All Chapters of Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

BRIAN[Message Notification: Tessa Lang; Some new recruits have applied for the vacant spot today. Be a darling and interview them. You know exactly what I like]She ended the text with a wink emoji, which often meant she was half drunk, or I was about to walk into another one of her far from funny traps once again. New personnel wasn't even my jurisdiction. It was Sullivan's.Come to think of it, when was the last time I saw that guy?I sat on the edge of my bed, shrugging off the pressing weight of a good night's sleep off my shoulders, only to hear rustling in the faint darkness around me. I turned on the bedside lamp, then saw her moving determinedly across the room.Sabrina. Pulling clothes out of the closet. Stuffing them into her luggage box. All this without saying a single word.Well, in her defence, I couldn’t even remember the last time we talked. Actually talked.Things between us had been off since… nah. She'd be fine. This was probably another one of her little overrea

BIANCA“Do you guys know each other?” Sullivan innocently asked. I wasn't buying the act. Sully had picked me up from the house just a couple days back. No chance he didn't know who they were. Who they really were, that is. “No. We don't” I played along. “Must be the new interns Brian was telling me all about” I said through clenched, turning to meet Brian's eyes. But his gaze was straight at Max. And Max's, right at him. Even I still didn't know the nature of this “business”, but I could tell from the heat in their glares that both brothers definitely wouldn't get along here. “Okay. This here is Brian Callaghan, Head of Operations. You mihht be working with him every now and then, so please make yourself comfortable.”“Who signed off their appointment letters?” Brian suddenly asked. “Uh, I did. Is there a problem?”Brian shifted his gaze to Sullivan, still heated even though the dark-haired rival replied with a generous smile.“I had a different applicant sent to my office. H

ZANEWhat better way to relieve some post-game stress, than to have my cock throbbing in her wet, warm mouth. I sat back on the couch, arms draped on either side while Ellie took me wholly and slowly. Tears ran down her face, precum mixed with saliva dribbling down her mouth. “Take it. All of it” I tilited, watching her squirm on her kneesas she attempted taking every inch into her mouth.She struggled, gagging and choking but still pressing down. When she realised she couldn't do it, she attempted to use her hands… and I replied exactly as agreed.A simple flick and the vibrator laying dormant in her pussy buzzed back to life, gyrating so deep I could feel the shake on my pulsing cock. “No hands. You remember the deal, right?”“Fuck” she moaned, about to pull off me when I grabbed her by the hair and forced her mouth back down.Getting a blowjob was one thing. Getting a blow job from your opponents sister after dumping their team out of the tournament… was a completely different

BIANCAI ran off to a brothel once. Twice, actually, but for good reason. We were young, adventurous frehsmen and Ellie decided a little sightseeing in a new city wouldn't hurt.It didn't, but i didn't really have fun memories of that night so I doubted heading out to place like that against would be on my bingo cards two years later.And yet, here I was. An exclusive residence with a backdrop that would make you assume five star hotels were holding back. And on the outside, that's how it appeared. Sully's Palace—an exquisite hotel open only for the biggest names in New York. Well, between both of us, a hotel was a bit too vanilla for what this place actually was, and a brothel was probably a tiny bit too crude. I walked in and met the gaze of the sharp-looking front desk officer a couple strides away. She smiled like she knew me from somewhere, but still carried that noticeable air of professionalism any other business probably did.“Hello and welcome to Sully's Palace. How many

MAXAfter an hour and a half of paperwork and the fourth expresso I'd gulped down today, it was safe to say this was going to be the most boring after-school activity I'd stumbled on before. And that was coming from a guy who'd sold markers at a tuck shop, and tried pitching balloons outside a restaurant. But at least the sketchy neighbours and unrelenting sun felt like something back then.Here, I'd almost forgotten the souls of human speech. No one talked. At least not to me. And even when they did, it felt like they were speaking in morse code, clearly alert to the presence of an outsider in their midst. I couldn't say the same for Vanessa though. She'd come down to my floor a handful of times, but was on the clock, so couldn't hold a conversation long enough for it to feel like one.But my, she was buzzing like an eagle finally released to the wild. Oh well, I guess it came with rhe floor's privileges cause the other guys that'd come down from up there had the same zip about the