The Professor Wants Me and So Does My Bestfriend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 251 - チャプター 260

KaidenThe café was tucked into a quiet side street, one of those places that looked like it belonged in a noir film, with moody lighting and chipped wood furniture that had lived a hundred lives. I slid into the seat across from Detective Raines, and the scent of roasted espresso and aged tobacco hit me the moment I took off my coat.He was already halfway through a black coffee, no sugar. “You always pick the sketchy places, Raines?” I asked, motioning to the dim interior.He smirked over the rim of his cup. “Keeps the mood consistent.”I raised an eyebrow. “For what? Interrogations?”“For truths,” he said simply. “And coffee. Good coffee. You want something?”“I’ll take a cortado. No sugar.”He flagged the barista with two fingers, then turned back to me, leaning on the table like he had something heavy to unload. His eyes were sharp, unflinching.“So?” I asked. “What’s going on with the case?”He hesitated.That alone told me something was off. Detective Raines wasn’t the type to

RiverThere were many things I could tolerate in this world. Hypocrisy, academic politics. Hell, even my own quiet loneliness. But harming Sage, even whisper about hurting him, and the man I keep carefully buried under my calm tone and glasses comes to the surface with claws.“I said let it go,” Sage repeated gently, curled on the sofa like a tired cat, Kaiden hovering close. “I’m fine.”“No, you’re not.” I was still standing, arms crossed, my voice so low it felt like a distant rumble in the room. “He cornered you. You left because you didn’t feel safe, and that bastard thought he could get away with it.”“I am safe now,” he said, and though he was trying to soothe us, his voice wavered. “You two being like this is making me feel more—” he hesitated, “—trapped.”Kaiden was seated beside him, his hand covering Sage’s. “We’re not trying to trap you,” he said, softer now. “I just don’t want you going through something like that again. Screw the class, Sage. You can fail it, we’ll figur

RiverI knew I’d regret this the moment I agreed. Weddings were a social performance I had no patience for awkward rituals cloaked in the illusion of romance, and always too many people pretending not to look while still watching everything.But I went. For the lawyer.I mean, we were friends now.He picked me up in a black car. He wore a charcoal suit, tailored so precisely it looked effortless. I’d gone with midnight blue, no tie.I was feeling rebellious since he was taking me alongside to mess with his ex. I felt like it would be nice to not look serious.“Ready to ruin someone’s big day?” I asked as I slid into the passenger seat.He chuckled. “Please, at least wait until the first dance.”The venue was an old colonial mansion with manicured hedges and a long gravel drive that crunched under our tires. Inside, it was the kind of place rich people booked for the aesthetic—vintage mirrors, oil paintings, and golden chandeliers that hung too low.The moment we entered, eyes turned.

SageI thought it would help him, the blowjob. I thought blowing him would take his mind off things but it didn't work.Now, I am left wondering what I could do to make him feel better.He reached out, brushing his fingers along my jaw. “You okay?”I nodded, swallowing. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”“About?”“You,” I said honestly, looking into his eyes. “Us.”He smiled, the kind of smile that always made my chest ache in the best way. “Good thoughts?”“Yeah,” I whispered. “Really good ones.”He leaned in. “Can I kiss you?”I didn’t answer with words. I leaned forward and met his lips with mine.The kiss started gentle—careful, tender. But it didn’t stay that way for long. I could feel the way he was holding back, his hand cupping the back of my head, his thumb stroking my cheek. I pressed into him, deepening the kiss, tasting the warmth of his mouth. He groaned softly, and that sound sent heat rushing through me.I climbed into his lap without thinking, straddling him as our kisses grew h

RiverThe morning air was crisp and annoyingly cheerful for someone who hadn’t slept much. I’d tossed and turned on the stiff leather couch, the memory foam doing little to soothe the weight in my chest. My body ached in so many places.I had just managed to sit up, rubbing sleep from my eyes when there was a knock on the door. I froze for a second, instincts sharpening. It was too early for delivery, and Elias hadn’t stirred from his room yet. I rose slowly, barefoot, shirt rumpled, and opened the door—Only to be greeted by Kaiden, holding two cups of coffee and wearing the most irritatingly triumphant smile I’d seen in a while.“Morning,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.I blinked. “How did you…?”“I shared your location. Remember? I’m not entirely useless.”Elias appeared down the hallway, barefoot, shirtless, and visibly surprised. “Uh… who’s this?”Kaiden smiled sweetly. “I came for what belongs to me.”I let out a low laugh, rubbing the back of my n