Lucky I'm In Love with my Best Friend

Chapter 1: No Strings Attached Elaine's POV My morning shift schedule despite being swamped at the shareholder's meeting earlier was still close to perfection as I trip back to my apartment. The second I woke up this morning, worked in the office for a total of ten grumping hours, and had an ear-deafening group video call with my friends over the phone for two hours, I still could not let go of my excitement. I mean, who could not be? Everything went well according to my 24th birthday celebration plan apart from one thing - to finally confess my seven years of hidden feelings to Dylan Spencer, my CEO boss, at the same time, my best friend. Receiving two text messages from him was completely such a blessing in disguise. The first message stated his midnight birthday greetings with red roses and fireworks popping out of the screen while the second one told me that he had a big and life-changing surprise, giving me hope. Dylan and I have been best friends sin

Chapter 3: My Best Friend's Kiss That is the problem, Dylan. You always see me as your best friend and I am doing the other way around. I cannot just order myself to disregard my feelings for you. It's not as easy as counting one to three, with just a snap of my fingers, or sleeping in one night. Every time you are with me, I am terrified that I might find myself sinking in a wide blue ocean without anything or anyone that can save me. "Please, let go of me, Mr. Spencer," I replied, worried not because of my feelings for him but because a lot of his employees are now looking at us. The last thing I would do is give them the wrong idea. On top of that, I don't want to let myself believe in false hope. He is in a relationship with Mauren. "People are now staring at us." I continued before I stepped away from him, "I don't want to hear anything from them that might stain your name." Getting into the car first before the boss was inappropriate of me but I just

"But why?" I uttered without looking at him, the sound of my voice could be barely above a whisper. "Why are you still helping me, Mr. Frost?" "Because staying in that hell of a place for another minute suffocates me, the same feeling that you experience after hearing and seeing everyone in the family likes her instead of you, Ms. Elaine." Ghino slid closer and reached out to my cheeks, his eyes were mourning with mine. I may have no ability to read someone's mind, but Ghino's eyes were telling me a lot of things - his terrible story was filled with revenge, regrets, and heartaches. "For that same reason, my offer to you that night still stands," he continued, "Use me every time you need someone to share your burdens, sadness, and even heartaches. Call me even in the middle of the night. I will run to you in the blink of an eye. We don't know. Perhaps we are destined for each other. Call me if you need me. Got it?" Ghino did not wait for my response when he evacuat

Even if we were not looking at each other's eyes, my heart felt Ghino's desperation. I may have no idea about his past and the reason he chose to be with me instead of his family, but I know he badly wanted to get out of that hell of a place. So I stealth a glance at his face for about ten seconds. He was fucking serious about his pleading. "What do you suggest?" I asked despite being skeptical. "I just don't want to be alone tonight, Elaine," he replied, his cold voice gave me goosebumps. "I'll tell you everything." "That would be a long story to tell, I believed," I giggled shortly to lift the mood. "How about your condo? Would a bottle of beer and a slice of pizza will do?" Ghino and I miraculously met not long ago but, undeniably, I started to feel comfortable being with him. I don't know if it was because I find him attractive and more mature. He and Dylan are indeed brothers of the same lineage. Because I proposed this time, Ghino finally cracked the corn

I gradually dropped my gaze back to those documents across from me to avoid seeing Dylan's sharp eyes. Over the years of being best friends with him, this was the first time his stares suffocated me as though he wanted me to vanish in an instant. This was also the first time he questioned my sincerity of being friends with him. He knows that I approached him without asking anything in return. Questioning my sincerity may be an undersized matter to him, but to me, it speaks of everything. Being friends with him was all I had. I even distanced myself from the world to make sure I could grant his Mom's last wish to protect him. How am I supposed to protect him when, Dylan, himself, wanted to get rid of me already? Before the heavy tension hangs the air further, I move out of my seat and do what I am good at. "Here are the latest updates of the construction, Mr. Spencer. Based on the statistics, the progress already reached 90%." I replied after sliding the documents