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You Always Have A Choice
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From Best Friend To Fiancé A Gentleman’s Club
Chapter 22: A Gentleman's ClubLater That Day RomanShe took her sweet time. I was already dressed—black shirt, white slacks, black shoes, nothing overdone, but clean. Classic. I sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, scrolling through my phone without actually seeing anything on the screen. I was trying not to think about Savannah’s dress.She’d been teasing it all morning, saying it was “a little red,” and “a little tight,” with that crooked smirk she wore whenever she knew she was about to ruin me. And I let her. Because I'm masochistic that way. I enjoy the destruction. The bathroom door creaked open.I looked up.And the air left my lungs.She wasn’t just a vision. She was a threat. Red latex, sculpted to her like it had been painted on by the devil himself. Her legs—long, bare, dangerous. Her bob framed her face in this sharp, devastating way. That neckline? Deep enough to make religion tremble.My phone slipped from my fingers and landed on the carpet with a soft thud, t
From Best Friend To Fiancé You Always Have A Choice
Chapter 21: You Always Have A ChoiceBy the time we made it downstairs, we looked like any other couple—maybe even a little too perfect.I was in a dungaree and Roman was in shorts and a white cotton shirt. We looked normal. Too normal. Emily was radiant, seated at the center of the room like the returning queen she was. A birthday cone was sitting on her head and a giant cake in front of her that you'd think it was her birthday. Her hair was braided neatly in a french plait, eyes sparkling with health, her stuffed unicorn sitting beside her plate of lasagna. There was champagne, wine, red velvet cake, and family crowding every space.Even Lizzie's mom, Aunt Carol, was present. Alyssa beamed when she saw Roman, mouthing a silent ‘be right back’ to Uncle Jace then began to walk in our direction. She pulled Roman into a hug, whispering, “Thank you so much.” I awkwardly stood by the side, hands folded at my back, watching the exchange like a stranger.‘The wheels on the bus’ was pl
From Best Friend To Fiancé A Train Wreck In Slow Motion
Chapter 20: A Train Wreck In Slow Motion The morning light forced its way into the room, casting that perfect golden glow on everything it touched. Except me. So many memories of us like this, in this position, resurfaced. It was always because I had a breakdown. I'd always come crying to him. And he'd hold me close and never let go until I was fine. Roman never had any of such episodes, he always had his shit together. I was sprawled over him, one leg draped lazily across his waist, my cheek resting against the warm, steady rise and fall of his chest. His arms were still around me, loosely now, like neither of us wanted to be the first to let go.We were both awake. I could feel it in the way his fingers flexed gently against the small of my back, the way his chest tensed beneath me each time I exhaled.But we didn’t say anything.Not for a long, long time.Until I did."Am I really that difficult to love?" I asked softly, voice barely above a whisper. It wasn’t even meant to
From Best Friend To Fiancé Zane With A Silent G
Chapter 19: Zane With A Silent G Zane.Chloe's ex, Zane, with a silent G. His hair was messier than usual, like he'd been running his hands through it. His green t-shirt clung to his frame, his jeans low and relaxed. His brow piercing and lip piercing glimmered in the million lights inside the mall. He still wore that careless grin that always felt like a dare. Like he knew you knew something he didn't want you to know, but he's not bothered because no one else is going to know. Yeah… cocky. God, I'm losing my mind, aren't I? “Savannah,” he said, like he’d been expecting me.My heart thudded. What the hell was he doing here?“Zane?” I asked carefully. “Shopping for stilettos now?”He smirked. “Nah. Just came to check out some… old habits.”His gaze flicked toward the boutique where Chloe was giggling with Dean again, pointing at a teddy bear in a police costume. My stomach dropped. They weren’t here coincidentally. “You two came together?” I asked.He gave a vague shrug. “She
From Best Friend To Fiancé Retail Therapy
Chapter 18: Retail Therapy Savannah The wipers squeaked across the windshield in a steady rhythm, but even that couldn’t drown out the pounding in my head. The town looked different at night—blurred neon signs, sleepy storefronts, familiar streets that seemed to mock us with their silence.“Dean,” I said, for the fourth time. “We’ve been driving around for hours. Don’t you know anyone she might be staying with?”My voice cracked from exhaustion, eyes scanning the dimly lit streets of New Hope like we were on a scavenger hunt for a ghost. The car’s heater hummed quietly, the only warmth between us. We'd checked bars, diners, the bowling alley, that one dingy nightclub with the blinking sign, even the creepy church on Grove Street that used to scare Chloe as a child. Nothing.He didn’t answer right away. Just gripped the steering wheel tighter and made another left.“She’s out there somewhere, Sav,” Dean’s jaw flexed, “She’s emotional. Vulnerable. We can’t give up. I don't want her
From Best Friend To Fiancé Hello, Little Brother
Chapter 17: Hello, Little BrotherRomanHe turned as I approached, his mouth already twisted into a smirk, like he’d been waiting for me.Except, I knew he wasn’t. That bastard always had that crocodile smile upon his face. His mouth curved lazily. “Well, well. Didn’t think I’d see you here. What happened, Philly get too boring? Or did someone mention sweet curves and a five-year-old with your eyes?”“Ryan.” I said his name like a curse.He raised a brow, calm and cocky as ever. “Hello, little brother.”I stepped back when he stepped forward, arms spread wide. “What? No hug for big bro? I'm hurt.” The hospital lobby around us seemed to blur, the muted shuffle of nurses and ringing phones drowned by the roar in my ears. My fists clenched at my sides. I hadn’t seen him in years—not since the funeral. And now here he was, pretending to be someone else, trying to rip a five-year-old girl from her mother in a hospital waiting room.“What the fuck are you doing here?” I barked, draggin
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