All Chapters of Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DAMIEN'S POVThe sun, a persistent intruder, clawed its way through the gap in my curtains, dragging me from a fitful sleep. "Argggg," I groaned, my throat feeling like sandpaper. Too much crying last night, I figured. Raw grief mixed with a potent cocktail of guilt and confusion.Last night's dreams hadn't helped either. Vivid, unwanted images of Adrian swam in my memory – images of me kissing him, me initiating it. Disgust churned in my stomach. Adrian was gone. He was at peace, reunited with his mother. To have these… these thoughts, these desires, felt like a betrayal. Like I was defiling his memory.I forced myself out of bed, meticulously smoothing the sheets, a futile attempt to impose order on the chaos within. Then, I headed to the bathroom for the morning routine, the motions feeling hollow and automatic.Leaving my room, my eyes instinctively drifted to Adrian's door. A phantom expectation lingered, a ghost of anticipation that he'd burst out, full of

DAMIEN'S POV The amber liquid swirled in the glass, catching the dim light of the club's private room. Another gulp, another fleeting moment of numbness. But the silence in the room was too loud, amplifying the echo of Adrian's name in my head. "Adrian..." I mumbled, the word a broken plea. "Come back, damn it. Just come back."Guilt gnawed at me, a constant companion ever since knowing what happened on him."I'm sorry, Adrian. I'm so fucking sorry. So goddamn sorry " The words were meant for him, but they tasted like ash in my mouth.Suddenly, a flicker of a memory surfaced, a desperate attempt by my mind to escape the torment. A coping mechanism I had relied on for years. Sex. The momentary oblivion, the distraction from the pain. It was a temporary fix, but right now, temporary was all I craved.I fumbled for my phone, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of the whiskey in my veins. My thumb scrolled through the contacts, a graveyard of past encounters, until my eyes lan

DAMIEN'S POV I spent the next few hours in a nervous frenzy. Showering, changing clothes repeatedly, trying to appear presentable despite the turmoil raging inside me. I re-read the email a dozen times, searching for hidden meanings, for any clue that could reveal the sender's intentions. The subject line, simply "Adrian," was enough to send a shiver down my spine each time.I knew I should be cautious. This could be a setup, a cruel prank. But the lure of the unknown, the promise of answers about that horrific night, was too strong to resist. Adrian deserved to have the truth revealed, even if he was no longer here to hear it. My best friend, gone too soon, his life was stolen by a murky conspiracy I was only beginning to understand.As I walked towards the address, a sense of unease prickled at the back of my neck. Greenwich Village, even in the daylight, had a certain grittiness, a sense of secrets lurking beneath the surface. I scanned the faces of passersby, trying to gauge if I

ADRIAN'S POV"Hello, I’m Gayle…" The voice, bright and sunny, cut through the quiet hum of the doctor's lounge. I didn't bother looking up. Just another intern, probably lost and looking for directions. People always seemed to find me when they needed something."I think we are from the same department... I'm also from the urology department…" she continued, her tone still unnervingly amicable.I flipped a page of my patients' report demanding my attention. Or, rather, providing a convenient shield. I had no interest in making small talk, especially not with someone so…vibrant."You are new here right?, and I can see you are always alone," she persisted, undeterred by my obvious lack of interest.That's right, it's just three months ago when I successfully landed a job at a prestigious hospital here in Norway. Thankfully, my qualifications exceeded their standards.My jaw tightened. Alone was exactly how I wanted to be. It was safer that way. Less complicated. Less painful. But this g

ADRIAN'S POV I stared at her, my mouth hanging open. "You're… you're a literal princess? As in, tiaras and castles and waving to crowds from balconies?"She giggled. "Sometimes. Mostly it's just boring meetings and awkward family dinners.""This is ridiculous," I stammered. "Three months ago, I was mistaken for a prince when I just landed in the airport, and now I'm friends with a princess. My life is officially a poorly written fairy tale."Gayle reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "Hey, don't let it get to your head. It's still me, remember? Just Gayle.""But… why didn't you tell me?" I asked, still reeling.Her smile faltered, and she seemed to shrink back a little. "To be honest? I saw you before you even got the job at St. Jude's. I saw you talking to my mother, Queen Victoria, when she summoned you about that mistaken identity thing. I even… I even followed you home after you left."My jaw dropped. "You followed me? You were stalking me?"She blushed, her cheeks turn