All Chapters of Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

BIANCANo two ways about it.My little stalker… was Max.Unless someone else in this city had the exact same “絆” tattoo I’d seen in that storage room.A smirk crept onto my lips before I could stop it. The memory hit like a warm hug and a cold kiss at the same time: the roughness of his hands, the way he’d fucked me like he owned me, the way I’d come harder than I should have. All while we were, more or less, not as close as we were before. Ha.He probably didn’t know I knew.And boy, was I planning on keeping it that way.Halfway down to the bus stop, my elation slowly drowned in guilt. Vanessa’s face flashed in my mind… elegant, composed, and completely unaware that I’d fucked her boyfriend twice in three days.“Were they even dating though?” I thought, trying to rationalize the heavy weight in my chest. They seemed close, sure. But Max and I had been close too, once. Closer than close. And we weren't dating then.Ugh. What was I even saying?My head was still scrambled from that

MIAIn the summer of 2023, I started working as an intern in Lang Corp.The job came from the most unexpected source. Brian Callaghan, a guy I'd had a crush on for almost the entirety of college. We bumped into each other one night at a restaurant. He reached out a few days later, one thing led to another, and boom, I started working as his secretary less than a week after our chanced meeting.It was pretty much the perfect setup to what could've been the perfect relationship. But there was one slight problem. Brian, at the time, was dating my best friend Sabrina. As a matter of fact, he'd been dating her since the second year of college… around the same time I told her I had feelings for him, Could I have fucked her relationship over out of spite? Of course. But Sabrina and I had known each other for years, and even though it felt like a stab in the back… I wanted to let bygones be bygones, and focus on my new career. That determined mindset… didn't last the test of time. And i

BIANCAHe could only feign stubbornness for so long. When he realised there was no way out, he did exactly as he was told.Max crouched and picked the cuffs off the ground, then walked over to one of the seats tucked into the dining table, drew it out, and sank into it. He crossed his hands behind it, and the metallic click of the cuffs locking into place echoed in the quiet room. All the while, his eyes never left mine… dark, burning, defiant.“Get this over with already” he groaned, voice clear with distaste. A shame. He looked so attractive like this. Pinned against his will, eyes burning and soothing all at the same time. I slipped out the keys to the cuffs from the hem of my bralette, then placed it gently on the table as I walked over to him. “Twenty five minutes” I said, straddling the chair, my chest pressed against his. I curled both arms around his broad shoulders, tilting slightly to lock gazes with him and leave virtually no space between our bodies. “Did you like it

BRIAN“W… what are you doing? When did you get here?” She asked. Tessa looked like she was five seconds away being completely wrecked. Her hands were violently jittering, as if the adrenaline coursing through her veins was too much for her own body to handle. “Mind dropping the knife?” I answered. The entire dining table had been closed in by the thick arms of tension, a beat that continued to suffocate even after she let go of the knife. “Give us a minute” I said, pulling her to the side. Tessa wasn't exactly my boss. Her husband was, but because she was the acting head of Lang Corp, our relationship wasn't a completely straightforward one. Tonight, however, none of that really mattered. Especially if she'd gone through with what she’d actually planned for the Sterling family.“Why are you here?” She asked when we reached the balcony. “Don't you think you're being a little too rash?”“Rash?” She nearly exploded. “Do you have any idea—”“Liam's gonna skin you alive if he finds

TIFFANY Whenever you heard someone say they had strict parents, a couple things came to mind. An unreasonable curfew, a doting mother and a disciplinarian of a father, and then maybe a couple overprotective brothers that matched the whole narrative. Well, I had strict parents. And I could guarantee that whatever came to mind when I said that… was a fucking understatement! For one, I couldn't even say that word. “Fucking.” My brother got kicked out the house one night for using it in a response aimed at my mom when she made some nasty comments about him failing his doctorate exams. Another, it was barely even six o'clock and I already couldn't leave the house. Under no circumstances was I supposed to come withing stride-distance of the driveway or porch. Not even if a friend came over to visit me. When you thought of me, just imagine Rapunzel in that big ass tower, then take away her pet chameleon and replace it with two Mother Gothels. God, it was horrible. And being