All Chapters of Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DAMIEN'S POVThe aroma of chicken broth and ginger clung to the air as I carefully made my way down the penthouse hallway, the bowl of soup warm in my hands. I’d actually managed to cook something edible. Then I saw him.Adrian, pale and unsteady, was using the wall for support, shuffling along like a newborn fawn. My brow furrowed. What was he doing out of bed?"Adrian! What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to stay in bed and wait for me?" My voice came out sharper than intended.He looked up, a sheepish expression on his face. "I didn't want to feel like such a burden, Damien. It's just a fever. I can walk, you know. I'm not bedridden."I couldn’t help but feel a surge of… something. Irritation? Concern? It was all tangled up. I stepped closer, ruffling his already messy hair. "Why are you so stubborn, Adrian? Do I need to tie you to the bed to get you to obey me?" I flicked his forehead, a habit from college.Adrian blinked a couple of times, a strange look in his eyes. He ac

ADRIAN'S POV I reached for the bottom drawer, the one where I meticulously filed all sensitive documents.I yanked the drawer open. My stomach plummeted. It wasn't there. The folder, marked clearly with Selena’s name and the date, was gone. The signed agreement, the one that definitively stated Selena Quinn willingly participated in the after-hours session, was gone. Vanished. And without it, I was vulnerable."What the...? I swear I put it here!" I raked through the other files, the panic now a roaring monster in my ears. It had to be here. It had to be."Oh, Adrian," Selena purred, sitting comfortably at the couch, her arms crossed. "Where's the proof you were bragging about? The written agreement? Show it to me. Let us see your shield."I cleared my throat, trying to project an authority I didn't feel. "It wasn't here," I said, the words sounding weak even to my own ears.Her smile widened, a viper about to strike. "Oh, how unfortunate for you. Clearly, you should have hidden it i

DAMIEN'S POV"Leave soft kisses on her thighs one at a time and upon reaching her pussy, give the surrounding area of her clitoris a soft kiss then go up to her another leg then repeat the process at least three times. At this point, she will be battling with the pleasured agony and anticipation of when you're going to lick her clitoris. You can also tease her until she nears on getting crazy with your lick by getting really close to her cunt and clitoris but only give them one or two licks then proceed to another part of her body far from it.""Take your time lavishing every nook and cranny of her pussy, leave nothing untouched by your lips and tongue. Swirl your tongue in her clitoris as long as she wants. Make her beg for more. Make her addicted to the pleasure you're giving her. Mark, you can make her cum just by your mouth. Her orgasm will heighten her senses more. It will be a prelude to the main show.""Ugghhhhh... Mark.... baby.... I'm gonna.... fuckkk... cum" Emily warn him.

DAMIEN'S POVI was recounting my escapades in France, the two women in the VIP section eager to impress, their expensive perfume a heady mix. Adrian was smiling, genuinely interested, which was typical of him. He'd just finished telling me about how he’d secured Selena’s approval during her surprise visit to the clinic, impressing her with our efficiency.Then the bar girls arrived. Suddenly, hands were on my shoulders, giggles filled my ears. I saw Adrian’s face. It was a fleeting expression, almost unnoticeable in the strobe lights, but there was a flicker of something…pain? Disappointment? "Excuse me," he mumbled, his voice tight. "I need to… hit the dance floor."Before I could decipher it, he was gone, swallowed by the dancing throng.The girls were draped all over me now just like the previous times I'm here. One was whispering in my ear, the other was tracing patterns on my chest. It should have been enjoyable, a standard Saturday night indulgence. But it wasn't. My mind was e

ADRIAN'S POVThe tension in Quinn Manor was thick enough to cut with a knife. All eyes were on me after my pathetic attempt to downplay things with Selena. "We're just getting to know each other," I'd said, like some awkward teenager. Then Mr. Quinn Sr. – Selena's grandfather, the man who could make or break empires with a snap of his fingers – had erupted in laughter. Genuine, booming laughter that echoed through the opulent dining room.Confusion warred with a growing sense of dread. I blinked, unsure if I'd misspoken, or worse, offended him. But then he smiled, a surprisingly warm, approving smile. “I like your honesty, Adrian. Your sincerity. I expected some young buck slick charmers to try and take advantage of Selena’s… situation, claim Selena as his own just for the… prestige."He glanced at Selena, a glint in his eye. "Don't lose him, dear. Put him in your pocket if you have to." He then turned back to me. "I give you my blessing. If you decide to go public, you have my full