All Chapters of Craving The Playboy's Touch : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Trevor “What the hell was that in there, babe!” I snapped the moment the door to our suite clicked shut behind us. I kicked the door, my hands shaking slightly from the sheer frustration that had been building up the entire time we were in Emma's room. Allysia didn’t even look at me. She walked straight over to the large couch, removed her earring and tossed it onto the cushions before sitting down. She crossed her legs calmly, leaning back as if we had just come back from a pleasant evening stroll. “I don’t get you, Honey.” she asked, her voice completely smooth and unbothered. I let out a harsh breath, running both hands through my hair. “ Don’t pretend to be clueless babe, you definitely know what I’m talking about We were meant to go there to check on Emma, not cause unnecessary drama! What is wrong with you, babe? She almost died today, and you went in there and basically said it to her face that she deserved it!” Allysia rolled her eyes, picking up her phone from her la

EmmaThe private jet was nothing like I had imagined. It was so much better. The seats were large and soft. And Right next to me, a cold bottle of champagne sat resting inside a silver bucket filled with ice. From the moment I stepped on board, the flight attendant treated me like royalty, while Adrian remained busy with what he called urgent work. He typed away on his laptop beside me throughout the whole journey, his long fingers flying across the keys while dealing with paperworks at the same time but I wasn’t bothered at all. In fact, I was having the time of my life enjoying the champagne, the beautiful view of the clouds outside the window, my favorite movie playing on the screen, and mostly the incredible food.The flight attendant referred to me as "Miss Carter" every single time she spoke to me. She smiled warmly whenever she walked over to ask if I needed anything else. She was so respectful it almost made me want to laugh because I was not used to that level of respect an

AdrianShe went quiet for some time, staring down into her glass before she finally spoke again. “You know… about Jane and my mom…”“You know you don’t have to tell me a thing, right?” I interrupted, giving her an out. I didn't want her forcing herself to relive things just because she thought she had to.“No, it’s fine,” she said softly. She took a slow sip of the water, her fingers tightening around the glass. “Jane and I were very close before my dad passed away. We were always together, and most people actually thought we were twins because of how close we were and how much we looked like each other.”“Yup, I remember seeing her a few times back then,” I said, leaning back. “The genes were quite strong.”I thought the comment might get a small laugh out of her, but her face just turned even more serious. She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping back to the surface of the table, lingering there for a long moment.“We’ve always been one happy family and my dad was very good to my mom,”

EmmaThe warm morning sun filtered in through the curtains, the bright light pressing gently against my eyelids until I was forced to open them.I lay there under the soft sheets for a few seconds, just staring up at the ceiling, my mind completely blank. Slowly, I turned my head to look at the other side of the bed. It was empty and Adrian wasn’t there.I stretched and let out a wide yawn before reaching for the bedstand beside me to grab my phone. The clock on the screen showed it was already 10:30 am and I noticed a text message from Adrian that had been sent an hour and a half ago.“Rushed off to see a client. Didn’t want to disturb your sleep. Hired a chef just for you. Tell her whatever you want for breakfast, although you already had the best meal in bed last night.”I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't stop the small chuckle that escaped me. I could almost hear his smug, arrogant voice speaking that last sentence right inside my ear. He just couldn't leave it at a nice note about

EmmaI followed Adrian up the stairs and into the bedroom. He walked over to the side of the bed, tossing the shopping bag onto the sheets, and sat down. He leaned back slightly, his long fingers moving to the buttons of his grey shirt, undoing them one by one.I stood near the door, my eyes gluing themselves to his bare chest, unable to look away. I swallowed hard, a sudden wave of heat rising in my throat before I could even stop myself.Adrian caught me staring. A slow scoff escaped his lips, his eyes dancing with amusement. “You know, if you want it that bad, it’s right here.”I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, pretending my heart wasn't racing against my ribs. “In your dreams.”He chuckled, leaning forward and tapping the paper bag on the bed. “You might want to get your pretty ass off that door and come check this out.”I shook my head and walked over to where the bag sat on the bed. Curiously, I reached into the large bag and looked inside. A big black box was