The Taste of Two のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

I left Adrian’s office trying to keep my steps steady, even though my heart was in complete disarray. His words—wait for me in your room, Baby. I want to sleep with you—kept circling relentlessly in my head.The moment my bedroom door closed behind me, I pressed a hand to my chest, struggling to steady my breathing.“What is he thinking…?” I whispered.Or more accurately: What am I thinking?I set my bag and laptop on the desk, desperately trying to focus on anything other than him. I couldn’t let those words haunt me until morning. But before I could even begin to calm myself, my phone rang—loud enough to make me almost drop it.Ethan.I took a long breath before answering. “H–hello?”“Leah?” Ethan’s voice sounded alert. “Why do you sound like that? What are you doing? Did you just run? Why are you out of breath like that?&rdq

“Ugh, what time is it?” I groaned, struggling to pry my eyes open.The alarm on my phone blared obnoxiously, dragging me out of the warmth of my bed when every part of my body refused to cooperate. My muscles, especially the ones along my thighs—throbbed the moment I tried to shift. I let out a slow, shaky breath.Trying to remember why I was this sore.“Oh my God…” I whispered, brushing my fingertips over the tender ache along my thigh.I had no idea how many times Adrian and I touched each other last night. I didn’t dare count. All I knew was that this lingering ache wasn’t something I wanted to forget. Not after the way he touched me, looked at me, whispered things that still sent shivers racing down my spine just from remembering. The way he let himself lose control—how he moaned with my name on his lips. And when he was inside me… when I matched him, met every movement, every rhythm, every

“Almost there, Leah,” I murmured to myself as I looked over my assignments one last time. I only needed to wait for Ethan’s part—he claimed he’d handle it on his own. Hopefully he did it, and hopefully without any major mistakes.When the clock on my laptop finally inched toward noon, I stretched and exhaled in relief.Just the final check left. Thank God. I lifted my arms, rolled my shoulders, stretched my waist and legs—everything felt stiff and a little cramped. A quick stretch before moving on to the next part of my day.My stomach protested loudly, as if finally realizing I hadn’t put anything in it since breakfast. I stood, straightened my sweater, made sure I didn’t look too disheveled, and headed downstairs.A small frown creased my brow. The house was unusually quiet—so quiet that my footsteps sounded louder than they should have in a place this big.In the kitchen, Mrs. Alvarez was adj

The moment the car door opened, the warm yet cooling city breeze brushed across my face. Adrian’s driver walked beside me, making sure I didn’t get lost as we stepped into the lobby of Tower 7—a tall glass building that reflected the daylight like a gigantic blue gemstone.“Right this way, Miss Bennet,” he said, pressing an access card to the VIP elevator panel. The doors slid open almost soundlessly, and I stepped inside with him.The elevator rose so smoothly it felt as if the floor beneath me were floating. My heartbeat quickened—whether from nerves… or from the fact that I was about to enter a completely different world.A world Adrian had chosen for me. A world that wasn’t mine—yet somehow waited for me.I had never set foot in a building this luxurious. Places like this only existed in dramas or glossy real estate ads on YouTube.I couldn’t stop marveling at the interior design.When the elevator doors opened, I froze.The city stretched out before me—towering, sharp, magnificent

“If you say so, Aunt Margaret,” I murmured, studying my own reflection in the mirror. “Don’t blame me if your husband turns to me instead.”I walked back to the table with light steps, still carrying the lingering, delicate tension that had sparked between us earlier. Oddly enough, I almost felt grateful for Aunt Margaret’s interruption in the restroom. At least it had washed away the memory of Adrian’s touch during dinner—if only a little.Adrian was waiting for me, sitting with his usual composed posture. But there was something sharp glinting behind his eyes—some quiet satisfaction that made me want to smile without knowing why.“What kept you so long in there, hm?” he asked the moment I sat down. “Did someone catch your attention?”“You think that’s possible?” I laughed softly. “How could anything distract me when you’re right in front of me, Ad