My Best Friend Stole My Royal Boyfriend

Chapter 27

Belle stops me before I can enter the house. Noah is still in the car, and it looks like she’s

trying for him not to see us. What was this about?

“You may want to hide those marks before you enter the house,” she warns me. Marks? What marks. Her eyes focus on my legs, and I follow her gaze. My cheeks turn red

when I realize what she’s talking about. Adam left his love marks on me earlier while he was

sucking on me.

Oh no. What was I going to do? “Relax,” she tells me as she digs in her purse and pulls out some makeup. “I’ll cover it up

in no time. Just tell me when Noah is coming.”

Belle finishes just before Noah reaches us, and he looks at us in confusion, “am, is some

girl thing going on here that I don’t want to know about?”

“Yes,” Belle mumbles. “Now, let’s get inside before our parents get worried and grow all hysterical on us. We don’t want any more of that.”

Once safely inside my room, Ilock the door and head to the mirror, I’m not sure that I can even recognize myself. My eyes were bright, my cheeks flushed, and my lips were swollen. I’ve never looked like this before. How did no one suspect anything? Belle didn’t ask me who gave me the love marks, but she didn’t exactly get the opportunity either, maybe she was waiting for the right time. Or perhaps she wanted

to give me my privacy. I wasn’t sure, but I preferred that she didn’t ask. I didn’t want to lie to her, I already knew I couldn’t tell her that it was Adam.

Trub my fingers over the spots his lips were on. I grabbed the makeup wipes Belle gave to me and slowly removed the makeup, revealing the marks to myself.

I don’t understand how seeing those things and knowing that he left it there manages to double the desire inside of me. Somehow, I want him even more than before..

His words from earlier keep replaying in my mind. He said that I was a good girl and that I shouldn’t change that for anyone. Why would someone like Adam say something like that to me? He was the prince of darkness, for crying out loud; seeing me rebel, should have made him happy. Then why did he seem so upset?

Does Adam care for me? Was it more than just lustful desires?

I shake my head; I don’t want to look for anything that wasn’t there. I also didn’t want to

read too much into this. It would drive me crazy, and I didn’t want that.

I needed to move on from tonight no matter how badly my body and mind wanted to hold on to every single detail.

rest of my life. A part of me, a big part, tells me that Adam is the man for me, the only man. Just the thought of that scares me, I didn’t know how to control myself around him, and I don’t think that would ever change.

I can’t keep doing this to myself; I needed to be strong. I couldn’t let Adam get to me until

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It was the next day of school, and I ensured that the skirt I wore today was long enough to

hide the marks Adam left on my body. I couldn’t risk anyone seeing that.

Belle kept giving me these worrisome looks, but still, she didn’t ask me any questions. I

knew that Noah had an idea about Adam and me, but I wasn’t sure that my sister knew

anything other than what my parents mentioned in the car.

Abigail meets me by my locker, and she has this huge smile on her face, “somebody looks like they got some action last night.” she teases.

I didn’t tell Abigail anything about this; how does she know?

“I saw Adam lift you out of the party last night.” She informs me. “I was about to come and save you, but I knew that you probably wanted some alone time with him,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

Ishake my head at her as I try to hide my blush. “I’m right, aren’t l?” she demands in a high-pitched voice.

I nodded and looked around me to make sure that no one was listening in on our

conversation. “Adam kissed me inside his jeep last night.”

Abigail does a girlish squeal from excitement, and I shoot her a warning look. I didn’t want to bring any attention to us.

“Let’s get to class.”

She hooks her arm through mine and strolls with me to our classroom. “You need to tell me all about it the moment we get some time alone.”

I chuckle, “just try and stop me.”

All eyes were on me when I entered the classroom; I almost forgot that I was now my people’s flaming whisperer. Things weren’t the same as before; there were people actually

trying to become my friend now.

Sir Williams offers me a seat at the front of the class along with Abigail, and it’s not

could track your every move. This also meant that Abigail and I wouldn’t get to talk more about

Adam.

Where was he? He wasn’t in here, and as the class progressed, he still didn’t show up, not even late like he usually does.

“Since we now know who our flaming whisperer is, I think that it’s important for us to train her.” Sir announces suddenly. “Amiera, we need to awaken the fire within you. I’m not sure why it hasn’t surfaced yet since you’re supposed to be the strongest of your kind, but we need to

start somewhere. Please come here and stand next to me.”

I’m extremely nervous as I step closer to him, and unfortunately, face the rest of the class. I can feel the pressure as they all look on to see what I can do now that it was revealed whol

was.

“Try to create fire, “Sir Williams commands.

I close my eyes with the palm of my hand facing the ceiling and try to bring forth the flames. Two seconds passed, then another and another, but just like always, no matter how hard I tried, nothing happened.

“How is it possible that the flaming whisperer has no idea how to create fire?” Carol asks, “she seems more like a fake than anything else to me.”

Of course, I still didn’t earn the respect of everyone around me, even though I was now supposedly the savior of my people. There were still persons that would look for any opportunity to bring me down. But could I blame them? How could the flaming whisperer not be able to create fire? What was it that I was missing? What was I doing so wrong?

There are more whispers, and Sir Williams tries to reassure me that it’s okay. The whispers stop when the classroom door slams shut. I look up and spot Adam; he isn’t looking

at me; instead, he’s glaring at the rest of the class.

He finally turns towards me, our gazes lock, and his jaw tightens. He walks forward and doesn’t stop until he’s a few inches away from me.

“I’ll train Amiera from today.”

W-what?