Caught Between My Fiancee And His Ex Best Friend

Chapter 3

Amaya

What have I done?

I sat on the edge of my bed, legs trembling, staring at the ceiling as memories from last night flooded my mind. Kael’s rough hands gripping my thighs. His thick c**k stretching me open. The way he f****d me like he owned me, deep, brutal, relentless, while I screamed his name like a w***e.

Guilt clawed at my chest. I dropped onto the couch, burying my face in my hands.

“I'm so stupid. So f*****g stupid,” I muttered to myself.

The door opened suddenly.

Kael stepped inside, looking devastatingly handsome. His dark hair was messy, tattoos visible under his open shirt, and he carried a small gift bag in one hand. His eyes softened the moment they landed on me.

“Amaya…” his voice was low.

“Get out,” I snapped, standing up quickly.

He closed the door behind him and stepped closer. “I’m sorry, Amaya. I’m so deeply sorry for everything.” His voice was low and sincere. “I should never have let things go that far. I’m sorry for crossing every line I shouldn’t have crossed.”

The anger exploded out of me. I marched forward and slapped him hard across the face.

“You took advantage of me!” I shouted, tears stinging my eyes. “I was drunk, Kael! I was f*****g drunk, but yet you f****d me like some cheap slut while I could barely think straight!

He set the gift bag down and moved toward me slowly. “I’m sorry for being selfish. I’m sorry for not thinking about how much you were hurting. I’m sorry for taking advantage of the moment when you were vulnerable. I’m sorry for everything I did that hurt you.”

He paused, bringing up his face slowly to look at me. “I'm truly sorry, Amaya. I promise it won't repeat itself again.

His voice cracked slightly as he kept apologizing. He stood there pouring out his remorse for a long time. The longer he spoke, the more my anger mixed with exhaustion and confusion. Tears streamed down my face. My palm stung, but the slap seemed to release something inside me. I wiped my cheeks angrily.

He rose slowly. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “...fine. But this can never happen again. Do you understand me? Never. What happened last night was a mistake. A terrible mistake. It ends here.”

Kael nodded, visible relief washing over his features. “Thank you. I swear to you, it won’t happen again. I’ll respect whatever boundaries you set.”

He picked up the gift bag and offered it to me. “This is my apology gift.”

I took the bag hesitantly, my fingers brushing his. Before I could open it, the front door burst open with force.

Adrian.

He stood in the doorway in a sharp black suit. His eyes widened in shock and fury when they landed on Kael standing so close to me.

“What the f**k is this bastard doing in your apartment?” Adrian snarled, stepping inside and slamming the door behind him.

Kael’s entire body tensed, his fists clenching at his sides.

The tension between the two men was suffocating. They glared at each other like wolves ready to tear each other apart. Adrian’s jaw was locked tight, his hands curled into fists.

After a long, heavy silence, Adrian turned his gaze to me. The cold ruthlessness in his eyes softened into something I rarely saw, desperation.

“Amaya… please,” he said, his voice dropping. “Can we talk? Just the two of us. In your room. Give me five minutes. I’m begging you.”

Kael immediately protested. “Amaya, don’t…”

But Adrian stepped closer, his eyes pleading. “Ammie… please. I need to speak with you alone. Just hear me out.”

The old nickname hit me straight in the chest. My heart ached. Despite everything, part of me still loved the man I had said yes to.

I exhaled shakily. “Kael… please wait outside for a little while.”

Kael looked betrayed, but after a tense moment he nodded stiffly and stepped out, closing the door behind him.

The second we were alone in my bedroom, Adrian closed the distance and dropped to his knees in front of me.

“Amaya…” His voice was raw with emotion. “I’m so sorry. I’m deeply, truly sorry for what I did yesterday. I wasn’t in my right mind. I made a horrible mistake, and I regret it more than you can ever imagine.”

He stayed on his knees and begged for a long time. Minutes of sincere, heartfelt apologies. He told me how much he loved me, how much I meant to him, how terrified he was of losing me. He promised it would never happen again. He swore he would do better. He spoke about our three years together, the proposal, the future we had planned. His voice cracked several times, something I had never heard from the cold, ruthless CEO.

Tears filled my eyes as I listened. This was Adrian, the man who rarely showed vulnerability.

Seeing him like this chipped away at my resolve.

After a long silence, I whispered, “Okay… I forgive you. But if anything like that ever happens again, we’re finished. Do you understand?”

Relief flooded his face. He stood up slowly and cupped my cheeks with both hands. “Thank you, Ammie. Thank you.”

Our eyes locked. The air between us suddenly became thick and charged. His gaze dropped to my lips.

Then his mouth crashed against mine.

The kiss was desperate and full of raw hunger.

Adrian kissed me like a man drowning, like he had been starving for me. His hands slid down my body, pulling me flush against him. I moaned softly into his mouth as he backed me against the wall, his hard body pressing into mine.

“f**k, I missed you,” he growled against my lips.

Heat flared between us instantly. His hands roamed under my shirt, gripping my waist as he deepened the kiss. I could feel how much he wanted me, hard and insistent against my stomach.

The kiss grew hotter, more intense. Our tongues tangled passionately. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the wild rhythm of my own.

Adrian poured all his regret, all his hunger, and all his love into that kiss, holding me like he never wanted to let go again.

In seconds, he had my shirt off. His mouth attacked my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks while his hands yanked my shorts down. His fingers found my p***y, already wet again.

“You’re soaked,” he groaned, sliding two thick fingers inside me. “This p***y is still mine, Amaya. Only mine.”

I gasped as he fingered me roughly, curling his fingers against that spot that made my knees weak. My mind flashed to Kael f*****g me last night, and the guilt only made me wetter.

Adrian dropped to his knees again, spread my thighs wide, and buried his face between my legs. His tongue licked me furiously, sucking on my c**t while his fingers pumped in and out.

“Oh god… Adrian!” I moaned, grabbing his hair.

He devoured my p***y like a starved man until my legs shook and I came hard on his tongue, crying out his name.

Before I could recover, he stood up, freed his thick, rock-hard c**k, and lifted me up. My back hit the wall as he thrust into me in one powerful stroke, burying himself balls-deep.

“f**k!” I screamed.

He f****d me hard against the wall, pounding deep and fast. Every brutal thrust slammed me against the surface as he claimed me.

“This p***y belongs to me,” he growled, biting my neck. “Say it.”

“It’s yours… it’s yours, Adrian!”

He carried me to the bed, threw me on my back, and folded my legs over his shoulders. The new angle let him f**k me even deeper. His heavy balls slapped against my ass with every savage stroke. The wet, obscene sounds of his c**k destroying my soaked p***y filled the room.

I came again, clenching around him as stars exploded behind my eyes.

Adrian groaned loudly and buried himself to the hilt, flooding my p***y with thick, hot ropes of c*m. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing his seed deeper inside me.

We collapsed together, panting and covered in sweat.

As I lay in his arms, reality slowly crept back in.

What the hell was I becoming?