All Chapters of Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

TIFFANY“Looks like I’m interrupting something.” Theo stepped out of the elevator and managed to peel his eyes off Mason. “Are you two headed somewhere?”For some reason, the answer stayed at the bottom of my throat.Wouldn’t nudge. Wouldn’t budge. I almost opened my mouth to speak, even though I knew no clean words would come out.So, instead, Mason replied.“Don’t tell me,” he slid his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Can I not take my personal assistant out for lunch?”Personal assistant?I glanced at him, but Theo’s eyes reached his first.“She’s not your personal assistant—”“Don’t be selfish, Theo,” Mason answered. “I’m pretty sure Mika’s your secretary slash personal assistant, and you only just hired Tiffany… without a role, if I may add. Would it be a crime to have her as mine?”Mine. That word sat warm in my gut.“Yours?” Theo snarled.“My personal assistant. You know what I mean.”“I don’t.”A flicker of tension lingered between them, threatening to burst into so

ADRIANI’d beaten everyone. My first time playing hockey, and I barely broke a sweat.Well, that wasn’t exactly true, but it wasn’t important either.All that mattered was that the three thousand dollars was—“Move.”Caught up in the rush, I didn’t notice him until he bumped into me and nudged me out of his path.Caleb.Awn. Poor guy was pissed he lost the bet.“Are you alright?” He crouched to check on the guy I’d just body-checked and scored on.“I… I’m fine. I just—”“He was slow and thought hogging the puck would make me chase after him,” I cut in, stabbing my hockey stick against the ice. “I guess I just had to school him the hard way.”Caleb didn’t answer. I didn’t really care.“So, do I get my three thousand now, or—”“You get nothing,” the captain of the hockey team snapped as he rose to his feet.There it was. That little flash of heat and anger he’d barely managed to hide the second I walked in.“This was a tryout, not a derby game. You don’t get points for trying to kn

MAXShe was still coughing when I put my hand out.Wheezing like I'd choked her hard enough to kill her. And maybe I had.But I needed to be sensible about this. “Show me” I said. Mika blinked at me through watering eyes, one palm still pressed to her throat. “What?”“Proof,” I said. “That they know about Bianca.”For a second she looked almost relieved. Like she’d been waiting for me to ask.“I knew you wouldn’t believe me,” She reached into the small bag at her side, pulled out a folded printout, and held it between two fingers. “So I brought it.”I took it.The paper was clean and professional. No dramatic red stamps. No movie-villain nonsense.Just a profile sheet.A username. A blurred still from a stream. Payment routes. Cross-referenced names.[Fox.] Branded on the first page.And under possible real-world links, one that made my blood go flat and cold:[Bianca Langley — probable.]I read it twice.Then a third time, slower, like the words might rearrange themselves int

MASONHerr date with Brian went to shit.I should've been happy. But between the shudders and sobbs and the sound of her choking on her own tears, I was starting to wonder how bad the date could've possibly been. I turned the heater a bit higher and glanced at her again. She wasn't soaked, but still huddled herself as though the cold had seeped deep into her bones. Tsk.“Do you want to take my jacket?” I asked, already shrugging it off while one hand remained on the steering wheel. “It's still raining. I'm not sure it’ll be over by the time we get to your house.”I'd pulled the jacket off completely now, but when I gave it to her, she didn't move. She stayed huddled. Didn't say a word. Didn't make a sound. Until…“Can I crash at your place tonight?” She asked.Something hot and fast shot up inside me.“W… what?”She put it her head against the window, slowly releasing herself from the huddled position. I could see the dried tear marks on her face now.. “I don't feel like going

MASON She was perfect. Every inch of Tiffany Reese was fucking perfect. She slid her tongue into my mouth like she didn’t even need permission to. And she didn’t. Cause holy hell, she tasted like nothing I’d ever had before. Sweet, with a subtle hint of cocoa and something strangely stronger underneath. It drew out a soft groan just as my body started to respond to the heat of hers. I grabbed her close. Close enough to feel her nipples needle against my shirt. Close enough to bring her tongue even deeper into my mouth. One hand stayed at the small of her back. The other softly cupped her cheek. Every nudge of her hips or roll of her tongue sent pulses down my spine that settled at my gut and spread further down. I picked her off the floor like she weighed nothing and settled her against the bathroom sink. Now, it was my turn to roam. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and sculpted her body with my hands. As if I was trying to memorize every detail of her like this