Semua Bab Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover: Bab 161 - Bab 170

DAMIEN'S POV The heat in the kitchen was no longer just from the stove. Adrian’s lips left me, and the sudden cool air felt like a shock. Sweat slicked our bodies, a testament to the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface. He was still wearing that apron, a strange contrast to his bare skin, and my own body throbbed with an unmet need. I growled, pulling him closer by his waist. "Come here, Adrian," I whispered, my voice rough. "Didn't you say you weren't done yet?" My body pressed against his, my hard cock a firm reminder of what we had started. He leaned back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. "Let's continue cooking now?" he asked, clearly teasing. The smell of spices mixed with something far more primal, a scent that belonged only to us. "Cooking can wait," I growled, my grip tightening. "Dinner can wait. But you… us… we should be finished what we started." I backed him up until his body hit the sleek surface of the kitchen island. Cornered, naked, and with the

DAMIEN'S POVThe scent of freshly printed paper and old parchment filled our apartment. Three days had passed since our final cake tasting, and every moment was now devoted to ensuring our wedding day would be perfect. I felt like I was floating on a cloud of anticipation, but Adrian, bless his perfect soul, was grounded in lists and details.I leaned against the doorframe of my study, watching him. Adrian was seated at the large wooden desk, a massive pile of ivory envelopes before him. He was neatly sorting the invitations, checking names against the seating chart, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. He was so meticulous in handling the preparations. If I was the dreamer, he was the architect. He had his touch on the majority of the details, making sure every ribbon and font was exactly right.A smile spread across my face. I could watch him work forever."Hey," I teased, pushing off the frame and walking closer. "You already count it for like five times already."Adrian di

DAMIEN'S POVI slammed the bathroom door shut, the click of the lock echoing too loudly in the small, tiled space. Leaning against it, I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to make sense of the spinning room.Easton and Morgan… those idiots! What were they thinking, pulling a stunt like this? Didn't they know how much Adrian meant to me? Didn't they get that I was done with games?"Leave! I wouldn't get out here! I only love Adrian!" I yelled again.A dull ache started in my chest, a mix of anger and a strange, dizzying fear that even half-drunk, felt too real. What if Adrian found out about this? No, he couldn't. I hadn't done anything wrong. I wouldn't do anything wrong. Not ever again.From the other side of the door, I heard a soft sigh. Then, that smooth, fake voice again. "Come on, Mister. Don't be shy. Adrian doesn't need to know. What happens here, stays here."I snorted, pushing myself off the door and stumbling towards the sink, splashing cold water on my

ADRIAN'S POVHand in hand, Damien and I walked down the aisle, our smiles wide and uncontainable. The cheers of our friends and family followed us, a symphony of congratulations and love.Confetti rained down as we stepped out into the crisp evening air, the scent of fresh flowers mingling with a hint of expensive cologne and celebratory champagne. It was real. We were married.The reception hall was a vision of elegance, draped in white silk and illuminated by countless twinkling fairy lights. A live jazz band played softly in the background, creating an atmosphere both sophisticated and intimate. Damien immediately pulled me into a dance, swaying gently to the music as people started to mill about.“Husband,” he murmured against my ear, his voice thick with emotion. “I still can’t quite believe it.”“Believe it,” I whispered back, leaning into his embrace. “We did it. We’re finally here.”He pulled back just enough to capture my gaze, his eyes shining with an almost boyish excitemen

ADRIAN'S POVI feel Damien’s weight above me, his sweaty skin pressing against mine, the scent of our wedding night—a heady mix of cologne, champagne, and raw, unbridled lust—filling my senses. His jealousy over Selena still lingers, a dark undercurrent beneath the surface of our desire.It’s been hours since the guests left, the cake was cut, and the vows were exchanged, but the tension between us hasn’t dissipated. If anything, it’s thickened, coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.Damien growls, his voice low and possessive, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine, Adrian. Say it.” His fingers dig into my hips, branding me with his need. My heart pounds, but I don’t flinch. Instead, I flip him with a swift, confident motion, pressing my body against his.He’s heavier than me, more muscular, but I’ve always known how to wield my strength. I pin him to the bed, my thighs bracketing his, and lean in close, my lips brushing his ear.“Let me show you my sincerity,” I whisper, th