All Chapters of Craving The Playboy's Touch : Chapter 121 - Chapter 129

Emma The sound of an engine outside made me pause with the mascara wand halfway to my lashes. It wasn’t the sound I was used to hearing from his car.Curiosity got the better of me, and I hurried to the window, pulling back the curtain just enough to peek through. My jaw nearly hit the floor when I saw a sleek black limousine parked right in my driveway.A chauffeur in a crisp black-and-white suit stepped out and opened the back door.Adrian emerged in a charcoal-grey suit, his hair styled the same way it had been the night before, except this time he had a pair of sunglasses on that made him look like he owned every inch of the city.My phone rang from the dressing table, and I rushed over, silently praying it wasn’t my mom again. Instead, Adrian’s name lit up the screen. I answered instantly, a smile tugging at my lips as I pressed the phone to my ear and hurried back to the window just to get another look at him.“A limousine?” was the first thing out of my mouth.He smirked, his

EmmaAdrian guided me through different parts of the estate, his hand resting low on my back like it was the most natural thing in the world. I couldn’t tell if it was for show or if he’d simply forgotten that we didn’t have to keep up the act when no one was watching. But then I remembered all the other times he’d held me like he owned every piece of me, and I decided not to overthink it.When we came to the indoor swimming pool lined with pristine white loungers, I nodded to myself without thinking.“What?” he asked, catching the gesture.“I’m trying to decide which pool I like better—this one or the one at your place in London.”“Mine is obviously better,” he said without hesitation.I rolled my eyes. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.”He chuckled and shook his head, and we continued walking until two tennis courts came into view, sitting side by side. It felt a bit excessive to me, but then again, I was standing in the middle of a Beaufort estate, so maybe this was just how thing

EmmaAdrian guided me back through the front entrance, and as we rounded the corner toward the living room, my chest immediately tightened.Allysia was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, looking completely at ease. And right beside her was Trevor, dressed in a suit that fit him perfectly, looking devastatingly attractive despite everything he’d done to me. Seeing him again, this close, made something in my chest flutter that I didn’t want to acknowledge.My gaze then shifted back to Allysia when she chuckled mockingly, heat rising instantly in my cheeks as I was fuming. I wanted to charge towards her and punch her right in the face, even though I knew I couldn't bring myself to do it. The thought of it already made me clench my fist tight and I would have done it with both hands, if not for Adrian holding on onto the other one.He felt me squeeze his hand, and he immediately squeezed mine back. I looked up at him, and he subtly shook his head, telling me to stay calm. I even

EmmaJust when I thought everything could be normal for some minutes, Mrs Beaufort spoke.“I can't be the only one here who is curious,” She leaned forward, her eyes locked on Adrian and me. “We all know you've been messing around with each other for a while now and..” Mr. Beaufort loudly cleared his throat to keep her in check and she paused for a few seconds, as if to choose her next words wisely. “When did you two decide to get together?” she said. Adrian looked over at me. “It's close to two weeks now. I just realized I wanted something more than what we had..because she's amazing and when I told her, it turns out I wasn't the only one feeling that way.”“Well, better than nothing, right?” She mockingly said. “Did you know that there are some situations in which nothing is better?”I raised my eyebrows a little in surprise, at how that was obviously aimed at our fake relationship. “Son,” Mr. Beaufort said, “You haven't brought anyone home before, not even Claire. I'm glad we f