do that. She was obsessed with me. She was the girl who waited for my texts, the girl who built her world around mine. To think she’d lay with that fucker on the very same night I left her… it couldn't be true. It had to be one of Adrian’s sick mind games. I brushed my wet hair back with one hand under the shower, hoping the cold water could wash away the rage burning under my skin. But the water didn't help. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Adrian’s voice again, that calm, mocking tone as he described the way she screamed his name. I slammed my fist against the tiled bathroom w

An uninvited guest.

Emma“You mean you just dropped the gift at the reception and left after all that visit to Pink Pussycat?” Olivia’s laugh rang out from the other side of the line while I sat on my couch, hugging a cushion to my chest with the phone pressed to my ear.“You didn’t expect me to go back to the reception, pick up the gift, and hand it to the couple after all that drama, did you? And don’t say Pink… you know… whatever. It sounds weird.”“You mean Pink Pussycat?” Olivia laughed. I could hear her shifting around, probably sitting up in bed to get a better angle for her teasing. I groaned and pressed my face into the cushion.“Olivia!” I shrieked.“You know it’s a good thing you had your Prince Charming save the day.” She giggled. I rolled my eyes, even though she couldn't see me, and shifted my weight on the sofa, trying to ignore the way my heart skipped at the mention of him.“Stop Liv, he’s…he’s not my Prince Charming okay. He’s just a friend.” I bit my lip, tracing the embroidery on the

Tick-Tock

Emma “Can I at least come in if you don’t mind?” he asked softly, his voice dropping to that low tone that used to make me melt. His eyes held mine almost cautiously, like he was afraid I’d shut the door in his face. “I promise I won’t use more than five minutes. I just really need to talk to you, Em.” I stared at him for a few seconds. My brain was screaming no, but my hand was already moving. Without a word, I stepped aside and held the door open for him. He walked in slowly, his eyes wandering over the walls and the furniture like he was a stranger visiting for the first time. What was with the looking around? Three weeks ago, we were cuddling on that very couch, planning a future that didn't exist. I pressed my hand against my lips, fighting to steady the mess of emotions rising inside me. Focus, Emma. I closed the door, but I didn't move an inch closer to him. I just stood there with my arms crossed, my toes tapping impatiently against the floor in my slippers. I was so

Just friends

Emma. Trevor’s tone was quiet and appreciative. “Water is great. Thanks.” In the kitchen, I put a hand to my chest, trying to steady my breathing. What was wrong with me? Am I crazy? He’s my ex that cheated on me and married my best friend. This is madness, I should hate Trevor and chase him out of my house. I shouldn’t want him back in my life, but here I was. I straightened my back and walked over to the fridge. A minute later, I returned to the living room with a bottle of water. I handed it to him and sat on the couch opposite him, keeping my distance. “So, does Allysia know you’re here?” “No,” he answered, dropping the glass on the table in front of him after taking a sip. “She was busy sobbing and fuming because of the comment you left on her post. She was so upset she lost most of her followers to you. I had to leave the house to let her be for a while.” I scoffed. “More pissed than at the wedding?” He gave a small smile and said nothing for a moment, his tongue briefly

Just blowing off steam.

Emma “Adrian? What about him?” I twisted my mouth, trying to understand how the conversation had quickly shifted to Adrian. “I swear, if you’re here to tell me to stop seeing him…” He let out a heavy sigh. “No, just listen to me.” Trevor’s eyes stayed glued to mine, but I couldn’t read the expression on his face. He looked like he was about to spill a top-tier CIA secret. There was something in the way his gaze grew more intent that made my chest beat faster than before. I wondered what he could possibly have to say about Adrian that required such level of seriousness. The way he said Adrian’s name made it seem like once I found out about what he was about to say, it would put an end to whatever Adrian and I had going on. I sat up straight and braced myself for the blow. He took a moment to speak, his voice dropping even lower. “Adrian was appointed as the new CEO of his dad’s company right after he graduated, and he’s currently under a lot of pressure.” He paused, searching my f

Something up her sleeve.

Trevor Allysia rested her head on my shoulder, striking a perfectly practiced pose in front of the camera she’d set up on the tray table. The plane had barely taken off, and she’d already snapped more than a dozen pictures of us to post on her social media. Even though she’d lost almost half of her followers last night, she was determined to rebuild her page. Her blonde hair was perfectly styled, she’d spent nearly two hours working on it back at home. Her short skirt showed off her perfectly oiled, glowing thighs, and her lips were coated in a glossy pink shade that seemed to call out for mine. She looked more than stunning. She looked like a trophy in human form. When I’d returned home from Emma’s place yesterday, Allysia didn’t even question where I’d been. To my surprise, she didn't look like the angry, fuming woman I had left behind. Instead, I found her on the bed in nothing but tiny red lingerie, her lips curling sexily as she motioned for me to come closer with a finger.

The Late Night Calls.

Emma I woke up with a slight headache, the kind that throbbed right behind my eyes and reminded me exactly why I usually stayed away from drinking. I groaned, rolling over in bed and pulling the blanket over my face to block out the morning light piercing through the curtains. “Ughhh,” I grumbled, forcing myself to sit up. My eyes darted to the empty wine bottle sitting on the floor by my nightstand. I stared at it for a minute, my brain feeling foggy and slow. I shook my head and threw off the cover on my body, trying to make my way to the bathroom. But then I stopped dead in my tracks. I was completely naked. I squinted, my mind racing as I tried to recall why on earth I had woken up without a stitch of clothing when I distinctly remembered having clothes on while I was drinking last night before I drifted off. No matter how hard I tried to piece the timeline together, I couldn't remember a single thing. I finally just shrugged it off, blaming it on the alcohol, and dragged

What the hell did we talk about?!

Emma I froze, my breath catching in my throat. I tightened my grip on my robe, pulling it tighter around my body. “What happened on that call yesterday? You need to tell me right now,” I demanded, my voice almost dropping to an almost pleading whisper. “Nothing much. We just had a very interesting conversation for several hours. You were very wild.” He teased, his voice turning low and husky, the sound of it enough to make my skin tingle.“Don’t tell me you don’t remember the part where you asked to play a very... interesting game over the camera? I blinked rapidly, the blood rushing straight to my ears. “You’re lying.” But as the words left my mouth, my mind flashed back to my bedroom. I had woken up completely naked, and I knew for a fact I had been fully dressed when Trevor left my apartment. Adrian just shrugged on the screen, a slow, wicked smirk spreading across his face. “You think so? When you first called, you were talking about something I couldn’t quite catch. You soun

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