Semua Bab The Sex Doctor: Bestfriend Crush ( Book2): Bab 1 - Bab 10

Eleanor was now immerse listening, sitting on the revolving with both of her elbows resting on the table before her. She had been so caught up thinking about last night that she had failed to notice that Roth seemed a little off. “Take advantage by kissing the back of their neck with your mouth slightly open, and hum - the nape loves low frequency vibrations! Or dip into your toy drawer for a fingertip vibe and massage their hairline.” “The shaft! Which is kind of a big deal - Pay the most attention to the shaft, ladies, because the internal erectile tissues lie deep beneath the skin's surface, when it comes to how to get your grip on, many guys like the shaft handled pretty firmly. Form a fist around it, moving up and down and adding pressure as you go.” Tristan’s frown had now deepened as he was half an hour into the show. He was now certain that something was off with the sex doctor that day, but the rest of the audience didn’t seem to notice, because they asked questions as per

Oliver, now directly behind Tristan, lowered his face to the back of Tristan’s neck, close to his ear, and whispered, “Do I have a reason to be jealous of the sex doctor?” Tristan jumped in his seat, turning to face Oliver, his face going white again. Why was Oliver asking this? Oliver straightened up as he saw Tristan’s face. Quickly shaking his head and taking a step backwards with an expression between concern and apology, he said, “I am sorry Tristan, I didn’t know it would scare you. I was trying that thing the sex doctor said earlier - low frequency vibrations on the neck, I am really sorry.”Oliver had not expected Tristan to react like that. Tristan himself had not expected him to react like that, his voice trembling, he asked,”Why did you say that thing about being jealous of the sex doctor?” That title for Roth felt so weird on his tongue after a long time. *******Oliver looked taken aback, “That was a joke. Because you are listening so attentively to him that you forgot

Roth was slowly spinning a highball glass while lost in thought as several voices entered his ears, his eyes fixed on the glass. He had way too many glasses in him to distinguish between the voices. The voices of people talking, arguing over sports, complaining about work or spouses, their laughter, the clink of ice in a highball drink as it was stirred, the murmur of low voices from people on a nearby table who don't want to be overheard, barstools being dragged, loud noises of a game or fight on the TV, music from a radio, the glug of beer in a bottle, dollar bills rustling, the thump of a bottles and glasses on the bar, the squeak of door hinges opening and closing, rattling air in the tubes when a keg went dry, the whir of a blender, and people’s roar of excitement or dismay at the sporting event on the TV all seemed to blur into one buzz. When Roth had arrived at the bar, he had not thought it through. What he had forgotten was that it was his first time being in public alone a

Oliver flashed Tristan’s phone before his face, unlocking the phone with his face ID. The phone opened up to Tristan’s instagram. Oliver chuckled and was about to exit the app but then he noticed that it was the search page of instagram, and in the search bar was the one name that Oliver dreaded the most: Roth Dimitri. There were several videos of a dimly lit bar in the results, in which Roth would probably have been tagged. Oliver’s expression grew grim. Tristan was not even stalking Roth, he was stalking every hashtag and every post which Roth was tagged in. Tristan must have searched him up when Oliver was in the bathroom after they had returned from their stroll, because he had not seen him on his phone after that. And the instagram feed must have refreshed by itself showing the newer results. Oliver could not make out what was in those videos because the lightning in the bar was very poor, but he could tell that it was a bar that Roth was in. ******Maybe Tristan had accident

“But you didn’t pay attention, because that’s what you do. You don’t appreciate people and things that are there. You only want them when they are gone,” Her lips were pursed in a thin line. He didn’t focus on her tone as he smiled somberly, “No, when I lose something I replace it with something better.”“Then why haven’t you replaced Tristan yet?” She asked in a cold voice. This time Roth turned at her in bewilderment as he felt the chills in her voice, “Something better for him perhaps does not exist. He was many things in one, I have to collect as many things to replace him.” It was only after he had uttered these words that he became aware of his wrong selection of words. Inwardly condemning himself, he tried to make it right by turning to her and holding her hands, “I have you now, Eleanor. You are more important than everything I have lost. The movie just reminded me of Tristan, but I don’t think of him.” He knew it had not worked as he saw tears pooling up in her eyes. Grea