All Chapters of Tasting my Best Friends: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I'd spent my entire life fantasising about this day. Four a.m. is when one is most horny, and I always pictured Elliot kissing me, passionately claiming me as his, just as in the novels. And here it was, actually happening.Elliot had me on the counter and was still kissing me. It had been going on for a while, and when we ran out of breath, he just pulled away briefly... and went straight back to it.God, that was worth the wait. It was just as I had envisioned, and it felt amazing. For a little minute, I imagined him telling me he also loved me.I was out of my head. Elliot placed his hand under my shirt without saying a word. I sat up taller as he seemed ready to take me right here—something I was strangely happy to allow, forgetting there were people nearby.Just as he was ready to remove my shirt, a voice forced him to stop and left it halfway on my neck, hiding my eyes. I had to yank it back down."It's not what you think, Harv, it's…" Elliot tried to explain while also fixing h

I buried my fingernails into my palms while waiting for Gia to finish her call. She aimed a finger at me, silently urging me to remain standing. "Mr. Taylor—shit!" she cursed as a call abruptly ended. Ray was certainly the person she had been speaking with."Fuck!" she cursed again, taking a deep breath to calm herself before confronting me. "Sit.""Gia, I'll explain. I did not mean to—""Sit. Fuck." She seemed to be under a lot of pressure. I sat down, swallowing hard, but maintaining my gaze on her. My goodness, I should say goodbye to the twenty thousand dollars I was intending to ask for. She was not going to give it to me now.I watched her pour two drinks and hand me one. I shook my head, and she didn't insist—she just put the glass down and took hers. "Ahh." She sighed, satisfied, before sitting down. "You know, my daughter really liked you," she stated and I gave her a puzzled look. "Layla. Yeah, she's my daughter.""Oh. Yes, she's a lovely lady," I remarked, remembering Layla

***I made a puppy face, the one that always got my professor to go a little soft on me, but it didn’t seem to be working this time.“Your grandmother has died three times this semester alone.”“Oh my God—did I say grandmother? Silly me, I meant great aunt. Sandra’s aunt. Yes, she’s been under a lot of stress, and as her friend, I’ve been busy making sure she’s handling it well.”“Alexis, are you lying to me?”“Professor, I’m sorry. I’m just going to be honest. Truth is, I’ve been busy. My life is a mess. My father refused to pay my exam fee, I got fired, and I don’t think I even want to be a nurse anymore. It’s gotten really hard, and I’ve been thinking about dropping out.” I was honest—but not fully.“You do realize this is your second year, right?”“I know, Professor. My life’s a disaster. If not for the fact that this new job might finally help me pay for college, I would’ve already quit.”“You were going to drop out?” she asked, suddenly concerned. “Why didn’t you come talk to me

It felt like I was about to die, but I couldn't allow that happen, so I took deep breaths, tried not to shout, and begged Harvey to explain how this was my fault.“I did not ask Elliot to leave his pregnant girlfriend. So, how can you say I'm responsible?""Oh my God, Alex; you know how Elliot is. He hates it when you're with someone. He claims it's to protect you, and I believe it is.”"Again, why is this my fault? I simply shared a photo I felt was lovely. What's wrong with that?""I see you viewed my Snapchat. You saw us happy and couldn't take it."“That's ridiculous.”"Alex, you're selfish. That is what you are. My God, I know you and Chloe have problems, but I can't believe you'd do this to an innocent baby.""Harvey—""No, Alex. I am done protecting you. I'm not sure why I even bothered calling you. This is what you wanted, and it's definitely the best news right now. Are you glad she's crying? A pregnant woman considering an abortion makes you happy?""I swear I—"“You and Ell

But, as they say, let tomorrow worry about itself. I decided to live tonight—and think about tomorrow, tomorrow.Elliot was a gentleman, just as I had imagined him all these years, but it annoyed me that he asked every five seconds if I was okay. But sex is best done with someone you love, and that's all I focused on.When we were finished, he led me to the bathroom and helped me get cleaned up. He also bathed himself, and when we were finished, he assisted me into bed. He said he had some office documents to look at, which I didn't mind. I wanted to sleep, not because I was physically tired, but because I was mentally exhausted. I needed to think.I fell asleep immediately. When I opened my eyes, it was early morning. I looked to the other side and realised I was alone in bed. I mean, I went to bed alone, but I was expecting Elliot to return.I got up and went to the bathroom, had a shower, got ready and then headed out to the kitchen, where I was surprised to see everyone—including