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7. I've always wanted you
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Falling For My Best Friend’s Son 8. Hired
Sophie Days followed and I poured my time into job applications. Before I married Ryan, I was a top fashion designer with twelve years of experience but I had to give that all up to be the perfect wife for him. Now, I was forty-two, almost divorced and rebuilding from scratch. I opened my laptop and applied everywhere. Six companies at once. I even enlisted Nicole’s help. I needed her influence. Four days later, I woke up in the morning to the shrill ring of my phone. It was Nicole.She had traveled a few days earlier for work—some research assignment in Europe that involved late nights and endless data analysis—and I hadn’t expected to hear from her so early. I swiped to answer, my voice coming out croaky and thick with sleep.“Nicole? Everything okay?”Her voice was full of excitement, almost vibrating with energy.“Sophie! Listen to me! AG Enterprises just got back to me… they’re offering you the job!”“What?!” I sat up, heart pounding."Yes! You’ve been hired as a top fashion
Falling For My Best Friend’s Son 7. I've always wanted you
Sophie He glanced over, eyes steady on the road. “At first, I didn’t.” he said. “I’d hired someone. Thought she’d show up, but then you walked in, drunk and gorgeous and telling me to strip.” His mouth curved—just the barest hint of a smirk. “You climbed onto my lap before I could even process it and I wasn’t about to stop you.”Heat flooded my face. “That’s not— I thought you were—”“I know what you thought.” He shifted gears smoothly, his voice dropping lower. “And I don’t regret a single second of it.”I stared straight ahead, gripping my purse like a lifeline. “It was a mistake. A horrible, drunken mistake. You need to forget it happened.”“I haven’t forgotten.” His tone was quiet, almost gentle, but the undercurrent was pure heat. “And from the way you were looking at me tonight… neither have you.”My breath hitched. “I barely looked at you.”He scoffed. "Sure"A part of me wanted to leave it but a more persistent, curious part of me overrode. "The morning after" I began, "Why
Falling For My Best Friend’s Son 6. Catching up
Sophie The dinner I'd looked forward to now felt like torture. The air felt suffocating. The hairs on my body stood and I was hyperaware of everything —the clink of cutlery, the sound of everyone's voices, especially Antonio's. I couldn't believe what I'd gotten myself into. Vanessa, oblivious to my discomfort, glowed with pride. “So tell us, Antonio how well did you enjoy Italy? Did you meet anyone special there?”He looked up and our gazes met. I reflexively looked away, keeping my eyes on my plate. "Italy was good. And no, I didn't meet anyone special there." he answered smoothly, confidently. His voice was deeper than I remembered. "As a matter of fact, I have met someone special here..." He mumbled. My head snapped up and I caught him staring again. His gaze flicked to my lips now, then lower—brief, deliberate—before returning to my eyes. Desire simmered there, dark and unapologetic, mixed with something sharper: recognition."Oh really? But you just arrived" Vanessa chir
Falling For My Best Friend’s Son 5. Vanessa's Son
Sophie The next morning, sunlight streamed across my face.I groaned softly and rolled over. Then I froze as I remembered where I was and all that happened yesterday. I turned my head and he was there.He was asleep beside me. Hair slightly messy and face looking relaxed, softer in the morning light. Still devastatingly handsome.Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I crushed them instantly.What did you do, Sophie? I chided myself as reality set in.I had just lost my baby.My marriage had ended.And all I could do was sleep with a stranger?No this was a mistake and I needed to get out of here asap!I slipped out of bed quietly and began gathering my clothes. My head throbbed, still hungover from last night and it made my movements clumsy. I rushed to put on my underwear, then clothes. As I pulled the dress over my head, my heel caught in the fabric.I lost my balance and fell.Oh no!The noise echoed in the room and he woke up.I stayed still, too embarrassed to move."He
Falling For My Best Friend’s Son 4. Wrecked
Sophie For a moment, I couldn't breathe. The room was dimly lit—soft amber light from bedside lamps and curtains drawn.And there he was. Not dressed like a gigolo or a stripper and not standing — eager to please me.He wore a dark, perfectly tailored suit and sat, legs crossed slightly on the couch .He looked so hot, it felt unreal.His dark hair was swept back, a little tousled like he’d run his fingers through it. Sharp jawline, high cheekbones, full mouth. He looked young—God, way too young. Twenty-five? Twenty-four? Younger than me by at least ten years. Our gazes met when I stepped inside and my stomach flipped so hard I almost sobered up.Why was a gigolo wearing an expensive suit?Was this part of the surprise?My knees actually felt weak.I walked toward him, trying to look confident even though my heart was racing wildly.I just wanted to get this night over and done with. "Take off your clothes" I told him, my voice, huskier than I expected. I didn't know where I'd
Falling For My Best Friend’s Son 3. Room 404
Sophie "We're sorry, Miss Sophie Jameson… we tried everything we could. Unfortunately, you lost the baby due to intense stress and shock" The doctors said to me when I woke up.I felt that sharp ringing in my ears."No no no please..." I gushed out desperately. "I can't loose my baby. Please do something..." I cried in pain as I grabbed the hem of the doctor's coat. "Please do something...""We're sorry...we've tried everything..." the doctor said in a resigned tone. It didn’t feel real.I screamed like I'd gone crazy. How could I lose my husband and my child in one day?I cried so much until I passed out.The doctors kept me for days. Said they needed to check my vitals and monitor my progress. My best friends Vanessa and Nicole visited.My mom came too. Cried with me and for me.But Ryan — the man who once claimed to love me, the man whose child I'd miscarried — never showed up. Not even once.The heartbreak was all I remembered whenever I woke up, then I'd cry until exhaustion
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