All Chapters of Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Almost

MAX I loved that look on her face. Yearning. Longing. A reflection of the same hunger I was barely holding back. Do you want a kiss, my little fox? My hands had drifted up her barely clothed body, moving until I tilted her face close enough for our lips to brush. “You’re vulnerable, Bianca.” She looked at me with those doe eyes drowned in desperation. Like she wanted to cry. “I want to be vulnerable.” Those were all the words I’d needed to hear. I captured her lips. Her sweet, soft, passionate lips, and felt a spark pull my soul. Its heat dented my heart, an imprint my body never remembered to forget. Bianca. My little fox. You’re breaking me. Her fingers tightened against my shirt, holding me there like she was afraid I’d disappear. And God help me, I wanted to stay. I deepened the kiss, tongue sliding against hers, tasting the faint sweetness of her earlier cocoa mixed with something purely her. She moaned softly into my mouth, the sound vibrating straight to my cock. H

A Callaghan At Literature Con

BIANCA “So. Now that we're done with today's lesson, I have a very special announcement.” Mrs Campbell turned back to the class with a smile that could light a thousand tunnels. “Our literature convention is coming up in a months time, and the school board’s decided to allow us shake things up a little.” “Ooo-s” followed her sentence, while I sat still and battled the urge to let my head drop to my hands. “Shaking things up” basically meant more workload for me and less responsibility on everyone else's shoulders. “This is also our one opportunity to draw more members for the Literature Club, so I want to leave things in your hands.” Why did she look at me when she said that? “What do you guys have in store for us?” She asked, and I let my gaze drift elsewhere. Anywhere but in her direction. “I think the obvious option is the book review” “Jonathan, please. We're not trying to bore them to death again” his twin sister countered. “Can we do that book swap thi

Ready Player One

MAXI’d circled the same block five times now. The same familiar buildings. The same disturbed faces that were probably giving me one last chance before calling the cops. The same hopeless reminder that I was spiralling just as bad as my directions. I was running out of gas too. Yeah, perfect timing. This had to be National Fuck-Max’s-Life-Up Day, cause there really was no other explanation to how so much could change in less than twenty four hours. Fuck it. Things couldn't possibly get any worse right?My bike purred to rest in front of the familiar store, and I walked in with the dinging bell announcing my entrance. I was craving some fast food, even though a part of me knew what really brought me down here. Mr. Han looked up from his counter when I'd walked close enough, and his aged blue eyes lit up the moment he held my gaze. “Max?”“Good afternoon Sir” I nodded, and he beamed in an instant. “My boy! It's been forever.”My former employer and his cash register had always b

Riding Brian

BIANCA I took another look at the stage name before the cringe spread across my face. “You're… sexual chocolate” I repeated, more of a question than a statement. “Yeah!” He answered with enthusiasm. I looked to Tiffany beside me, and she let her hair down so I wouldn't catch a glimpse of her face… or the laughter she was barely holding back. “What's your real name please?” I turned back to the guy on the stage. “Chester. Chester Drake.” How the fuck did he get sexual chocolate from that?! “Uh, please show us your performance.” “If you want it that bad” he answered. God, I hate this job. For the next three minutes, and the fifty seven minutes after him, I had to endure the heaviest weight of second-hand embarrassment. Quiet literally none of the auditions for Literature Con cut it. From the start, it seemed a hopeless venture. But, if I was being honest, half of the time, my mind wasn't even here. Every now and then, I'd glance at my phone, hoping a

Playing Boyfriend For The Night

MAX She stared at me like she'd seen a ghost, but I could barely even manage a reaction in response. All that was on my mind was him. That spineless bastard. What was she doing with him? “Max, where have you…” “Who was that?” I asked, voice devoid of everything but detachment. She stiffened at the sentence, clenching her fists for support. “Ellie wasn't around” she answered. “And you hadn't returned any of my calls. So Brian… offered to give me a lift. That was all. Nothing happened.” Yeah. Nothing except him now knowing where I stayed. I reached for my helmet, taking my mind of the burning feeling in my gut, when she stepped up to me before I could turn on the ignition. The concern on her face nearly broke me. But I couldn't give in. Not now. “Where have you been Max?” “Out” I answered, reaching for the key. She reached for it too, and stopped me before I could turn. “Max…” “I need to get somewhere” I said before she could start. “I just came to ma

