Craving The Playboy's Touch のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Emma’s POV "Yes! Oh my god, yes!" I’ve played this scene in my head a thousand times. Trevor Hayes, my boyfriend of six years, finally down on one knee, his love for me glistening bright in his eyes with a diamond ring I’ve always wanted in his hand. I’ve practiced how loud my "yes" would be several times, how I’d cry when he finally asks me to be his forever in a lifetime. And, it’s happening right now; he’s on one knee holding the ring I always wanted. But the person in front of him is not me, it’s Allysia. My best friend of five years. The same girl who knew how much I was waiting for this exact moment. I stood motionless in the middle of the room filled with half the people I had known my entire life from high school to college trying to comprehend the sight before me as they cheered, the flashlights of their phones capturing the moment. The two people I trusted the most in my entire life stood there, lost in a deep, consuming kiss, their bodies pressed together while the cro

Emma’s POVAdrian didn’t say a word as he drove, keeping his eyes focused on the road while his hands stayed steady on the wheel. He shifted gears and pulled out of the parking lot, heading away from the building where my life had just fallen apart. I leaned back and turned my head toward the side window, letting the heavy silence settle between us. The only time we spoke was when I gave him my address.The city lights of San Francisco blurred past us as I watched the streetlamps and neon signs of late-night diners, but I wasn't really seeing them. My mind kept replaying what had happened just a few minutes ago. The memory of the kiss was so strong that I bit my lower lip, which still felt tingly from the contact. I bit down so hard I thought it might actually bleed. Was I trying to forget about Trevor desperately that I had to kiss another guy? And not just any guy. Allysia’s step brother.His deep baritone broke through the silence. “Are you just going to stay quiet the whole ride

Adrian’s POVI’d always known Emma as my sister’s best friend, and I was more than surprised when I found out the person Allysia was getting married to was Emma’s boyfriend. To be honest, I’d never liked that scumbag. It was crazy to me, but I hadn’t bothered to go through the trouble of informing Emma; she would never have believed me anyway. She was too blinded by their deceit, wrapped in a false sense of love and friendship.I was forced to attend the engagement party, and right when I was about to go in after receiving a call, someone bumped into me. It was Emma. She looked like she’d been hit by a wrecking ball. Her face was flushed with a deep, shaky anger, and her eyes were swimming in tears that hadn’t quite fallen yet. I rushed after her, and I was more than surprised when she kissed me. She got me so turned on that all I wanted to do was take her right there. When I dropped her at her place, I knew she would reconsider my offer right after rejecting it, and now, here we are.

Emma’s POV Adrian sliced into his pancakes with a steady hand. He didn’t look the least bit surprised by the news. "I didn’t expect anything less from Allysia," he said, bringing his coffee to his lips. He took a slow sip while his eyes stayed locked onto mine. "She can be incredibly petty and mostly unreasonable" He raised a dark brow, studying me like he could read my soul. "Okay, with that look on your face, what’s going on in that little head of yours, Em?" I blinked, surprised by how fast he could read me. I didn't think I was that obvious. I leaned forward, resting my arms on the cool surface of the table, and took a deep breath. "I’m going to attend the wedding," I said firmly. Adrian paused, his fork halfway to his mouth. He looked at me with pure amusement, like I had just told him the funniest joke of the year. "Are you serious right now? Emma, you don’t have to go just because she invited you. “ "Who said I’m going because she invited me?" I cut him off, my

Emma’s POV “That’s insane! You know I’ve never really liked that sneaky bitch!” Olivia fumed, her hands slammed onto her waist as she paced back and forth in my small living room. She looked like she was ready to go to war. Olivia and I had started off as reading partners back in college, and over those four years, we had grown closer than I ever expected. When she moved to San Francisco after graduation, we became even closer. The moment the videos of Trevor and Allysia’s engagement started trending online, Olivia didn't just call. She drove ten miles straight to my apartment, insisting on staying for a week, even though I’d told her over the phone that I was perfectly fine. I watched her stomp across the hardwood floor, her face flushed a deep red. “Will you just take a seat, Olivia?” I asked, leaning back against the sofa cushions. “Take a seat? Emma, I am literally vibrating with rage!” she snapped, finally stopping to glare at me. “Six years! You gave him six years of your