All Chapters of Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

DAMIEN'S POVIt was Tuesday afternoon, and for the first time in days, I felt a genuine lightness in my chest. Two days. Two days since Adrian had spoken to me again, really spoke. Two days since the crushing weight on my chest had eased, just a fraction. Two days. It felt like a lifetime.Guilt, a persistent, gnawing beast, still clawed at me. I knew I didn't deserve Adrian's forgiveness, his willingness to even look at me, let alone talk. He hadn't deserved any of it – the lies, the betrayal, the raw, ugly pain I had inflicted. I had vowed, silently but fiercely, to spend every waking moment proving myself worthy of another chance, to ensure I never repeated that horrific chapter of my life. Never again would I be the cause of his pain. No more disappointing him. No more hurting him.The day had been a relentless blur of appointments at the clinic. Now, finally, the last patient was gone, the door locked, and the silence was a welcome balm to my frayed nerves. Back-to-back consultat

ADRIAN'S POV The air in Selena's CEO office was thick with tension, the kind that crackled like electricity between two people who knew exactly what was about to happen. I stood across from her, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched her set aside the documents that proved Sienna’s embezzlement. The evidence was damning, but it was nothing compared to the raw, unfiltered desire that now hung between us. Selena leaned back in her leather chair, her sharp eyes locking onto mine with a hunger that made my breath catch. "Time to pay up, Adrian," she purred, her voice low and laced with a command that sent a shiver down my spine. I smirked, playing along as I leaned against her desk, my athletic frame relaxed but coiled like a spring. "What do you have in mind, Selena?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She leaned forward, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "You can pay me by fucking me right here. On this desk. Be rough. Don’t hold back." Her words were like a spark t

ADRIAN'S POVThe appointment at the clinic after my brief encounter with Selena felt like a blurry dream. Selena's distraction, the way she seemed to falter for a moment, had been a welcome reprieve from the crushing weight of reality. But that moment had passed, leaving me staring at the cold, hard facts laid out before me.I ran my hand through my hair, staring at the ledger and the past two years' worth of financial reports. It was all there, meticulously documented. Sienna. The one Damien and I had trusted implicitly, practically considered family. The one who had been systematically siphoning money from the clinic. Selena had confirmed it, meticulously tracing the discrepancies, the missing amounts, the cleverly disguised transactions. There was no doubt."Fuck," I muttered, the word a strangled whisper in the sterile silence of my office. "What the fuck do I do?"The question echoed in my mind, bouncing off the walls with no easy answer. How was I supposed to tell Damien? He tru

ADRIAN'S POV The silence of the room pulsed with a predatory rhythm, Moonlights sliced through the window of Damien's bedroom and lust, casting Damien’s face in jagged shadows. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were glazed now, heavy-lidded and dark. "Adrian," he purred, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "You’re tense." His fingers brushed my wrist, light as a feather, but I felt it like a brand. I knew I should pull away, should remind myself of the walls I’d built around my heart, but the wine made my thoughts sluggish, my limbs heavy. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension. Damien’s gaze was intense, almost predatory, as he leaned closer. His breath ghosted over my lips, warm and intoxicating. "It's hot," he murmured, his fingers tangling in my blonde hair. I wanted to resist. I wanted to push him away and remind him of the boundaries we’d never crossed. Before I could form a coherent thought, his lips were on mine again, hungry and

ADRIAN'S POV The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the air heavy and warm against my skin. Damien lay beside me, his chest rising and falling in sync with my own ragged breaths. Our bodies were still entangled, limbs intertwined like vines after a storm, the sheets a tangled mess beneath us. The drug’s haze was beginning to lift, but the heat between us remained, a burning ember that refused to die. I turned my head to look at him, his features softened by the dim light filtering through the window. His brown eyes were hazy, unfocused, but there was a raw vulnerability in them that I couldn’t ignore. I leaned in, my lips brushing against his, and he responded without hesitation. The kiss was fierce, desperate, as if we were both trying to cling to something slipping away.I shifted, moving to straddle his hips, my thighs pressing against his. The friction sent a jolt through me, a reminder that our bodies were still wired, still craving. My cock, sti