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2026-05-12 04:44:48
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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
Craving The Playboy's Touch Level of Pretense.
Adrian His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say a word. That was answer enough for me. I chuckled and moved closer to him, my voice dripping with mockery. “What? Are you afraid to tell your wife that a minute after you said your vows to her, you went straight looking for your ex in the restroom? We both know she didn’t lure you there, Trevor.” He blinked, his jaw clenching so tight I thought his teeth might actually crack. He looked like he wanted to swing at me, but I could see it in his eyes, he didn’t have the guts. “Stay out of my business, Adrian,” he hissed. His voice was a shaky mix of fear and rage. He glanced nervously toward Allysia, making sure she was still out of earshot. “Your business?” I stepped even closer, invading his personal space until we were almost chest-to-chest. “When you drag Emma into your mess, it becomes my business. You stood there and watched Allysia post that trash about her just to protect your own skin. You know what you are?” I asked, a mocking sm
Craving The Playboy's Touch Thoughts of her.
Adrian I drove toward my dad’s estate to attend the fucking stupid family lunch. I was only going because my father hadn’t insisted I show up. He said he had something to tell me, and there was an urgency in his tone that made me think it was actually important. Whatever it is, I can’t wait for the many hours ahead to go by fast so I can the fuck out. To keep my mind off the boredom, the post Allysia made about Emma came back to my mind. I had been expecting Allysia to do something, but I never thought she would go that far. I knew her silence wasn't normal after Emma slapped her at the wedding, and especially after she saw Emma and me together. I called Emma immediately after I saw the post just to check up on her. She didn’t sound worried or pissed at all. She even laughed at a silly joke I made. The only thing she complained about was how her ankle still hurt a little and the soreness between her legs from where I had hit her. To my surprise, she was too calm. I was glad it di
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