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
Lies.
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.