Perfect 👌🔥 here's your Chapter 51 written to flow directly from Chapter 50, full length (~1k words), balancing intimacy aftermath + bestie arrival + Adrian's quick exit.
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Chapter 51 – Between Two Worlds
Elena stirred awake, her body still tingling from the night before. The room smelled faintly of smoke and spice — Adrian's scent, clinging to her skin like a brand. She pulled the blanket higher, trying to bury her flushed face, but it was no use. Her mind replayed every second: his touch, his words, the way he had stopped just before breaking her completely.
Her heart still fluttered at the memory. Why does he have this power over me?
"Awake already, little dove?"
The voice came from the shadows. Adrian leaned lazily against the wall, still in the same black shirt from last night, unbuttoned just enough to tease the line of muscle across his chest. His crimson gaze glimmered with amusement.
Elena jolted, clutching the blanket tighter. "H-how long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to hear you whisper my name in your sleep." His grin was devilish. "You moan prettily, even in dreams."
Her cheeks burned crimson. "Adrian!"
He pushed off the wall, sauntering closer. Each step was slow, deliberate, predatory. When he reached the bed, he leaned down, brushing his lips over her forehead, soft but teasing.
"You're mine," he whispered, the words warm against her skin. "Even in sleep, your body remembers me."
Elena swallowed hard. She wanted to argue, deny, escape his gaze — but all she could manage was a small, "You're insufferable."
"Mm," he hummed, smirking, "and yet you cling tighter every time I touch you."
Before she could snap back, her phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand. Both of them froze for a second. Adrian raised a brow, then stepped aside with a mocking little bow.
"Saved by the bell. Answer it, little dove."
Heart still racing, Elena grabbed her phone. It was a message from her best friend — the same girl who'd asked if she was okay on that first, fateful day.
> Whereare you ?? You vanished the other night I was worried . You better not be dead in a ditch somewhere .
Elena bit her lip, torn. She could lie… or she could risk the truth.
Adrian tilted his head. "Who's so eager to reach you this early?"
"My best friend," Elena admitted quietly. "She's been worried."
"Then invite her."
Elena blinked. "What?"
He leaned against the window frame, casual but commanding. "Invite her over. I want to meet her."
Her stomach dropped. "Adrian, I—I can't just—"
"You can." His eyes sharpened, voice turning silky and dangerous. "Or are you afraid I'll eat her alive?"
"That's not funny," she hissed.
He smirked wider. "Then stop blushing and send the message."
Her fingers trembled as she typed. Come over. I'll explain everything.
Moments later, a reply popped up. On my way.
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Half an hour later, Elena's bestie arrived. She bounded through the door with the same cheerful energy as always, but froze when she saw Adrian.
He was sitting in an armchair, dark and elegant, like a king waiting for his audience. His crimson eyes glinted, but when they met the girl's gaze, they softened into a mask of cool civility.
The bestie's jaw dropped. "You— You're… Adrian Black."
Adrian rose smoothly, giving a polite nod. "I am."
Her eyes widened. "You're the mafia boss."
Elena's stomach twisted. Oh no…
Adrian chuckled low, the sound smooth as velvet. "People call me many things. Mafia boss, devil, monster. I don't deny any of it."
The bestie glanced between them, shock written all over her face. "Elena… you… you're with him?"
Elena flushed scarlet. "It's not— I mean— It's complicated—"
Adrian stepped closer, his hand brushing Elena's waist possessively. "Not complicated at all," he corrected calmly. "She's mine."
The bestie's mouth fell open. She looked like she might scream, but Adrian's smile — charming yet sharp enough to cut glass — silenced her.
"Don't worry," he said, his tone almost gentle. "I don't bite friends… unless they deserve it."
Then, with a final kiss pressed to Elena's temple, he pulled away.
"I'll give you two time to talk," he murmured, already moving toward the door. His gaze lingered on Elena for one last, smoldering second. "Don't say too much, little dove. Some secrets are sweeter when they're kept."
And with that, he was gone.
The room seemed colder without him.
Elena's bestie finally let out the breath she'd been holding. "Elena," she whispered, grabbing her hand, "do you have any idea who you're involved with?"
Elena swallowed hard. Her lips tingled where Adrian had kissed her. Her body still hummed from his touch.
"Yes," she whispered back. "I do."
But what she didn't say was that Adrian wasn't just a mafia boss. He was something far darker. And somehow… she couldn't bring herself to run.