LOGINShare
Level of Pretense.
publish date:
2026-05-10 04:10:23
Latest chapter
Craving The Playboy's Touch 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
Craving The Playboy's Touch 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
Craving The Playboy's Touch 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
Craving The Playboy's Touch 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
Craving The Playboy's Touch Happy Beaufort Lunch 2
Adrian My father’s hand slammed hard against the table, the sound echoing through the dining hall like a gunshot. Allysia and Trevor both flinched, their shoulders hunching up slightly as if they were trying to shield themselves from the blast. Trevor looked like he wanted to physically dissolve into his chair, his gaze glued to his plate. The sight almost made me laugh. After all that posturing outside. Victoria didn't say a word anymore. Her eyes narrowed, but she maintained that infuriatingly cool facade, acting like nothing was happening as she took a calm sip of her wine and dug back into her salad. But she wasn't as composed as she wanted us to think, I could see her fingers curling tightly around the stem of the glass. “Allysia, I’m so disappointed in you,” Father barked, his face turning a dark, angry shade of red. “You wronged that poor girl, and now you’re bullying her? It’s very beneath you.” “Honey, come on,” Victoria finally spoke up, her voice smooth but laced w
Craving The Playboy's Touch Happy Beaufort Lunch.
Adrian. I turned to the side and looked at my father. He was always dressed as if he had just stepped out of a board meeting, even in the comfort of his own home. The man didn't know how to relax; every moment was a transaction. “Dad,” I said. I kept it brief. My voice wasn't cold, but it wasn’t warm either. My mind drifted back to our argument at Allysia’s wedding yesterday. He took a few steps forward, looking like he wanted to do more, maybe place a hand on my shoulder, but he stopped himself. He simply nodded and stepped back, maintaining that familiar distance. “Saw you got the company another big contract.” He looked at me, his expression blank, but his voice held a rare weight. “I’m proud of you, son.” I nodded slightly, accepting the rare praise. He straightened his tie and gestured toward the dining room. “Let’s not keep the others waiting. Victoria has spent all morning ensuring this lunch is perfect.” I watched him walk away, his back straight and unyielding. I fel
You may also like
Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle
Heap Heap1.8M viewsA Dangerous Atrophy
Qi River's Old Stream781.9K viewsDivorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire
LiLhyz810.3K viewsOne Night With Mr Billionaire
Sun girl773.8K viewsDripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet
Flimxy vic 112 viewsOne Contract, Two Hearts
Glorvyday22 viewsMy Ruthless Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back
Ella Writes142 viewsTHE DEVIL'S WIFE
Sylpha Inyx19 views
