All Chapters of Dangerous Pleasures: Chapter 1071 - Chapter 1080

According to every personality test I'd ever answered, I was an extrovert. Which, to me, seemed accurate since I wasn't a person who could tolerate unnecessary silences... Talking to new people was something I regularly did—something that often led to me making friends.How quickly Gray and I had become close friends still surprised me though. Don't get me wrong, I was happy that we not only co-existed peacefully but actually got along well. But it wasn't an exaggeration to claim that though I'd only lived in Apartment 202 for less than three months so far, I'd already spent more time with her than with my last three roommates combined. Quite a feat since we were both adults who had our own respective personal and professional obligations. It wasn't like we were just at home together 24/7.But I'd assumed that since she used to live with her twin, isolating herself wasn't something she even considered doing. She frequently knocked on my door and asked me to hang out. And though being

Minutes into our group conversation, I noticed that the green eyes of the woman next to me kept leaving my face. Curious why she was so fixated on my top, I looked down and saw my nipples poking against the thin cloth. I folded my arms over my chest, but doing so made my shirt ride up. I readjusted the garment to hide the fact that I was just wearing a thong. In an instant, despite still being sober, my own cheeks were burning."Oh, we need glasses!" I announced. Instead of going to the kitchen, I took a detour to my room and changed my outfit. I was comfortable enough to wear whatever around Gray... But I didn't want her to get the wrong idea and think that I was trying to seduce her girlfriend. I returned wearing a Scopescape sweatshirt and pajama pants. The couple was in the middle of a hushed conversation, so I prepared a tray with glasses, ice cubes and a pitcher of water (Gray's preferred chaser). Once everything was on the coffee table, I sat on the green accent chair. I hoped

As soon as the call ended, I released a loud groan of frustration."You okay, Cass?""Oh, hi," I greeted Gray who was now awake and in our kitchen. I glanced at the digital clock. I noted how much later in the morning it was. "All good. My mom was just being annoying.""Wanna talk about it?""There's nothing to talk about. She was just being negative, but it's whatever, I'm so used to it by now. I'm good.""Okay, well, I'll still make you my signature breakfast dish." We'd shared countless meals already, but I had no idea what she was talking about... It sounded crazy, but I'd yet to see her cook any real food. Not once. "How do you want it: rare, medium-rare, well-done?"Given that she didn't eat meat, I knew we weren't discussing steaks. I got up from the couch and approached her. "What are you making? Eggs?""What? No. Cereal..." Her exaggeratedly offended tone made it seem like my guess was completely illogical and the answer should've been apparent to all seven billion people aro

"I've never mentioned this, but my main sources of income are: endorsing tattoo products I actually like using, and live-streaming mine and my twin's tattoo sessions then posting the VODs online. And though I appreciate how blessed I am, I also know that for most people, posting sponsored content on social media and streaming once in a blue moon don't qualify as 'real jobs'... They think stuff like that is just internet bullshit. Yet, those two things pay for a lot of my real-world bills," she stated with a shrug. "In the words of Oscar Wilde: 'To define is to limit.' Stop thinking about 'adulting correctly' 'cause there's no such thing and once you realize that, you'll see the possibilities are endless and your potential is limitless.""Wow." I blinked, stunned and motivated. She wasn't aware of how deeply her whole speech on 'internet bullshit' resonated with my soul. "That was actually really inspiring, Gray."Rolling her eyes, she gave me the middle finger even if I was being seri

As soon as my tongue touched her lips though, she pulled away. My body moved on its own, chasing her mouth. However, she held me by my hips to maintain the gap between us. In that moment, there was nothing in the world that I wanted more than for us to start kissing again. It was all my brain could think about.I couldn't though—she wouldn't let me.Once I recovered my bearings, I stepped back. I ran my eyes up and down her body, admiring her once again in the dress she was wearing. Her tattoos had been set aglow by the lighting system that was blanketing the club in technicolor shades. I shook away the haze in my mind, I raised my voice to compete with the deafening music."Sorry, Gray." I had no idea what I was apologizing for. I didn't regret what I did. Not even for the sliver of time in between two seconds."Huh? All good!" She flashed me a smile then hugged me. "Happy New Year!" She kissed my cheek.It was silly, but all I could think about was how her lips had missed their real