All Chapters of Tasting my Best Friends: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I wasn’t a Sanders. That’s why I was treated like this. But it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask my mother to cheat on him. I didn’t ask for any of this!I felt tears pricking the corners of my eyes, but I quickly stopped myself. I paused, took a shaky breath, and calmed down.Once I was steady, I swallowed hard—avoiding the urge to clear my throat and make any sound. Ignoring the dull ache forming in the center of my forehead, I knocked on the door.“It’s Lex. Can I come in?” I asked, my voice coming out a bit hoarse and uncertain.“Oh yes, come in, Alex. Your father and I were just talking about you,” Helena answered brightly as I walked in.She was perched on the edge of Mr. Perez's desk, her legs elegantly crossed, one heel dangling in the air like she had all the time in the world.Dad moved toward the armchair without even glancing at me.“Have a seat.” She gestured to the couch, and I didn’t hesitate—I was too weak in the knees to keep standing.“So, Dad, I want to start by saying

It seemed everything had stopped. Harvey seemed conflicted, like he couldn't choose—which for some reason made me feel good, at least I wasn’t rejected.Don’t blame me; being rejected more than five times makes you this way.Well, Phoebe’s eyes were now filled with tears, which somehow made me feel bad. “Um—”“Shut up!” Phoebe cut me off before I could even say the words I didn’t know. “This is all your fault.” She wiped her tears.“You have to understand, Phoebe, you're my girlfriend and she's my best friend.”“Oh yeah? A woman?” Phoebe snapped. “Wait…” She bitterly chuckled, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Do you guys fuck her?”“That’s ridiculous.”“Yes, that's the only excuse. Chloe told me–”“Chloe is crazy.”“Oh yeah? I bet I'm crazy too, right Alex? Shit, you have a man’s name.” She sneered. Okay, I understood she was hurting, but this was going too far.“It’s Alexis!” Harvey yelled at her. She rolled her eyes, tears still falling down her cheeks. “Jesus, Phoebe, what has gotte

I remembered when Daniella grabbed a bottle of oil from the kitchen, laughing that “one couldn’t take Dylan without lube.” At the time, I rolled my eyes. But now, I believed her.I was so wet, soaked, that even with the lube he used, it still wasn’t enough to make it easy. Dylan was… huge. Unbelievably so. And for some strange reason, despite the stretch, despite the burn, I felt good—almost dizzy with it.He’d pushed inside, but I knew it wasn’t even all of him. He stayed still at first, letting me get use to his size, his breath warm against my skin. I doubted I’d ever get used to his size.His hand slid up, squeezing my other breast through the shirt I still wore, while his other palm drifted down over my hip, cupping me possessively before roaming across my ass. Then, slowly, he began to move.A small gasp escaped me as he worked his way in and out, struggling against how tight I was for him. It felt almost like my first time.“Oh, God, Lex… you feel amazing,” he groaned, his voice

I stood up straight, cleared my throat, and brushed my hair back before asking her to come in.“Hi, good morning,” Phoebe said as she entered, carrying a tray of food. Since her hands were full, she used her leg to kick the door shut behind her.“So, how are we doing this morning?” She sounded strangely kind as she placed the tray on the table next to me, while I was still standing in front of the couch.“Good?” I squinted, trying to read her.“I’m sure you are.” She smiled and sat down on the couch. “I thought we should start over.”“Uh-huh?” I didn’t want to be rude.“Chloe misunderstood you. You’re dating the big brother—that’s why Elliot and you are so close.”“Dating?”“Last night! Oh girl, we had to literally wait outside while you two were at it. I take it you missed each other?”“Excuse me?”“Oh, don’t be shy. It’s normal. I mean, I die for that every night—but Harvey’s not just into that.”“Um, I think you misunderstood—”“I did, and I’m sorry. Harvey and you are simply frien

Oh dear Lord, he must think I’m really stupid. I mean, it wasn’t long ago he acted like what happened between us was nothing.It wasn’t long ago that he just called me a hooker, that he just left me there telling me he was going to see his girlfriend, and now he has the audacity to follow me and threaten me to get down. Like, who did he really think he was?I stood up and went into recent calls. I had no idea why I still had his number. Pressing the call button, I placed the phone behind my ear.“I don’t see you,” he said as soon as he picked up.“Oh, that’s right. I’m not coming down.”“Lex, don’t test me.”“Oh, I will. This place is surrounded by security, Dylan. What are you going to do about it?”“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”“Oh, I do. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m hanging with my boyfriend, otherwise—”“Lex! Don’t fucking—”“Good day,” I said, then pressed the cut button, a satisfied smile on my lips. I actually giggled.Oh yeah, this felt like payback for some weird reason