My Best Friend Stole My Royal Boyfriend

Chapter 58

She smiles, “he’s already agreed. You’ll be in his car; Henry and I will be in a different vehicle. It should give you more bonding time.”

Bonding time? My mother didn’t know what she was speaking about or encouraging, for that matter. The bonding between Adam and me isn’t the kind of bonding you see between siblings.

I packed my bags, just in case I wanted to go for a swim. A few minutes later and we are on our way to the lake. As usual, Adam and I are barely speaking to each other. He hasn’t said a single word to me.

I play with my fingers in my lap, “who was that girl from earlier?” I break the silence with a question bugging me since earlier.

Tdon’t want to care, but I do. He doesn’t have to know why I’m asking; he could think I’m curious. He quirks a brow, “why do you ask?” I cross my arms over my chest, “forget that I asked. It’s not important.”.

“She’s someone from my past school. You wouldn’t be seeing her around again.” He finally responds.

Wouldn’t be seeing her around again? Could it be that he dated her and chose this morning to break it off? I want to ask, but I don’t want him to think I’m invested in his relationships.

“How far are we from the lake?” I ask him. – There are many other questions I have for him, but I’m waiting for the right moment to ask them. “Are you that impatient?” He answers my question with one of his own. I roll my eyes, “of course not. It was a simple question.” I’m about to say something else when a building comes into my view.

“Isn’t this…”

“The school that all royals attend.” He says before I can finish the question. “Yes, it is.”

My lips part, and I feel a weird pain in my chest, the same kind that I felt whenever I was close to Adam. It wasn’t as strong, but it made me feel uncomfortable.

“It’s so unfair; why do they have the best schools when commoners don’t,” I mumble.

He gives me a sideways glance, “it sounds to me like you have something against the royals. Most people worship them; what’s your issue?”

llaugh,”my issue? They don’t care about anyone but themselves. Where do you ever see them doing anything to better our lives? We’re the ones giving everything to serve them. It should be the other way around. I don’t know why they don’t use their power for good instead of bad.”

He shrugs his shoulders, “it depends on how you look at it. They have those schools because they’re training to protect those who can’t protect themselves. Not all of them only care about themselves. Don’t judge everyone badly because of one or two.”

“Are you defending them?” I ask him. He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he pulls into a road that goes into the forest. “We’re almost there.” In a few minutes, he stops the vehicle. His dad and my mom are not here yet; it’s just the two of us for

now.  seen Derore.

place?” I ask

him; I can see that this place brings him great peace, “I stumbled upon it one day while exploring the

beauty of it. I feel connected

I feel connected to this place somehow. Like this isn’t my first time here when I know that I haven’t been here before, not even once in my life. This is the kind of place you

you the type of man that sleeps around? How many women have you been with already? Did you love any of them?”

hear that he hasn’t loved anyone before. I want to hear that no woman has ever been able

answer. His eyes flash and pin me against the tree. For a moment, I can’t move, just let him stare at

distance between us, and he’s looming over me

c***s his head to the side and studies me with that intense gaze that leaves my knees weak

to be

every part of you. Maybe I want to know why

in

with him thinking that way. As long as I got the answers to my questions,

different.” He says suddenly. “Excuse

mean? Was that his way of distracting me from my questions

I’ve ever met before.” He elaborates. “Is that a good thing or a bad

the cafeteria?” I murmur. It’s the question I’ve been dying to ask, and

“I don’t think. I know you are responsible for it.” “How is that possible?” I ask him. “I’m a

started it, to begin with. It would mean that he wasn’t just some average commoner. But I guess I

that you can teach me how to use it?” I ask him. “What makes you think that I know

my body how to

out loud, but I feel it in my belly.

strokes the side of my arm. “W-what are you doing?” I stutter. “Teaching you.” He says. His voice was thick. “What does touching me have anything to

answers. “I just know that this is what has to be done. I have

his face close to my neck. I can hardly breathe when he blows on

head; I

have time to prepare myself when he grips my waist and

us.

arms around his neck and