All Chapters of Tasting my Best Friends: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

A L E X I SDylan and I had been kissing for about five minutes now, just lips. His hands were protectively wrapped around the back of my head, one sliding down to rest around my neck. It was amazing.I loved how he bit my lip from time to time, how his hand touched the right places, the ones that made me throb, but I wanted us to move forward. We’d been devouring each other’s mouths long enough.I moved my hand down, reaching for his zip, but he suddenly pulled away. Embarrassed, I tried again, brushing his waist, but he shifted back. That’s when I looked down and saw it, he was hard.His bulge was impossible to miss, pointing in one direction, standing tall. Damn, Daniella was right. It looked... big, even through his trousers.“I’m not in the mood for sex. Maybe some other time,” he said.I glanced down at my exposed chest, then back at him. Confused. How could a man refuse a naked woman? Dylan, of all people? I knew for a fact he’d slept with half of LA, some not even remotely sex

I was feeling so relaxed now. It was like this ride was all I needed. Finally, we had made a stop, and I hadn’t been paying attention before—I’d been responding to Ray, who had just invited me to dinner.But now that I’d answered and put my phone away, I looked out the window… and I froze.I stepped out of the car without waiting a second. The view was stunning.A wide fountain glimmered in the golden sunlight, surrounded by trimmed grass and lush green plants that looked like they belonged in a fairy tale.Then there was the grand mansion, standing proudly in the center like something out of a movie. I blinked, wondering if this was the house the Perez family had rented for the weekend.“Wow,” I breathed. The sunset hit just right, the sky soaked in warm orange and pink hues. I would literally give anything to see this view every evening.“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Dylan’s voice came from behind, and I nodded, still taken by the view. Then I felt his hands on my shoulders.At first I fli

I stood there frozen, shocked at Ximena’s move. I mean, would Elliot even agree to it? Chloe is pregnant, and abandoning her now would be stupid.I looked back to see if Dylan was still there, but he’d disappeared. I couldn’t even spot the faint glow of his cigarette anymore. Sighing, I walked inside just as Paris moved out of my way.“I’m in a good mood because I’m getting married,” she said, following behind me. But I didn’t bother asking more as I focused on something else.“Who did you come with?”“Oh, Mom and Dad. And of course, your little devil sister.”“Emma is here?” My whole face lit up as I rushed toward the living area. “Emma!” I called out, dropping my bag to the floor as she came running.“Alexis!” Her arms flew around me, and I hugged her tight. She was ten now, if I wasn’t mistaken, so I couldn’t quite lift her the way I used to.“Oh my God, you’re so big!”“Yes, I think I’ve added three centimeters since you last saw me.”“I bet you did.” I smiled, picking up my bag a

Dad was silently looking at me, his expression unreadable. I couldn’t quite capture what he was feeling, but after a moment, he finally spoke.“So that’s what you think of me?”“I don’t understand. I’m supposed to praise you for raising someone else’s daughter?”“Matter of fact, you should. At least Helena never lied to me.”“It’s unfair to punish me for what Mom did.”“Listen, get your grades up and I’ll get back to paying your college fees.”“And if I don’t?”“I don’t know if you realize, Alex, but I’ve been trying. You know how your mom was. Why is it that I’m the one suffering for all of this, when she’s the reason that marriage broke?”“You’re the man, Derek. You should have fixed it.” I stood up, not seeing the use in this conversation anymore. “I get it, I’m not your favorite, but at least treat Emma right.”“I’ve given Emma everything.”“Except protect her from your vicious wife.”“Helena is the reason I still pay for your tuition fees.”“And the reason my sister calls me all

Ray didn’t seem ready to pull away until Dad cleared his throat in an obvious, pointed way.“Okay, I can't watch this. I better go find my fiancé.” Paris stood up, flipping her curls back dramatically. “I mean—Mom, did you know this?”“What?” Helena asked, startled, clearly not expecting Paris to chime in.“He’s a star! Did you set me up with Elliot so she gets him?”“Paris, sweetheart, I think you—”“Need a drink. Damn right, Helena.” Paris cut her off, snatching her clutch from the chair. Even Helena looked stunned. Then Paris turned to me, her eyes burning. “I’ll be back. Gonna find the strongest liquor this house has.”“Honey, you might want to take it easy. It’s still morning. We don’t want to give your fiancé the wrong idea,” Helena called after her, standing slowly and adjusting her dress. “Alex is the drunkard’s daughter, not you.”“Whatever,” Paris muttered, then disappeared down the hall.I was still processing her reaction when I felt a hand slide gently over my waist. That