Sinful Pleasures: In Bed With His Best Friend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

OLIVIA “Are you and Dominic divorced?” I stared at my phone, my brows furrowing as the words blinked back at me. Why would Lilian, my sister, text me something so out of the blue? It made me pause. If Dominic and I were divorced, wouldn’t she have known by now? Surely it would be everywhere: on the news, the tabloids, maybe even on social media. Wait… was something happening? Without thinking, I stood up and walked into the sitting room, where the flat-screen TV hung on the wall. I clicked the power button and my fingers swiped the remote, flipping through channels. After several minutes, I found nothing, no breaking news about me or Dominic, no reporters, no paparazzi photos. So what was this about? I gripped my phone tightly and sent a reply to her. “No. Why are you asking?” I lifted my gaze back to the TV, still scrolling through channels, and waiting for her reply. Then, my phone buzzed again and a new message came in. “He just

OLIVIA The car pulled into a grand driveway, a sleek penthouse coming into view. Whoever had bid $200,000 was waiting for me here. My heart raced as I recalled the instructions that came after the bid ended. I was to meet the man who would own my body for the night. A driver had been sent, silent the entire ride, even until now. I took a deep breath and stepped out, nerves tightening in my chest. A bodyguard met me at the entrance and led me through the quiet lobby. “Fourth floor,” he said, pointing to the elevator. I nodded and stepped inside, my heels clicking softly on the polished floor. The doors closed behind me with a quiet ding. As the elevator moved, my pulse quickened. Could I really go through with this? I let myself be brought here by an unknown man, didn’t I? Most men who bid on the celebrity hookup site were usually old and sleazy men who had money to throw around. I wouldn’t be surprised if this one was too. But with the celebrity h

OLIVIA My eyes fluttered open to sunlight cutting across my face. I shifted beneath the sheets, stretching out of instinct, only to freeze when the fabric felt softer than mine. For a heartbeat, I hovered in that foggy space between sleep and memory, until everything came rushing back. I jolted up, my eyes flicking around. Shit. Shit. I was still here. In Dante’s bed. Naked. It wasn’t a fucking dream! The memories came rushing back. The way he touched me, the kiss, everything. Heat pooled in my stomach, and I swallowed hard, clutching the sheet tighter around me as if that would erase the night. I slept with Dante. Dominic’s best friend. My ex-boss. My gaze darted to the window, then to the floor where my clothes lay scattered. I scrambled off the bed, yanking them on in a panic, fingers trembling so badly I could barely fix my bra. Still in the process of wearing my clothes, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway. I froze, breath hitching, as t

OLIVIA I opened the door, and my breath snagged in my throat. Lilian was standing there. “Sister…” she whispered, her voice shaking. My eyes stung, and before I could blink the tears away, they spilled over. A broken sound tore out of me as I fell into her arms, clinging to her like I was afraid she’d vanish. She held me close, one hand moving gently up and down my back. For a long moment, neither of us said a word. The only sound was my uneven sobs and her quiet breathing. When I finally managed to catch my breath, she eased back to look at me, her hands on my shoulders. Her eyes were soft with worry behind them. I wiped my face, swallowing hard, trying to piece myself together. “Come in,” I croaked. She nodded and stepped inside, and I shut the door quietly behind her. She sank into the couch, her eyes locked on mine, heavy with sorrow. “I’m sorry you had to go through this,” she murmured. I lowered myself onto the couch across from her, my fingers twisting i

OLIVIA I froze, the word hitting me like a slap. Why would he even say that? Dominic was still my husband, no matter how much I despised him. And Dante… Dante had no right. No right to look at me like that, to speak to me like I belonged to him. This thing between me and him…it only exists because Dominic shattered us first. If Dominic hadn’t betrayed me, I wouldn’t even be standing here, feeling my breath hitch under his stare. I swallowed hard, but my throat stayed dry. My hands curled into fists at my sides, more to keep them from shaking than to look brave. “What…” My voice cracked. I tried again, forcing it steadier even as my heart rammed against my ribs. “What do you mean by that?” He gave a short, dry laugh but said nothing. I stepped back, but he closed the distance, and before I could speak, his mouth crashed onto mine. I gasped as his hands locked around my waist, yanking me against him. A hot jolt shot through me, and my stomach flipped so hard