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On My Terms
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From Best Friend To Fiancé A Badass Team
Chapter 189: A Badass Team Roman Before now, there were certain conversations I used to avoid with Savannah—topics I tiptoed around, things I buried deep because I knew how ugly they could get once they reached her ears. I’d imagine her reaction, imagine the explosion, imagine the storm gathering in her eyes… and I’d decide it was better to just hold it all in.Savannah was many things, but predictable was not one of them. And angry Savannah? God help whoever summoned that version. She had fire, teeth, claws. She could tear a man’s sanity apart with nothing but her voice and her rage. So I kept things from her. Out of fear. Out of exhaustion. Out of self-preservation.But something’s changing. In her. In me. In us.Lately I’ve found myself telling her things I would’ve swallowed in the past. And she listens—quietly, fully, present. I don’t know if I’ve learned how to soften the blow and gently ease her into these topics… or if she’s finally learned how to keep her emotions containe
From Best Friend To Fiancé Birthday Girl
Chapter 188: Birthday GirlSavannah My sleep was interrupted by someone singing.“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, Savannah.”The sound was deep, low, and close enough that it tugged me from sleep like a gentle hand. My eyes fluttered open immediately. Roman was sitting cross-legged on his side of the bed, the faint morning light haloing his shoulders. In his hands was a medium sized heart-shaped cake, a single candle flickering weakly.I blinked, groggy and confused. “Oh, fuck. I’m thirty.” My palm hit my forehead. “I actually forgot it was today.”He smiled — that calm, teasing smile that made it impossible to be embarrassed around him. “Good thing I remembered, baby.”He extended the cake toward me. “Come on, my love. Blow the candle before the wax ruins my masterpiece.”My heart squeezed a little. I sat up, brushed my hair off my face, and leaned in. He held my hair back gently, his fingers brushing the nape of my neck.I closed my eyes, made a quick wish—please let this h
From Best Friend To Fiancé On My Terms
Chapter 187: On My TermsThird Person POV Reese’s breath came in sharp bursts, his dick twitching beneath her, pre-cum leaking through the towel. "You’re a fucking tease," he snarled, his hands sliding up to squeeze her breasts through the thin fabric. His thumbs found her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until she cried out, her back arching.The effect of that action was electric. Lizzie could have sworn she wasn't the one moaning so loud. But she didn’t stop. She rode him harder, her nails raking down his hard chest, her mouth finding his again in a messy, desperate kiss. His hands were everywhere—gripping her ass, squeezing her tits, his fingers pinching her nipples until she whimpered into his mouth, completely overwhelmed with blinding pleasure. With a growl, he flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers, his dick pressing heavily against her thigh. His lips never left hers as his hands yanked at the neckline of her nightgown, tugging it down until her breasts
From Best Friend To Fiancé Try And Stop Me
Chapter 186: Try And Stop Me Third Person POV Reese stepped out, his broad shoulders still glistening with droplets of water, the white towel slung low around his hips doing little to hide the thick outline of his dick beneath. His damp hair was slicked back from the shower. He exhaled slowly, the tension in his muscles easing—until his gaze landed on Elizabeth.“Damn it.” He hissed under his breath. “I thought I told you to leave.” She stood near the foot of the bed, arms crossed beneath her breasts, her nightgown was still clinging to her curves in a way that made it painfully obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The thin fabric did nothing to hide the stiff peaks of her nipples, the way her breath hitched when their eyes met. Her jaw was set, her lips pressed into a stubborn line as she pushed her glasses up her nose bridge. But there was a flicker in her gaze—something hotter than defiance."Why are you still here?" Reese said, his voice rough, the low timbre of it
From Best Friend To Fiancé Go To Sleep
Chapter 185: Go To Sleep Lizzie“I’m going with you. I don’t care if you fancy the idea or not. It’s not your decision to make, Reese.”My voice was steady. I didn’t shout. I didn’t whine. I said it like a fact. A non-negotiable statement of reality.Reese didn’t even bother turning around as he walked ahead. “You’re not doing shit, Elizabeth.”I followed right behind him, practically glued to him like a second shadow. Roman had dipped the moment the tension picked up, muttering something like “I should check on Savannah.” He left me alone with Reese. I still wasn’t sure whether that was accidental or strategic.Reese moved through the hallway with that slow, purposeful walk of his. The type that said he didn’t need to raise his voice to be the one in charge.He pushed open the door to his room. I planted myself in the doorway before he could close it.“And who are you to tell me what to do?” I asked, chin lifted. “You’re not my father. You’re not my husband. Even if you were, I woul
From Best Friend To Fiancé Where Are The Tapes?
Chapter 184: Where Are The Tapes?Reese The kitchen was warm in that quiet, late-night way that felt unreal. The kind of warmth that only comes when the house is sleeping and the world outside is black and still. The cake baked slowly in the oven. The overhead light cast a soft yellow glow that made the flour particles floating in the air look like dust motes dancing. The scent of vanilla, sugar and freshly baked cake lingered between us. Almost comforting.Roman had barely spoken through most of the baking. His movements were automatic and slow. Scoop. Level. Pour. Stir. He looked like a man who was trying not to think but failing miserably. His jaw clenched when something crossed his mind. His shoulders tightened and released. His breathing was just a little too careful, like he was holding himself together with thread.I watched him in small glances. I did not press him with questions. I did not poke at wounds that were already bleeding. I knew grief when I saw it. The raw kind. T
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