The Kiss That Changed Everything

MAX The minute we stepped in, the entire ball game flipped on its head. Regality spilled through every nook and cranny from the moment I stepped into that car. But this… this was different. No one looked at us when we entered, yet I felt the heat of judgement with every step. “Try to smile politely. Don't look so unnatural.” Need I remind her my only job was to drive her up here? Now I had to fake being a person of interest? Chandeliers hung floors overhead, spilling an unnatural shade of light around the room. Around us, champagne glasses clinked together, quiet chatter following expensive laughs. “What is this place?” I asked under my breath. “None of your business. Just…” “If we're doing this, don't you think I at least deserve some information?” She spared me a glance. Only for a moment, but it was enough to carry that crushing weight of judgement. “My family's annual ball” she spoke. “Relation, friends, and a couple close business partners were invite

Most People Would Die To Be In Your Position

MAX What was she doing here? All a sudden, nothing else mattered. Not the conversations. Not the scenery. Not even Vanessa's quiet victory or Kelly seething in silence. My eyes and mind had only narrowed to Tiffany, and the cruel realisation of what her seeing this meant. Fuck. “Vi, can we see in private?” Her father asked. I had a feeling he was staring at me when he said it, but he was the least of my concerns. “Of course. I’ll be right back.” She turned to me, squeezing my wrist… a silent command to stay put. When they left, Kelly and Daniel stayed back. “You know, there was no need to…” “Excuse me for a moment” I left them and whatever conversation they thought I bothered enough to respect. Cutting through the sea of suits and silk, I reached Tiffany just as she picked up a glass of what looked like fruit juice. “Tiff” “I was worried” she said before I could continue. “I thought the worst after I heard about your suspension.” She lifted her head, a

Your Girlfriend Naked On My Bed

BIANCA Was it pessimistic to say literature con was doomed? Maybe. But it was the truth. Rehearsals continued today, and they weren't any better than they were before. It was starting to feel like everyone was intentionally having a laugh at our expense. Either that, or I was reading a bit too seriously into all of it. “It's the curse of the talent show” Tiffany said beside me. “Those things don't ever go as they're shown in the movies.” “But that's what they chose” I groaned. “Besides, we had the drama as backup, and that's gone to shit too.” It wasn't looking good. At all. We headed for Mrs. Campbell's office to update her as agreed, but the hallway stretched longer than it normally should've. Long enough to let my mind plague me once more… with him. After he left last night, Max didn't come back home. Another night that left me in limbo. Ellie didn't return home either, and there was only so much I could pretend was okay before breaking down underneath the weight of

What's Brian Doing In My Room

BIANCA So much had changed, yet so much stayed the same. The house stood as it always had. The couch in front of the fire place, the snooker table just before the study room, the kitchen stove where I left one last unfinished pancake. Nothing changed, even when everything had. He walked passed me and headed up the stairs. My eyes followed him, and my body wish it could do the same. But company was the last thing he needed. Reality pressed in all the way through. I heard it even when I didn't want to. His door opening. Drawers shifting. Furniture moving. This was really it. Max was leaving. For good. And there was nothing I could do about it. He returned with his bags full. One slung over his shoulder and the other in his arm. “Do you… need help with anything?” I wanted to make my self useful, even though the last thing I wanted was for him to walk out those doors. “No thank you” he answered. It wasn't harsh. It was emotionless. And justified. My h

Boyfriend Snatcher, New Roommate

BIANCA His body filled the doorway, eyes sunken in that dark heat that made my spine shiver. “What are you doing here?” He damn near growled. It felt like one of those stares that should've made me move the moment I met it. But that there was the problem. I couldn't move. Not a single muscle. His eyes pinned me in position. “I… I uh, this is my room” I blurted and he squinted slowly enough for me to realise what just left my mouth made no sense. “Your room.” He titled. “Really?” He stepped closer, peeling away the space between us, and the scent behind him hit me hard and quick. Musk. His overwhelming petrichor-like scent… and that floral note from earlier. The scent… of a woman. My eyes darted to confirm, and he moved closer. Close enough to deny a peek. “I think you got the wrong house Bianca.” “No… I… Ellie… Max… Here.” My tongue stumbled over itself. The way he kept staring wasn't helping either. “Sorry, there was probably a mix-up somew

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