All Chapters of Craving The Playboy's Touch : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Emma “You know we don’t have to go,” Olivia said, standing beside me. “We can just stay here in the suite if you want. I honestly don’t care about some stupid beach party anyway.” I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting a transparent red mesh skirt over my bikini bottoms. My eyes lingered on my reflection for a second before I turned to look at Olivia, a small, genuine smile spreading across my lips. “I’m fine, Liv,” I said honestly. “So what if he has a fiancée? I already knew about her, and it seriously doesn’t bother me.” I shrugged lightly, turning back to the glass. “It’s not like we’re in love or anything.” I watched Olivia through the mirror as she raised an eyebrow. She clearly didn’t believe me, but I meant every word. I wasn’t jealous at all. I knew exactly who Adrian was from the very beginning, and I expected nothing more from him than what this was. I was only in this for the fun, casual part, and nothing else. The only thing I didn’t like was getting caught in a

AdrianIt took me entirely too long to shake Claire off me. I had to play nice for a minute, pat her on the shoulder, and promise we’d talk later just to get her to finally let me breathe. The second I managed to pull away, I headed straight back to the dining area to find Emma.The place was mostly empty by then. Allysia was still hanging around near the dining table, deep in conversation with some girl. The moment she caught me looking, she tried giving me that pathetic, wide-eyed puppy look she uses whenever she wants sympathy. I didn't even blink. I looked right away from her like she wasn’t there and turned away.I made a move toward the elevator, deciding to head down to Emma’s suite and figure out what the hell was going on inside that beautiful, stubborn head of hers. But just as I passed the glass doors leading to the exit, I spotted Trevor.His back was turned to me, phone pressed to his ear while he dragged a hand through his hair and gestured wildly into the air, looking c

Adrian “Are you supposed to tell me where we’re going, or am I supposed to guess?” Emma asked over the soft music playing in the car. She took a quick glance at me, shaking her head to the beat while tapping a finger on her thigh. “Where’s the fun in telling?” I replied, a grin spreading across my face as I kept my eyes on the winding road ahead. She scoffed, turning her attention back to the view outside. Within seconds, she was already humming loudly to the song, completely losing herself in the melody. She threw her hands up, waving them in the air and dancing in her seat, hair flying wildly with every movement as the Ibiza sun lit up her face. It had been twenty minutes since we hit the road. The weather was perfect, the warm sun beating down on the open-top Ferrari I had picked out for the drive. With the roof down, Emma’s hair flew everywhere in the breeze. I found myself unable to stop taking quick glances at her. The way she danced in her seat, singing loudly into t

Emma“Is that the same person you told me you had so much fun with yesterday?” Olivia whispered into my ear, glancing toward the far end of the archery reserve.Apparently, this was one of the most exclusive adventure sites on the island, or at least that was what Allysia had bragged about earlier. We were all standing at the edge of a woodland, dressed in padded protective vests and helmets. The rules of the game were simple: we had to go into the woods and look for hidden colored gems. The person with the highest number of gems would win. But there was a catch; we were all armed with bows and foam-tipped arrows. If you shot someone, they were instantly knocked out of the game and had to hand over all their gems to you.A few yards away, Claire was hooking her arm tightly through Adrian’s, smiling brightly as she spoke to the other guests. Adrian just stood there with one hand shoved deep into his pocket. He didn't look at her, but he wasn't pulling away either. In fact, he hadn't sp

EmmaI turned around quickly and found two of the other villa guests standing a few yards away, a guy and a lady. The lady had a smug expression plastered across her face, while the man aimed his bow directly at my chest.“Come on, señorita,” the guy said, a cocky smirk on his lips. “This doesn’t have to be difficult.”I almost laughed out loud at his dramatic tone. He sounded way too serious, like we were fighting over actual cash instead of plastic game pieces.“Give that to me, you’re wasting time!” the lady snapped at her partner. She impatiently snatched the bow from his hands and aimed the foam-tipped arrow right at me.But before her fingers could release the string, another foam arrow flew out of nowhere and smacked her right in the middle of her vest.The two guests gasped in absolute horror as their vests blinked red. “Not so fast,” Olivia’s voice rang out from the brush.I looked past them and smiled in relief as Olivia and Hunter walked toward us. Olivia was holding her b