All Chapters of Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ADRIAN'S POVThe final notes of the waltz faded into the opulent air, leaving behind a shimmering echo of strings and a soft flutter of applause. Gayle, a vision in crimson and gold, leaned ever so slightly into my arm, her smile a beacon that outshone the ballroom’s chandeliers. I felt the familiar weight of the laurel crown on my blond hair, a delicate golden circlet that seemed to hum with the lingering magic of our dance. My suit, a deep maroon edged with intricate gold embroidery, felt less like fabric and more like a second skin, perfectly mirroring the rich, shimmering flow of Gayle’s gown.“You were magnificent, Adrian,” she whispered, her voice a warm caress against the hush of the room.“Only because I had the most magnificent partner,” I replied, my voice a little deeper than usual, trying to sound as regal as I felt. It was easy to get swept up in the fantasy. Here I was, Adrian Gabriel Raines, a man who usually spent his days poring over corporate reports, walking side-b

ADRIAN'S POVThe heat started as a flush, a pleasant warmth blooming in my chest after a sip of wine. I’d been nursing the glass for twenty minutes, trying to build up the courage to approach the guest of honor’s brother. Gayle had been my best friend for a year, but her family was on another level entirely. Tonight, at her lavish birthday banquet, I was supposed to finally meet the crown prince.Then the warmth curdled. It turned prickly, invasive. It felt like a thousand tiny ants were crawling just beneath my skin, a frantic, desperate itch I couldn't scratch. The crystal chandelier above bled into a smear of gold, and the polite murmur of the ballroom warped into a low, menacing drone. My vision swam."I... I need some air," I mumbled to no one in particular, setting my glass down with a hand that trembled.The short walk to the restroom felt like a marathon. Each step was heavy, my legs thick as cotton. I gripped the marble countertop of the sink, staring at my reflection. My pup

ADRIAN'S POV My hips were gripped, strong hands pulling me up onto my knees. My ass rose, high in the air, a familiar vulnerability already settling deep within me. Sweat slicked my back, a thin film against the cool air of the bedroom, and I could feel a knot of anticipation tightening in my core. Damien’s hands, so sure and possessive, spread my cheeks wide, exposing me fully. I felt a flush creep up my neck. I knew what he saw – my hole, glistening slightly, stretched and used from our frantic rounds moments before, yet still ready, still inviting. His fingers dug into my thighs, a pleasurable ache, as he positioned himself behind me, the blunt head of him brushing against my entrance, a delicious, agonizing tease.“You’re mine,” Damien growled, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrates through my bones. “All mine.” The words resonated deep within me, a possessive claim that, despite everything, sent a complicated shiver down my spine. Mine. All mine. It was a surrender, a pro

ADRIAN'S POVThe first thing I registered was the dull throb behind my eyes, a persistent ache that felt like a tiny drummer had taken up residence in my skull. Then came the unfamiliar scent – a mix of something musky and vaguely sweet, not my own detergent, not my own apartment. My eyes fluttered open slowly, fighting the hazy light filtering through unfamiliar blinds. And then I saw him.Damien.He was there, his face buried deep in my shoulder, his arm a heavy weight across my waist. My breath hitched. We were in bed, that much was clear, but it wasn’t my bed. And we were naked. The stark reality of our intertwined limbs, the warmth of his skin against mine, sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated panic through me. My body felt… wrong. Every muscle protested, a deep, persistent ache that screamed of overexertion. My shoulders, my back, even the soles of my feet felt tender.What the hell happened?My mind raced, trying to grasp at any scrap of memory from last night. Meeting Gayle’s br

ADRIAN'S POVIt had been six months since I made the decision, a leap of faith really, to give Damien a chance to chase me back. Six months since I saw him standing outside St. Jude’s Hospital, a nervous energy radiating from him as he waited for me. I was the hospital’s pride, or so they said, a urologist and andrologist with a packed schedule, but I’d filed for an indefinite leave. It was a perk, a privilege earned, and one I desperately needed. Not just for a break from scalpels and sterile environments, but for this. For Damien.We started with Rome, a city steeped in history, where every cobblestone seemed to whisper tales of love and loss. We walked for miles, hand in hand, stopping at small cafes for espresso and pastries. I remember one morning, sitting near the Colosseum, the ancient structure looming over us, when Damien turned to me, his eyes earnest.“Adrian,” he’d begun, his voice soft, “Are you… are you truly enjoying this? Are you alright?”I’d just nodded, a lump form