THE DAY MY BESTFRIEND STOLE MY FIANCE

"Look, Adrian, she's coming in a couple of hours, so you're just going to have to get used to the idea of her living with us for a few months," Isolde exclaimed at her fiance. The latter male was beyond hell-bent on not letting her best friend come to live with the two of them during their wedding preparations."Baby, I can do a week. Hell, I'll compromise and do two, but six whole months? No fucking way." Adrian retaliated, refusing to back down this time."She's coming to help with our wedding, Adrian.""No wedding should take six whole months to prepare." He mumbled under his breath, frustrated as he became aware that this was yet another battle with Isolde that he would be losing. He'd felt second best in Isolde life most of the time, but when it came to Aria, he knew he was absolutely second best."It does if it's going to be nearly as amazing as ours." She chuckled, gently leaning down and pecking his lips, her fiery red locks tumbling down against Adrian's cheeks as she did so

"How about Lucia?""I mean, I did sleep with Fredrick in year twelve, do you think she'd be over that yet?" Aria bit her lip lightly, a habit that had followed her around since high school."I feel this would be a whole lot easier if you hadn't slept with half of the guest list or their boyfriends." Adrian rolled his eyes, which seemed to have been instinctive to him since Aria's arrival less than twenty-four hours ago.They had been sitting in Isolde's mothers' lounge room for nearly two hours trying to create a wedding guest list and it was going absolutely terribly due to the fact that Aria either had beef with or had slept with pretty much everyone's boyfriend, father, uncle, or grandfather."Half is a bit lenient, I'm thinking more eighty to ninety percent of the guest list, darling." Aria winked jokingly at Adrian. She considered it a talent how she was able to get on Adrian's last nerves from merely a few words leaving her mouth, and she absolutely loved it."Aria, my love. The

When Isolde walks into my room the next morning, I wonder if everyone just takes it upon themselves to walk in while I'm asleep."Hey Aria," she whispers and carefully takes a seat beside me, running her fingers through my hair gently.I hum in response, not capable of bringing anything out at the moment. I don't even want to know what time it is.But I sure as hell know that it's fucking early since Isolde gets up in the middle of the night to go to work.Emergencies or clients that need help immediately. She doesn't mind taking the nightshifts she once said.But that doesn't mean she can bother me with it."Adrian has some free time tonight, and he's coming to pick me up at work. I was wondering if you'd like to join us? she suggests.I make an approving sound, agreeing with anything she'd say right now since all I want to do is just sleep."Perfect. I need to head out of town since they need me at another hospital, so it's going to take a while to drive over there. You both will pi

When the three of us returned home from the venue viewings, Isolde and Adrian decided to retire to bed early, while I also headed to sleep from exhaustion.When I wake up, it's dark outside. And I notice that my stomach is grumbling like crazy, and my throat is dry and thirsty.Getting up, I rub the sleep out of my eyes and head for my door, opening it and going downstairs.I don't bother to turn on the lights and just open the fridge, the bright light of it making me squint my eyes together.Taking a bottle of water and the salad I left here earlier, I go to sit on the counter.I dig into the salad without looking, bringing everything up to my mouth. I feel like I'm swallowing everything down at once.Like I've never eaten anything before in my life.Manners, Aria. Fucking hell.Gulping down the water, I let out a sigh in content and continue to eat my salad in peace.That is, until the light flicks on in the kitchen."Fuck!" I mutter and look up, feeling all the blood drain from my

WARNING Adrian isn't in bed next to me when I wake up the next morning. For a moment, I wonder if what happened last night was a dream. But it seemed so real then. Rolling over in the sheets, Adrian's scent greets me, and I know it was real that he was here with me. Hovering above me. Looking down at me. I try not to let the disappointment affect me too much at his absence. My throat is a bit sore, and it serves as a reminder of what happened last night. A little sigh leaves me as I remember the way Adrian fisted my hair. And dragged my mouth up and down his hardness. Even though my eyes were tearing up and I felt saliva gathering at the corner of my mouth, I loved every second of it, and I found it embarrassingly hot. But now he's gone, I'm afraid he might regret what happened last night. Does he not want to see me? Is he mad at himself? Or at me? I stay in bed for a while before deciding to get up and change into my pajamas. I quickly threw it on. Grabbing a pair of loos