Lahat ng Kabanata ng His accidental husband: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Adrian’s Hale POVI woke up with a small groan, my eyes blinking open to meet the darkness of the room. The other side of the bed was empty. My heart skipped. Where was Damien? I checked the clock on the nightstand. Just past midnight.Quickly, I grabbed one of Damien’s shirts from the closet, slipping it on. It was too big for me, hanging loosely on my frame, but somehow the smell of him wrapped around me like a shield.I opened the bedroom door and walked down the silent hall. The whole house was dark. Not even a light from the lamps. That was strange. Halfway down the stairs, I heard something a faint clinking sound, like glass. My stomach sank, and I followed it.The sound led me to the breakfast bar. My fingers fumbled for the light switch, and when the room finally lit up, the sight made my chest ache.Damien was sitting at the counter, a bottle of alcohol half-empty beside him. His glass was full, but what shook me wasn’t the whiskey it was him. His face was buried in one hand,

Adrian’s POVWhat is love?For normal people, it’s probably something like “comfort,” “trust,” or “happiness.”But for me? My brain doesn’t even give me the chance to be poetic. It just blurts:Damien is the true definition oflove.And the worst part? My subconscious is right.God, that man makes me insane. Sometimes in the best way, sometimes in the worst. The memory of what happened in my office earlier still makes my skin heat up. I let him no, I practically begged him to take me right there on my desk like some lovesick fool. I mean, really? Adrian Hale, CEO of one of the top firms in the city, reduced to moaning into a mahogany desk.What if Lauren had walked in? What if Drew had? Oh wait that idiot did. His face when he barged in… I’m never living that down.The thing is, half of me wanted it to stop. But the other half? The louder half? I wanted more.I don’t know if that makes me conflicted or just pathetic.“Hey!”The sharp voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I blinked up, an

Adrian’s Hale POVIt was Saturday morning, and the whole house was quiet. Sarah had popped in earlier to check on me, but I shooed her off back to bed. I told her I wanted to do something special for Damien.So here I was, standing in the kitchen, mixing waffle batter like some wannabe chef. I know it sounds silly, but I’d been feeling… well, useless lately. Everyone in this house had a role: Damien ran the empire, Sarah helped manage things, even the staff had daily routines. Me? I felt like I was just sitting around, looking pretty, eating snacks, and occasionally making Damien laugh. That’s not nothing, sure, but still I wanted to contribute. So, breakfast-in-bed it was.As I whisked the batter, I hummed along to Ed Sheeran playing softly from my phone. My humming turned into actual singing, and pretty soon I was belting out lines in my terrible voice. Honestly, I should have shut up because every note probably carried at least a drop of spit. I cringed at the thought: Damien migh

Earlier That DayClara’s POVWell, well, well. Looks like fate finally decided to hand me a perfect setup. Who should walk into the diner I work at but Adrian Hale himself?It’s almost laughable. The golden boy, strutting in like he owns the world, sliding into a booth with some loudmouthed girl on his arm. I don’t know her name, don’t care. All I see is him. And for me, this is an opportunity.“Adriannnn I’M STARVING!” the girl whined dramatically as they walked by. “DAVID was too lazy to cook, so now you have to take me out! Seriously, men are useless!”I rolled my eyes from behind the counter. Her voice was like nails on glass.Adrian, on the other hand, just sighed in that soft, patient way of his. “Whatever you say, Clara. I’m not that hungry anyway.”Clara. So that’s her name. Filed away, though she’s irrelevant.I ducked my head, angling myself so he wouldn’t catch sight of me. Too risky if he recognized me too early. No, I needed to play this smart.Just then, Marc tapped me

Adrian's POV"I'll show you who's the pussy."And with that, I felt my shirt, well Damien's shirt, getting lifted and leaving my body. Damien throws it on God-knows-where and my heart was fucking beating so hard. Damien starts kissing my neck and rubbing my crotch with his hand, which sends tingles to my groin. I moved my neck to give him better access and when I noticed Damien fumbling, I quickly reached over the hem of his shirt and lifted it above his head. He then goes back to kissing my neck and soon he laid me on the mattress with me on my back. He started to go lower starting from my collarbone, to my chest and then to my nipple. I moaned in pleasure as he licks the hard nipple and holding the other one in the middle of his thumb and index finger.I was hard. Oh yes, I was fucking hard.Both of my hands were on his hair and I was gripping it for life as I moaned when he continued kissing and licking down my torso. He soon reached stomach and he gives it a few licks before going