All Chapters of Risky Moments With My Dad's Bestfriend: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Brielle’s POVThe next morning came like a slow tide pulling me back to a world I wasn’t sure I belonged inanymore.I woke up tangled in my sheets...same bed, same room, same soft lavender walls that had oncefelt like sanctuary. But now? Now it all just felt… small. Like the space couldn’t hold everything Iwas carrying inside.And honestly?I didn't even have clean clothes.I couldn’t bring myself to wash them. The only thing I had was a tank top and shorts. And I don'tknow how they still held him on them. Even if I hadn't worn them before in his presence. Not justthe faint scent of his cologne mixed with sweat and something deeper… something warm andmusky that made my stomach clench just thinking about it. And the memory too. The way thefabric had ridden up when he gripped my hips. The way it brushed against oversensitive skinevery time I moved after coming apart under him.So yeah...I wore the tank top and shorts.On purpose.My sleeveless top dipped low across my chest, sho

I wasn’t like this.I never needed it like this.I’d spent years building a life on control...on silence, discipline, restraint. I didn’t lose sleep overwomen. Didn’t chase pleasure like some desperate man starved of touch. I wasn’t the kind ofguy who walked into strip clubs or paid for company when loneliness hit too hard.I was colder than that.Harder.A weapon wrapped in skin and routine.But now?Now my hands were shaking on the steering wheel as I drove through the city’sunderbelly...past flickering streetlights, cracked sidewalks, neon signs buzzing like dying insectsabove pawn shops and bail bond offices...the kind of place men go when they don't want to beseen… just used.And God help me…That’s exactly what I wanted.One body. One mouth. One warm hole to bury myself in until Brielle stopped echoing behind myeyelids every time I blinked.Until her scent stopped clinging to my memory like smoke after fire.This had to end tonight.Because if another day passed where all

Brielle’s POVIt’s been two months since I last saw or heard from Desmond.Two months since that call...since his voice turned into something rough, hungry, andunforgettable...and then… nothing.Not a single message. Not even a “hey.”He vanished like I was just a bad dream he’d finally woken up from.I told myself I’d stopped waiting, but every time my phone buzzed, my heart still skipped beforemy brain could roll its eyes. Pathetic, right?Now I’m back at school, and life’s pretending to go on without him.Daxton...my ex, the one who cheated on me with a girl whose name I still can’t say withoutflinching...has suddenly turned into Mr. Perfect. He’s been all flowers, good mornings, and doyou need help with your assignments? for weeks now. Even Mirren, my best friend, keeps givinghim the side-eye.“Girl,” she said this morning as we walked into the lecture hall,he sends, if a man cheats once, he’s got it in his

Brielle’s POVTwo months slipped by quietly, the way seasons change when you’re too busy pretending not tonotice.Desmond hadn’t returned. Not a call, not a text, not even a rumor from Mom about where in theworld he’d gone this time.At first, I checked my phone every night before sleeping. After a while, I just… stopped.Daxton, though...he never stopped showing up.He walked me to class when it rained, saved me a seat when the lecture hall was full, andsomehow remembered every tiny thing I said. If I mentioned craving doughnuts, they’d appearthe next day. If I sighed about an upcoming quiz, he’d stay up with me on FaceTime quizzingformulas until both of us fell asleep mid-sentence.And somewhere in between late-night laughter and early-morning coffees, something shifted.One afternoon, I caught myself studying the way the sunlight caught in his hair, the way hissmile wasn’t as cocky anymore, the way he said my name like it

Brielle's povTwo days had passed since I walked out of Daxton’s house.Two days of silence that wasn’t really silent at all...because his voice had found another stage.It started the next morning. I opened my phone before class and saw his post.> “A guy can give a girl everything, but she won’t even try to give what matters most.”There were no names.But everyone knew who he meant.By afternoon, there were three more stories...black-and-white backgrounds with text overlayslike:> “Ungrateful girls don’t deserve real ones.”“Some people don’t know when they’ve got someone good.”My stomach twisted as I scrolled.He’d left comments on memes about “loyal men and cold women.”And his followers...most of them guys from school...had jumped right in.“Facts bro, some girls don’t deserve loyalty.”“We know who you’re talking about, king.”“She used you for clout.”I stared at the scre