บททั้งหมดของ From Best Friend To Fiancé : บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

Chapter 171: Dream Come TrueRoman What's way much better than waking up everyday? Waking up to my gorgeous fiancée riding me. Exactly. My dream come true. The first thing I'd felt was warmth—deep, pulsing heat enveloping my cock before my eyes even fluttered open. A soft, rhythmic pressure squeezed around my shaft, pulling me from sleep with a groan. My lashes lifted, heavy with the last remnants of dreams, only to be met with the sight of Savannah straddling me, her body moving in slow, deliberate rolls. Her hips circled, her pussy clenching around me with every downward grind, her inner walls slick and swollen with arousal. The dim morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting her skin in goddess gold as she rode me, her breath coming in little gasps, her lips parted just enough to let those quiet, needy sounds escape.“Good morning.” I said, leisurely resting my hands behind my head, watching her take charge. “Fuck, you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen.”

Chapter 173: Zoned Out Savannah I knew it wasn’t a good idea to be holding a knife when my hands were trembling this badly.The blade shook with every shallow breath I took. One wrong move, and I could’ve sliced more than just the carrots. But I couldn’t stop. Chopping, stirring, cleaning—anything to keep my hands busy, anything to drown out the storm inside my head.Every few seconds, my gaze darted to the clock on the wall. Roman would be home soon. And he was expecting good news.My stomach twisted painfully. The kind of twist that made me want to curl up and disappear. Because when he walked through that door, smiling like he always did, carrying flowers or that bottle of wine I liked, I’d have to tell him the truth. There was no baby. That all the hope we’d built was slipping through my fingers like sand.Lizzie was talking somewhere behind me. Her voice came in waves—soft, then hard—but I couldn’t make out the words. My pulse was too loud, pounding in my own ears like a drum.

Chapter 175: You Deserve This Savannah My hands were shaking as I stared at the pregnancy tests for what had to be the millionth time.Two red lines. Pregnant I blinked, as if maybe the result would change if I looked long enough. But it didn’t. It stayed the same—bold, clear, impossible to misread.“I’m pregnant,” I whispered, the words barely leaving my lips. It still sounded strange out loud. Beautiful and terrifying all at once.My heart beat hard against my ribs. I pressed a trembling palm to my stomach, still flat beneath my loose shirt. There was a tiny life growing inside me—a human being who would have Roman’s eyes, his smile, maybe even his stubbornness.The thought made my eyes sting. Roman was going to be a dad. It felt unreal, like a dream I was afraid to wake up from.Then came Lizzie’s voice, loud enough to rattle the foundation of the entire house. “Hey, Sav! Guess the water’s pregnant too!”I frowned. “What?”“Come here, you’ve got to see this!”I followed her voic

Chapter 177: Whatever Happens NextSavannah I sat still across his lap, straddling him on the black leather chair, his arms locked around my waist as though I might disappear if he let go. We hadn’t even recovered from the mess Cole dropped earlier, and Roman was already losing his patience.“Who is it, Cole?” he barked into the speakerphone, voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Fucking spit it out already!”His chest rose hard against mine. I laid a hand over his heart, trying to calm the storm brewing inside him. “Breathe,” I whispered.He took a breath, but his jaw remained tense.Cole’s voice crackled through the line. “It’s a woman, sir. A woman we’ve identified as Lydia Skye. Apparently, Rubio has been living with her in Italy since he arrived.”Roman’s brows drew together. “Lydia Skye?”The name tasted unfamiliar. I rolled it over in my mind, searching for a memory, a face—nothing.“Does the name ring a bell, my love?” he asked, tone soft but heavy with expectation.I shook my he

Chapter 179: Then Wear ItReese"Look at me!" I snarled instead wanting to focus on the woman spread out beneath me. The command was raw, ripped from a place of furious frustration at my mind.Penelope’s head jerked, her tear-filled eyes struggling to focus on me. There was no fire. It wasn’t enough. I fucked her deeper, grinding against her cervix with each punishing stroke, using her suspended body like a battering ram against my own mind. Her cries became ragged sobs, her body convulsing in my grip, but I didn’t relent. I chased my release not for pleasure, but for annihilation—the obliteration of memory, the silencing of the phantom voice whispering Elizabeth’s name while I fucked Penelope. I felt it building, a dark pressure coiling low in my gut. My grip tightened impossibly on her ankles, my knuckles white, tendons standing out like cables on my forearms. I drove into her suspended form with a final, brutal surge, burying myself impossibly deep, grinding against her as a gu