Lahat ng Kabanata ng From Best Friend To Fiancé : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

By the time we made it downstairs, we looked like any other couple—maybe even a little too perfect.I was in a dungaree and Roman was in shorts and a white cotton shirt. We looked normal. Too normal. Emily was radiant, seated at the center of the room like the returning queen she was. A birthday cone was sitting on her head and a giant cake in front of her that you'd think it was her birthday. Her hair was braided neatly in a french plait, eyes sparkling with health, her stuffed unicorn sitting beside her plate of lasagna. There was champagne, wine, red velvet cake, and family crowding every space.Even Lizzie's mom, Aunt Carol, was present. Alyssa beamed when she saw Roman, mouthing a silent ‘be right back’ to Uncle Jace then began to walk in our direction. She pulled Roman into a hug, whispering, “Thank you so much.” I awkwardly stood by the side, hands folded at my back, watching the exchange like a stranger.‘The wheels on the bus’ was playing loudly through the speakers and

Roman“When we agreed to go on… this with you, I never thought we'd be coming to a place like this.” Chloe took a sip of her drink, “Well, Dean brought the idea. I just went along… but isn't it wonderful? We get to have such scandalous fun before the wedding.” She giggled like a junkie while gesturing to the lush environment. It wasn’t sleazy like some of the ones in Philly. This is upscale and luxurious. You could tell that shit goes down in here and not a whisper of it is heard outside these walls. No blinking neon signs or sticky bar stools. The lighting was low and warm, casting honeyed shadows over velvet booths and polished floors. Everything smelled like money, expensive perfume, cigars and mystery. Dancers moved like silk across the stage, twisting, curling, bending in ways that made physics weep. Wearing nothing but skyscraper heels and diamonds. And yes, I've frequented lots of these places. I'm actually a VIP client at one back home. All work and no play, makes Roman a

I was still on top of Roman. My chest heaved. My thighs trembled around his hips. My pulse? A jackhammer.The room was still.Silent.Except for the throb of the bass lingering from the track.Except for the sound of my heavy breathing… and the faintest creak of the leather seat under Roman as I adjusted myself on his lap—pressing down just a little harder.Just for the show, I told myself.Roman’s eyes were on my mouth. His pupils blown. Lips parted. Jaw clenched like he was trying not to commit a crime.My palm flattened against his chest. “We should stop,” I whispered. “They’re watching.”Roman’s hand slid from my lower back to my ass, gripping. Spreading. Possessing.“Let them,” he said, voice husky, dark. “You started this.”My legs trembled slightly, not from exhaustion—but from the coil of need that was now tightly wound between my thighs.I leaned into him, my palms pressed to his chest, and whispered low into his ear, “We’re just putting on a show… right?”Roman’s jaw clench

The rain started just as we stepped out of the club, fat droplets splashing against the pavement, the smell of wet asphalt rising up like steam. He grabbed my wrist, jaw tight, and pulled me toward the parking lot.Roman didn’t say a word as he guided me out of the club, one hand on the small of my back, the other clenched at his side like if he let go of his rage, he might burn the whole place down. Not my problem if Chloe doesn't come get her pervert fiancé. We had barely made it to the car before he was unlocking the door and shoving it open. I slipped into the passenger seat silently, still trembling in my heels and dress. His jaw was locked. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. The air was thick with something feral.The moment the doors shut, silence swallowed us.Then the car roared to life.His foot slammed the gas. We peeled out of the driveway, tires shrieking like the night needed to hear his fury. Like Roman needed to make his rage shown. The silence in the ca

The car was too quiet.The rain was still falling, soft now, like a whisper. My hands were still on the glass. My dress was ripped at the sides, my panties shredded. I could feel him dripping out of me, warm and thick between my thighs. My nipples still tingled where his mouth had been, each breath brushing against them like a tease. I could still feel his hands around my throat. I shifted slightly and winced—not from pain, but from sensation. Every nerve ending was alive. Every part of me was humming.Roman leaned back in the seat beside me, his chest still rising and falling heavily. My legs were draped across his seat now. The fogged-up windows made it feel like we were in a world that didn’t exist outside this car."Well," he said finally, voice hoarse. “That happened.”I glanced at him. He was already looking at me. And I didn't know what to say.I was certain I looked crazy after what we did. My lipstick was gone. My bob was a mess. I probably looked wrecked.Wrecked by him.Hi