Semua Bab Tasting my Best Friends: Bab 11 - Bab 20

I had forgotten that following the wall came the lion's den—Dylan's room—before Elliot's. Yes, Dylan. But, given his aura, Lion was the name that ever fit him.He was still holding his palm over my mouth, partially covering my nose, and I was beginning to lose breath. I tried to move slightly, but it was difficult—his body towered over mine, nearly trapping me in place.I searched for his eyes. Because he was taller than me, I had to look up, and that's when I noticed them, shocking emerald eyes. He was staring directly at me, utterly still. Frozen. It felt like time had stopped for him.His gaze was so intense that it made my heart miss a beat—which seemed odd until I realized what I had done earlier: I had touched myself to the thought of him. Then it felt completely normal. This made sense. Something was brewing within me.I was practically out of breath, but he didn't appear to notice. He didn't seem conscious. He was lost in me, and I was becoming lost in him. Those eyes resemble

The worst-case scenario had come true.But I thought he didn't want children. I thought he wasn't prepared. I thought they were careful…There goes my dream. I was obviously hallucinating, but then a giant stood on my future home with Elliot and crushed it into a million small pieces. I watched helplessly as my cats vanished into thin air, followed by Elliot's pit bull out the door."No…" I fought to stand, my knees trembling. My chest tightened as the dream disappeared and the area around me snapped back into Elliot's room."Come on," Elliot's harsh voice jolted me out of my daze. He headed to his closet, and I observed calmly as he returned with a sweater in his hand. "I'll come up with a perfect excuse for you, but you need to leave now." He handed me the sweater.I'm not sure why I accepted it."Oh shit, that must be her," he said, pulling his phone from his pocket. I just stood there, crushed, as the rest of me, my heart, my dignity—fell apart inside. "Hi, baby," he said, holding

No, this cannot be happening. Harvey couldn't fall in love with me. I have known him for five years. We had always gotten along, but it didn't mean he loved me.He couldn't have been serious. With this thought, I burst out laughing, thinking he would join in but he did not."I know what you're doing," I said, getting up."You do?" His eyes followed me, and I didn't like how hopeful he looked. Anyway, I continued. I told him I knew he was only trying to cheer me up by claiming someone else loved me. "What?”"I'm not sure what's wrong with me, or why Elliot won't look at me. Yes, it hurts, but I will be okay. You don't have to—what are you doing?" I asked, stepping back. He was getting near me carefully.Normally, I wouldn't have protested but with that look in his eyes and the words he had just said, I couldn't risk it."I want to show you," he continued, and I looked about, unsure whether he was even speaking to me. He did not seem in place. "I love you, Alexis, and if you give me a c

My mother taught me that this world was cruel. The situations she put me through to get a few coins for a drink were proof enough. But I had no idea people could go as far as wanting to kill their own blood.Chloe's baby was Ximena's own flesh and blood."Am I clear, Alexis? You need the money, and I'll owe you a big one."I didn't know how to say no politely. I couldn't do it, and I couldn't respectfully tell her that I wouldn't. So I pushed my hand to work and pressed the end button.I was confused and frightened, but I had to maintain my composure. I was in a new job. I could not afford to mess this up."I have to call... Sandra," I said quietly, getting my phone, but before I could dial, a knock interrupted."Can I come in?" A lady walked inside. Blonde, perfect, and overly familiar—likely from television or a magazine.Her trousers were snug, her shirt was pink, and her purse matched. She resembled a Bratz doll. There's no way she worked here."Yes, of course…" I sat up straight,

R A Y M O N DI'm not sure what was going on, but when my people looked her up, there was no mention of a boyfriend.So, why was this guy—who, according to my people, was supposed to be her best friend—holding her waist like he was her boyfriend?‘What the hell is wrong with you, man? It's just a girl; nothing special.’ My inner voice scolded me—and it was right. I mean, not to be dick-headed, but I have had chicks fight for me. At concerts, they literally throw pussies at me.I've dated models, actors, and pretty much every woman you can picture off. But there was never anyone like her. Just a normal girl.But maybe that was the point. Maybe her being regular is what made her feel... new... interesting like something worth exploring.I observed them calmly. The guy seemed frightened, jealous. He was making expressions and clenching his jaw as if he could scare me away.She, on the other hand, had a smile on, though by the looks of things, she did seem confused. Oh, shit, was she real