Adrien Agreste Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“Well, why didn’t you just say that earlier, because now it looks like you ditched me for no reason to come to a club. Are you meeting someone? I’m confused. You’re the one that asked to see me today.” I had a lot more to say, but just then Trinity and the two others from before appeared. I eyed the red-head woman up and down with a hint of jealousy, curious as to what their relationship was. “These are my friends, Celeste and Damian. You already know Trinity,” Adrian said nodding to each respectively. The woman, Celeste, was tall, elegant and beautiful with porcelain skin and crimson lips. She looked down at me with a blank stare, her expression giving nothing away. She was beautiful and in

Adrien greeted. The man smiled faintly. “It’s been a long time, ragazzo.” Then his gaze slid to Elena. “And this must be the woman who has our young D’Angelo losing sleep.” Elena stiffened slightly. Adrien only smirked. “Elena Rossi. My fiancée.” Matteo’s brow lifted, but he said nothing, only nodded politely. “The family will be pleased to meet her.” When the man left, Elena turned to Adrien with a raised brow. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

Gwen turned to her two boardmates and blew out the cigarette smoke from her mouth. "Who else? It's his multi-billionaire jowa! (boyfriend)" Rona replied to him. "Ah, the one he says is the owner of famous beauty products? What's his name again? Adam? Adonis? Allan?" Lisa asked while wiping her red hair with a towel. Gwen approached them and sat in the empty seat. "Adante, Adante Kier Bautista." He pointed at the same time he drank a cup of coffee that Rona had brewed earlier.

Lori spoke first. “So,” Theo started, leaning forward. “Are we not gonna talk about this?” “Talk about what?” Adrien replied lazily and put his arms around my shoulder. Theo gestured between us, “You and June.” A beat. Then Adrien turned towards me with a soft expression. An intentional look. It looked so real. “We’re together. She’s my girlfriend.” He said simply. One of the guys I recognized from the soccer team choked on his drink. “Interesting,” Lori said, tilting her head slightly. “Didn’t know you liked quiet girls.”

It was a chilly night, Anne got out of bed and opened her bedroom window before taking a breath of fresh air. she lit a cigarette with a match and looked across at Aldric, who was sipping wine. "This is your wedding night, why are you here, when you should be celebrating with your wife? Isn't she one of the women who will bear the business's heir," she questioned. Aldric sipped the wine while shaking his head. He set the wine glass on the table and stated, "I don't love her, it's futile if I try to force my heart to embrace that woman."

“But sorry dear, you are up against a lady with big breasts who is not afraid to show herself in lingerie all over Fifth.” “I am not after Justin Adams! I know he is way out of my league. But it is nice that he knows I exist.” Adrienne didn’t say anything the whole time. The whole problem with secretly sleeping with the guy your friends dream about is that you get to hear about him all the time even after you part ways! She found it especially hard since she just fell in love with him and drove away a once in a million chance because she decided to be stupid. “Was he with someone? Was he with Tara?” Yuan asked.

"In her bed. In her fiancé's bed. Did you plan this? Did you plan this from the start, you ungrateful little bastard?" "It was an accident," I said. My voice cracked down the middle. "The full moon, we didn't choose—" "Save it." Marisol's grip tightened. "Everyone will know what you are by morning. A slut who couldn't keep her hands off her own sister's mate." "Enough." Kian's voice. Flat. Final. Marisol's hand froze in my hair. "Last night was an accident," he said, still not looking at me, only at her. "It changes nothing. My engagement to Priya stands."

Adrian had presented it this morning along with a detailed backstory for their relationship, his fingers lingering on her hand as he'd slipped it on. "Three months of secret dating," she muttered, rehearsing. "Met through mutual friends. Fell in love over late-night conversations about technology and ethics. Private proposal last week at his house in the Hamptons." The lies felt heavy on her tongue. She opened the door to find Adrian waiting, impeccable in a charcoal suit that made his shoulders look even broader. His eyes darkened as they swept over her, lingering on the way the dress clung to her hips. The heat in his gaze made her breath catch.

Instead, she placed a hand on Ross' chest in an even more intimate and possessive pose and smiled brightly for the camera. Adi Grenier clenched his fists and turned back to march into the ballroom, his face even colder than it had been a few minutes ago. It wasn't that he did not want this woman to be present. In fact, he had yearned to see her every day since she had gone... Because this woman was none other than Faith Heming, the ex-wife of Andrew Heming-his best friend and the only woman Adi Grenier had loved in his life.

“She’s pushing the lie publicly already.” “Yes.” Adrian took his phone back. “And that’s not the interesting part.” “What is?” He looked directly at her. “Your boyfriend.” The word tasted bitter. “What about him?” Adrian turned the phone again. Another photo appeared. This one from earlier that evening. Daniel and Lena walking out of a restaurant together. Daniel’s arm wrapped around her waist. “They seem… comfortable,” Adrian said casually. Aria forced her expression to stay neutral. “That’s none of your business.”