Craving The Playboy's Touch のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

AdrianI tapped send, the photo of the $4,000 customized shirt I’d just picked out for my birthday flashing briefly before disappearing into the chat. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth as I didn't even need to wait for Emma’s reply to know exactly what she’d say. She’d surely call me a show-off or roll her eyes and throw some playful shade my way.She hadn’t replied to my messages for a few minutes now, but I knew she was still out shopping with Olivia. So I locked the phone and shoved it into my pocket. As much as I wanted to keep messing with her, I should respect a girls' day out.But for some reason, the wait was starting to grate on my nerves. I just couldn’t wait to see her again, and knowing the next time would probably be at my birthday party wasn't doing much to help my patience.I pulled the phone back out, unlocking it to type a quick follow-up telling her that I’d be sending my driver to pick her pretty ass up the night of the party, but a voice broke the qui

EmmaWe had just arrived at Adrian's place for his birthday party, but we were still sitting inside his car as his driver had picked Olivia and me up from my apartment. I leaned toward the window to check myself out one last time in the reflection, making sure my hair was in place and my makeup looked right. I had my hair in a ponytail, a few strands falling on the side of my face and styled in loose curls. For my face, I only had some mascara and red lipstick. My skin was so clear and dewy that I didn't feel like adding any touch up but still a little doubt managed to creep in.I turned toward Olivia, who was sitting right beside me, unbothered, striking a pose and snapping a few pictures on her phone. “Are you sure this outfit is okay?”Olivia rolled her eyes, not even lowering her phone. “Seriously? That is the third time you’ve asked me since we left the house. Adrian literally picked that dress out for you himself. Trust me, you look amazing in it, just stop stressing already.Th

EmmaI forced myself to look away from Trevor, bringing my focus back to what someone at the table was saying. I had promised myself he was dead to me and If I really wanted to keep that promise, I needed to forget his existence and stop letting him bother me. My mind drifted back to the restaurant two days ago, to the way he had threatened to get me arrested without even trying to listen to my side of the story. It was sick. He had actually refused to check the security footage and just walked away, believing Allysia's lies.A gentle nudge on my arm cut through my thoughts and I snapped out of it, blinking as I turned my head to face Adrian.“Hey, you okay?” Adrian asked softly. His eyes searched my face, filled with an unreadable expression.“Huh? Yeah. I’m... I’m okay,” I stammered.“Here,” Adrian said as he handed me a glass of cold water with a slice of lemon in it. “You looked like you needed this.”I took the glass from his hand, my fingers brushing against his, and offered him

EmmaI forced myself to look away from Adrian to hide my burning cheeks, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught Allysia leaning in toward Trevor. She whispered something directly into his ear, her finger curling seductively as she gestured for him to come closer. A broad smile spread across Trevor’s face, and he slowly licked his bottom lip, the look of sudden excitement written all over him by whatever she was saying. Allysia took his hand, leading him right to the center of the room where the other guests were already dancing. She raised her hands in the air, swinging her hips even harder while keeping her eyes locked onto his. The eye contact between them was so intense, that it felt like nobody else existed in the room.My stomach twisted.She turned around to face him fully, resting her forehead right against his. Trevor grinned down at her, wrapping one hand tightly around her waist while cupping her stomach with the other, holding her carefully and protectively, as if he we

Emma“Just take a look at your shameless self, showing up to this party in a dress you probably begged my son to get for you after hooking up with him. It shouldn’t even come as a surprise because you’ve always wanted everything my daughter has. Unfortunately you’re just the quiet girl people remember when they need somebody to screw.”Her words stung but held my head high. Refusing to look away from her. “I was watching you when my daughter-in-law walked in. The disappointing look on your face makes it so obvious you want my son to end up with you.” She let out a hysterical laugh. “Even my son-in-law doesn’t want you, and you think my son will pick up his trash? He’s never wanted you, he’s only having his fun with you and that’s it.”Just as I opened my mouth to speak….Smack!The palm of her hand landed against my cheek so hard that it echoed in the hallway. My head jerked sideways and a few strands of hair I’d perfectly styled turned into a mess. The sting burned through my skin s