All Chapters of Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

TIFFANY“How did you find me?”I had a thousand and one questions, but that was the first one that made it down my lips.For the past five minutes, I’d been sitting completely still in the passenger seat, trying to make sense of what just happened and how on earth Theo was in the middle of it once again.“Bitmoji,” he simply answered. “I was around the area doing some shopping for my new place too, so… yeah.”I wish I could say that sounded like an excuse. I wish I could say he was some sort of Joe Goldberg that had been tailing me since I left the house… but the backseat of his car was actually stocked with supplies. A handful of DIY equipment kept poking out the heavy leather bags.And then, there were my paper bags. Every last one of them packed with clothes I hadn’t even tried on, yet he’d already paid for.“I appreciate you helping me back there, but there’s no way I’m taking these dresses.”“I can’t get you a gift anymore?” He asked.No. That wasn’t it. Well, it kind of was… but

BIANCAI should've left the house hours ago. Yet here I was, getting turned on like a bitch in heat, all because I was having my way with Max. Blackmailing him into fucking me last night was only the tip of the iceberg. I really wanted to make him pay for playing me like that… and, I really wanted him inside me over and over and over again.“You've had your fun” he said. “Now take these off me.”Did he really think it was going to be that easy?“I don't think I want to that” I answered, dropping my phone face-down against the bathroom counter.This was just one of the many places I imagined Max fucking me… especially after I couldn't get our shower-sex scene out of my head. Though this time round, things were a little different.Across from me, Max looked visibly pissed. The shower sprung mercilessly above him, drenching his loose shirt and joggers as he stood with both hands bound to the shower head.He was soaking wet, and the annoyed smug across his face didn't make him look any

TIFFANYI missed my brother. I really did.But I knew better than anyone that he wanted nothing to do with us—especially our father. That’s why flying out to North Dakota felt pointless. Ramos had made it crystal clear over the years: he didn’t want us anywhere. He didn’t want us in his life at all.So why the fuck would be want us at his convocation?Still, my father had been planning this “surprise” since the day he learned Ramos was studying medicine. “I’m proud of that boy,” Dad announced from the window seat in front of me, loud enough for half the cabin to hear. “He finally chose to use his head and do as he was told.”How heartwarming. Exactly the kind of parental praise every child dreams of. Right?“Allen,” my father called, using my middle name like always. “How far is the university from the airport?”“Ten minutes,” I whispered.He didn’t seem to notice—or care—that this was a public flight. His voice boomed as if we were the only ones on the plane. A few passengers shot h

TIFFANYIf you'd told me I'd be on a private jet a couple hours into my twenty second birthday, I'd have laughed in your face. If you'd told me that private jet belonged to Theo… my face would've turned white. Almost exactly as it was right now.“Sorry Miss, do you not like the snacks?” The fluttery tone warmed from behind me. I snapped out of my mind, and met the gaze of the welcoming air hostess just in front of me. She wore a smile that perfectly matched her gracious, slender body, yet I couldn't help but notice how her swollen boobs in her plain white shirt and her curvy hips in her dark purple thigh-high skirt made me feel insecure. “No, thank you. I'm completely fine” I answered. “Okay” she straightened. “If any of you needs anything else, please don't hesitate to ring that button over there” she pointed the plane white button just beside mom's window seat. “I'll be making my regular rounds every thirty minutes. Till then, enjoy your flight.”She turned and dissapeared into

BRIAN (An Hour Ago) The engine of my car purred to a halt right in front of the luxurious Orange Suite. I killed the headlights, and just before I shifted into park, her voice cut through the silence from the passenger seat. “Are you sure she’s in there?” I raised my head and met her gaze through the rearview mirror. Her eyes were already locked on mine. “Probably,” I replied. “Probably?” Vanessa’s tone sharpened. “A single mistake could—” “If you’re not going to trust me, just say it,” I cut in. “I gave you my word. Besides, I know Tessa better than anyone else. She’s in there.” Vanessa didn’t respond. But her silence didn't mean complete disagreement. She was sitting in my car after all, and even though she had tried playing hard to get back at my place, I had a feeling she’d show her true colors during this little stunt. “Come on. Follow me. And until we get to her, let me do the talking.” I led her out of the car and into the building. As expected, security was