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ZACK

I’m not even thinking as I smash my fist into that little prick’s smug jaw.

My head is empty. I don’t know what the Hell made him think he could come here. What, he wanted another jab at Layla? He wanted to make her life even more miserable? I saw how shook up she was the last time she ran into him. For the first time since the wedding, I’m glad she’s not with us today.

Donny stumbles back, clutching at his face, his eyes wide. “Woah! What the Hell was that for, man
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  • My Three Hot Neighbors and Our Fake Date   It gonna be interesting

    LAYLAWe spent the rest of the evening together, tangled up on the guys’ couch.I’m exhausted, but I don’t want to go to bed. As early evening slips into night, the sun sets over London, washing our bodies in gold and red light, then fading into darkness.We spend most of that time kissing. Slow and gentle. Hard and passionate.And everything in between.A few months ago, I hated kissing. I thought it was boring. Now, every second takes my breath away. The hours slide away without me realising.Even when our mouths aren’t firmly locked together, we don’t talk much.There’s some idle chatter, but nothing deep or personal. It feels like we’re inside a delicate little soap bubble. I’m scared of popping it and ruining the moment. I’ve been so heartbroken for so long, and suddenly, all of that pain has gone. I can breathe again. More than that — I’m happy. My whole body is thrumming with endorphins. It’s like every cell in me was missing the guys, an

  • My Three Hot Neighbors and Our Fake Date   I’m sorry I lied to you

    JoshI slip out of the lounge, leaving Zack and Luke to make up with Layla, and head back to my bedroom. Shutting the door behind me, I slump down into my desk chair, turning to face my open laptop. The room is dark, cut through with shadows, but I can’t bring myself to turn on the light. My heart is heavy. My mind is whirring.I absolutely hate myself.The reality of what I’ve done didn’t really hit me until Layla walked back in through the apartment door. Instead of falling into our arms, she looked around at us like she expected us to hurt her. Her face was guarded.Distrustful.Of course, she didn’t trust us. Zack might have been acting like a prick recently, but he was right about one thing: I’ve lied to Layla non-stop for the past two months. I took advantage of her. I told her I was ‘helping her’, but really, I was just helping myself. I was in love with her, and I used these stupid ‘lessons’ as an excuse to kiss her and hold her and have my way

  • My Three Hot Neighbors and Our Fake Date   I'm sorry I chose wrong…

    LAYLAEventually, the kiss ends. I pull away from him slowly. He swallows, looking down at me.“I love you,” I tell him. My heart is pounding so hard it hurts. “I love you. Love you.”“God.” He clasps me against him. His chest shudders with hard breaths. “I could hear you say that until the day I died and it wouldn’t be enough.” He rubs his throat. “You know what Em would be saying, if she were here right now?”“Get off my man, you bleach-blonde skank?”He smiles, his eyes glistening. “Congrats. Ya, big idiot. Or something to that effect.”Tears fill my eyes. I don’t know what to say, so I just kiss him again.When I finally pull away, my skin is fizzing. Zack stays at my back, stroking my arms as I turn to Luke. He’s sitting on the arm of the sofa, watching me, his face calm. The silvery strands of hair falling over his forehead are gilded in the low yellow light of the lounge’s side-lamp, and the sleeves of his white shirt are rolled to his el

  • My Three Hot Neighbors and Our Fake Date   This is new to me…

    LAYLALuke dips his head. Josh’s face is a mask.Zack looks utterly distraught. He runs a hand through his beard. “I mean, if that’s what you want, we’ll take what we can get, L. But I love you. We all do. And you said—”“I love you too,” I agree, nodding. “I do. But it’s not enough, Zack.”He presses his lips together, his eyes pained. “I really hurt you, didn’t I?”He says quietly. “When I slept with you, and then—”“And then dumped me immediately after? You brought me into that garden knowing that we weren’t leaving it as a couple. But you still insisted on getting it on with me, for what? To give us one last run?” I take a shaky breath. “As a friend, I can see that you were in pain, and I can forgive you. But as a partner — I can’t. Okay? I can’t let you treat me like that.”“That’s not what was happening. Not in my head.” He rubs his throat. “I just… we were at the wedding, and I was so happy with you. And when I realised what day it was, I

  • My Three Hot Neighbors and Our Fake Date   Guys, she’s just come back in

    LAYLAWhen I get back to the apartment, the reception is dark. The porter has gone home for the evening, and the lift, as per usual, is broken, so I trudge up the six flights of stairs to our floor. When I reach the boys’ apartment door, I see that it’s been left ajar. I can hear the low murmur of voices. Pushing it open gently, I peer inside.The guys are still streaming. Luke is hunched over his laptop with a massive pair of headphones over his ears and his head in his hands. Josh is frowning at his phone, and Zack is slumped in his armchair, looking absolutely exhausted as he speaks into the microphone set up on the coffee table. My heart aches as I look at them, emotion flooding through me. I’ve missed them so much.I shift my weight, and all three of them look up. Zack stops talking immediately, his eyes going wide. He stands, and his massive knees knock his mic off the table with a clatter. He doesn’t even seem to notice, staring at me like I’m a ghost.

  • My Three Hot Neighbors and Our Fake Date   Honey, we are so sorry

    LAYLAImmediately, Zack’s gruff, scratchy voice fills my ears. Tears prick the back of my eyes, and I grip the smooth bar counter as memories wash over me.Him cuddling me on the couch. Him dragging me onto his lap to kiss him.Him spinning me around while we dance. God, I miss him so much.I’m so distracted by the sudden wave of emotion that it takes a few seconds to tune into his words. “Grief isn’t a straight line, I guess,” he’s saying. “Some days I still see Emily in signs. I still sometimes dream of her, or I get a memory that’s so vivid that it just — makes the world disappear. And some days, I don’t think of her at all. And those are the worst.”I sit up straighter. Is he talking about Emily? Now? The last time we brought up the idea of him discussing grief on the podcast, he clammed up and stormed out. So why is he doing it now?“How would you say losing a partner differs from a break-up?” Josh asks.A shiver runs down my back as his de

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