All Chapters of Secret Marriage To My Brother's Best friend : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

LilyI can still see the image of them as clear as day in my mind, as I wiggle my way out of my underwear. Just a little over twenty four hours ago, I caught my boyfriend–or now, ex-boyfriend —with my friend Jessica making out against his kitchen countertop, right after he had promised me that I had no reason to be worried about their “friendship”. I should have trusted my instincts and not him.The pain is still fresh. The hurt is still palpable. Every time I think of it, I want to cry out. But the only way I can make myself feel better is by getting back at him...“Fuck you look so beautiful.” His best friend, Luke, tells me as he kisses my cheek, and then moves onto my jawline, leaving me flushed and breathless. A smile tugs at my lips as my eyes catch sight of the camera I have hidden in the bookshelf at the other end of the room. I’m not gonna spend anymore time sulking, I’m gonna make him pay for hurting me and I’m gonna have fun doing it.My heart sinks momentarily at the thoug

LilyIt seems quite fitting that I should be seated in a bar, drunk with teary eyes two days from my twenty third birthday. Honestly, if that isn't a birds-eye view of my life, then I don't know what is.I’m not just a little drunk—I’m a lotta drunk. Like, call your ex and cry on the phone, professing your love for him—even though he cheated on you with your friend—kind of drunk. Thank goodness I had Christie with me. She stopped me before I had the chance to make a fool of myself."Lily, are you listening?" My best friend Christie asks. She's sitting beside me, nursing a glass of scotch, which I'm pretty sure she only got because she saw me drinking mine. Her expression is concerned, as always whenever she sees me this heartbroken. Sometimes it hurts me to think of how my mood affects hers. And how much she goes out of her way to be there for me. I would switch her with my actual mother in the twinkle of an eye if I could. The damned woman wouldn’t let me have a minute of peace.“Urm

His tongue swipes over my nipple again, causing goosebumps to run across my arms and legs. My nails dig into the sheets beneath me as he continues to lick and suck my breasts, his slow pace driving me wild with ecstasy. I whimper softly, unable to contain the pleasurable sensations coursing through me. I want to touch him so bad, and I do. Fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, I pull it apart and push my hands underneath the cotton to caress his strong, lean chest. My fingers continue to explore every arch, every dip and curve. The warmth of his body ignites me and I gasp when his hands cup my butt.He pushes me deeper into the mattress gently, settling on top of me and hovering above me. He smirks as he sees the flush coloring my cheeks. Our gazes meet again and the hungry heat within him fills the air around us. His fingertips inch their way up my thighs and I almost sob at the feeling.“How can I please you?” I whisper, wanting nothing more but to make him feel as good as I feel.

Liam“Thank you so much.”That must be the one millionth time I’ve used that phrase tonight. I’ve shook so many hands and forced so many smiles, that the muscles on my cheeks and arms are starting to hurt but damn I love parties. I mean who doesn't? It’s the grand opening of my art gallery. Soft, classical music flows from speakers in the corner and the room is bathed in warm, flickering light.The room is packed full of guests, dressed to the nines in designer clothes and jewelry with greetings, congratulations and handshakes flying in my direction as I move between the crowd. My eyes settle on one of the more prominent guests standing in a group off to the side. I stop dead in my tracks and smile. She's stunning. Long hair, deep blue dress and flawless makeup, but even without makeup her beauty rivals that of some of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in person. My grin only widens when she notices me looking at her and offers an inviting, if slightly awkward wave. I make my wa

Dean shakes his head sadly. “It’s okay.” He says softly, before picking up his cutlery. “Let’s eat shall we?”Mom scoffs and rolls her eyes, but she also picks up her own fork. “Of course. You two haven’t touched your meal. It’s getting cold!”We start eating, the silence tense, but it’s short lived. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, my mom breaks it. She clears her throat, her voice a tad shaky. “So what does Christie do?”“She owns a boutique. Unlike some of us, she doesn’t have the luxury of a trust fund so she can’t sleep around and waste her time on random men.” I respond, offering her my best impression of a warm smile. I can tell I hit a nerve with that one. I can see Dean looking at me from the corner of his eye. He slides a hand over mine, rubbing circles at the back of my palm and I give him a reassuring smile in response.“Wow. Impressive. Good to know that she’s doing well. Unlike some people.”Her tone is almost mocking, and my gut clenches uncomfortably. I ca