My Best Friend Stole My Royal Boyfriend

Chapter 9

Adam‘s white shirt is now wet and stained from the wine

Bryan was drinking. It almost seems as though he’d walk

into Bryan intentionally. But that would be insane, wouldn‘t

it? Adam and I didn‘t know each other well; I haven‘t even

said a single word to him before. Then there is no reason

that he would try to protect me from my disgusting

ex–boyfriend.

“Watch where the fuck–,” Bryan stops himself when he

realizes that he‘s speaking to Adam. For the first time, I see

real fear in his eyes. He‘s scared of the dark prince. But why

wouldn‘t he be? Adam had this aura about him that scared

anyone that didn‘t happen to be horny girls out to get him

into their beds and between their legs.

Adam doesn‘t even bother to apologize; he pushes the

exit door behind us and storms outside.

I shake my head at Bryan and don‘t bother wasting any

more time speaking to him. Instead, I push open the door

and follow behind Adam. Unfortunately, I do not see him

anywhere. Where did he go? There are a few people inside

the pool and others by the bar, but none of them was him.

My eyes close in on the small gate to the right. That‘s the

only place that he could have gone.

Was I doing the right thing by following someone as

dangerous as Adam out into the lonely woods? Because that

God, he‘s coming to me.

I feel a hiccup leave my throat, and I want to die from

embarrassment. This is the first time something like that has

ever happened to me. Surprisingly, this time, the whispers

have stopped, at least for now. Could it be because of his

touch earlier?

My eyes travel lower to the stain on his shirt, and I want

to help him remove it for some reason. I don‘t even

understand why it‘s bothering me this much.

“Are you looking for me?”

I don‘t know what to say; I mean, the truth was loud and

clear; why else would I be out here in the dark by myself?

Of course, my lips remain sealed; whenever I‘m near

him, my mouth always chooses that opportunity to become

mute.

He‘s close to me now, and I‘ve forgotten how to

breathe. I feel exposed under his experimental gaze, and I

want to ask him to stop looking at me, except I don‘t want

him to stop, do I? Even though I‘m shocked by the feelings of

having his eyes on me like this, something I‘ve wanted for a

long time, by the way, I still enjoy it in some twisted way,

“Do you still love him?”

I‘m taken aback by his question, but I already know who

he‘s talking about. Bryan. He was the last person I wanted to be thinking about right now. Adam was the one person that

made me forget about him, and now he was bringing him up

doesn‘t exactly disappear in a day; that is when you truly did love someone, however, not like the love Bryan and Aria had

for me.

“I do,” I whisper. It‘s the first words I’ve spoken to Adam,

and it just happened to be my confession to still loving my

traitorous ex–boyfriend, who I also happen to hate with a

passion.

Apparently, it was possible to love and hate someone at

the same time.

My eyes are drawn right back to the stain on his shirt,

and he catches me this time.

“Does it bother you that much?” He asks in a throaty

whisper. I don‘t have time to comprehend his question when

he grabs the edge of the t–shirt and shoves it over his head,

leaving his chest bare in front of me.

My jaw drops, and I can‘t stop staring at how smooth

and shiny it is. I‘m suddenly hit with a strong desire to touch

1. it. I‘ve certainly forgotten about everything now that he‘s

standing in front of me shirtless. I‘ve surely forgotten that

I‘m out here with the dark prince himself all alone in the dark

woods. I’ve surely forgotten that I‘m far away from everyone

else to call for help if I needed it. I‘ve even forgotten that my

parents would kill me if they knew what I was up to. And I‘ve

definitely forgotten how to freaking breathe once more.

How does he know that it‘s been bothering me? Please

tell me he can‘t read minds because that would be extremely

else to call for help it I needed it. I‘ve even forgotten that my

parents would kill me if they knew what I was up to. And I‘ve

definitely forgotten how to freaking breathe once more.

How does he know that it‘s been bothering me? Please

tell me he can‘t read minds because that would be extremely

embarrassing: I‘ve already been embarrassed enough

already, I didn‘t need any more of that.

But do I even care about any of that right now? The

answer is clear and straightforward; no. All I care about right

now is reaching forward and touching him in the most

intimate ways possible. It‘s like my body has absolutely zero

control around him, and I want to scream in frustration, not

in frustration that I have no control over my body; no, I‘m

frustrated that I haven‘t touched him as yet.

It couldn‘t possibly be healthy wanting to touch

someone this badly, could it? I barely knew this man, for

crying out loud

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You know him.

You‘ve studied him for years. You‘ve painted him, drawn

every feature of his face, dreamt of his pretty eyes every

night. Cried yourself to sleep, wishing he was touching you.

You know him more than you would let yourself admit.

I don‘t know what‘s happening to me, but I do realize

hat I‘m walking towards him. I feel like I‘m under a spell,

nd it‘s a damn strong one.

every feature of his face, dreamt of his pretty eyes every

night. Cried yourself to sleep, wishing he was touching you.

You know him more than you would let yourself admit.

I don‘t know what‘s happening to me, but I do realize

that I‘m walking towards him. I feel like I‘m under a spell,

and it‘s a damn strong one.

Adam watches me like a hawk; he‘s very aware of my

body getting closer to his, but he does not move away; he

stands still like a stone and let me come to him.

Thesitantly raise my hand, just one; I‘m too scared to

use both hands right now. Adam exhales loudly when I

finally touch him, and I think I do the exact opposite. I inhale

as deeply as I could, taking in as much of his scent as

possible. Something about the smell of the woods mixed

with his own aroma has my heart racing and my body

wanting more.

I suddenly decided that this is not enough; I need more. lean closer to him and inhale once more before pressing my lips to his chest.

Adam goes rigid in front of me. It‘s only then that

alize what I’ve done, and my head shoots upwards to look

bat him, scared of how far I‘ve gone.

gasp at what I see next.

Adam‘s eyes are entirely black; it‘s as though I‘m staring

o one of his dark holes even though I‘ve never seen him

ate one before.