All Chapters of Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

MASON“The Carter's just put their new deal with us on hold” Kayla said on the couch across from me. “Now, I'm just spit-balling here, but I'm gonna guess that they, like pretty much all our current partners, are very skeptical because of your delayed return to Dakota.”I wasn't concerned.What was her name again?“Mason. It's been three weeks.”I raised my head, barely looking up from my phone when I replied. “Do you remember Tiffany's surname?” I asked. She didn't answer. When I flicked my eyes up, Kayla was staring at me like the newest problem on her little checklist. “Should I… take your silence as an answer?”“Mason, please tell me Tiffany Reese isn't the reason we still haven't gone back to Dakota.”Ah yes. Reese. That was her surname. I typed in the keywords and waited for the results to flood in. “Mason, are you even listening to me?” “Literature major” I muttered, scrolling down a bit. “But her exams—”“I'm gonna take that as a yes” Kayla snatched the phone away. “Tif

BIANCAIf I had a dollar for every time I’d been up in this room, lying half-naked with my laptop in front of me, I’d have… well, quite a few dollars.But I already had a lot more than that. I wasn’t bragging or anything, but if I decided to quit OnlyFans today, I had enough money to keep me afloat for the next decade or so.That was good, right?I should’ve been content. Maybe even happy. But if I said there was a single bone in my body that didn’t ache when I signed the contract extension with OnlyFans two nights ago, I’d be lying.An engulfing wave of apathy had sunk so deep into me that I didn’t want to do much of anything.Didn’t want to perform. Didn’t want to eat. Didn’t want to sleep.It had been three weeks since Max rescued me, and almost exactly two months since the day I was kidnapped. The thing about “happenings” like this that no one tells you is that life really does move forward either way.Yet here I was. In the same place. In the same moment. About to do somet

BIANCAHe stared at me like the words had knocked all the oxygen out of his lungs.“What?” he muttered.Did he really want me to repeat it?Despite the tremble in my gut and the unease spreading through me, I took a few quiet steps toward him and stopped only centimetres away.“I want you to fuck me, Max. Properly and thoroughly.”I wasn’t sure what to make of his expression. Shock? Confusion?Whatever it was, it wasn’t enough to hide the flint of something hotter burning behind his eyes. Like a matchstick that only needed the slightest nudge to set an entire field on fire.“Don’t hold back.” I drew closer, ready to give him that final push. “I give you permission to use me however you’d—”He grabbed my waist before I could close any more space. Just as I tried to steady myself, Max’s mouth closed over mine.Instantly, streaks of something warm and spreading burst through me. My body tingled with a heat that ached and satisfied all at once.He pulled me closer. Close enough that I c

BRIAN“You know, if you're gonna keep staring at me the whole time, you might as well just come take the laptop away. I can't work like this.”“You had me believe you were trained for these kind of situations” I groaned. “You hacked into the Lang database like it was nothing, yet you can't find one measly man?”Mika turned back on her ergonomic chair and stared at me with an expression clear with contempt.“He didn't sound so ‘measly’ when you described him. Speaking of which, you BARELY described him” she emphasized. “All I know is that you saw him at the Lang Meeting. Meaning he could be one in hundreds of people.”A wave of annoyance spread between us, and the moment she noticed, she turned back to the laptop. “Just give me more time. I'll find your mystery man.”Yeah. Sure she would.It's not like it'd been weeks or anything. The longer it took, the more frustrating it became. With Theo unresponsive and the hunt for me all but over, I already had a lot on my plate. Yet, the o

BRIAN“I was gonna tell you I found your guy,” Mika said. “But I don’t think you’re gonna be particularly fond of him when I tell you who he is.”I stopped just past her and turned.She was still standing in the balcony doorway, tablet against her chest, expression already braced for the mood I was about to be in.“Name,” I said.Mika didn’t drag it out. One of the few things I appreciated about her.“Matt Majors.”For a second, the night air felt tighter than it should have.Not because the name was unfamiliar.Because it wasn’t.I walked back into the workspace without answering her. Mika followed, quiet for once, and set the tablet on the desk like she was placing a loaded thing between us.The screen showed a thin file. Too thin. A few stills. A partial work history. Two known aliases that led nowhere useful. No current address. No clean financial trail. No family ties worth a damn.And still, the face was enough.Older than the last time I’d seen it, but not softer. Same controlle