Lahat ng Kabanata ng Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

BIANCAIn a couple hours I’d be twenty-three.I sat curled in the corner of the living room couch, the one Aunt Kim always claimed. The house felt too big, too quiet. I couldn’t bring myself to go upstairs. Not to my room. Not to Max’s. And definitely not anywhere near Brian’s.So I just stared at the clock, watching the minutes bleed toward midnight like it was supposed to mean something.It didn’t.The video kept playing on loop in my head — Max’s moans, Vanessa’s gasps, the way they moved together like they’d done it a hundred times before. Each second of it carved deeper into my chest.My hands curled into fists until my nails bit into my palms.Then I couldn’t sit still anymore.I marched upstairs, shoved Brian’s door open so hard it slammed against the wall.He stood in the middle of the room, fresh from the shower, water still running down his chest. A towel hung dangerously low on his hips. The second he turned and saw me, that same condescending look settled on his face.“Why

MAXBianca.Even now, with everything falling apart, she was all I could think about.Flashes kept cutting through my mind… her soft moans in the shower, the way her body had trembled when she came around me, the promise I’d made that it would be just us tonight. Then the image twisted. Brian’s hands on her. Brian inside her. All in the same night as well.My fist clenched so hard my knuckles turned white.The wet, obscene slurping sounds filling the room barely registered at first.Heat rolled through my half-naked body. Legs spread wide on the couch, arms draped over the backrest, cock throbbing between Kelly’s eager lips.She was on her knees, working me with desperate hunger. Her tongue swirled around the base before she bobbed down, taking as much of me as she could. Saliva dripped down my shaft, coating my balls as she moaned around me like she was starving.It didn’t take long to break the pompous little bitch after all.I tilted my head, watching her lust-drunk eyes as she pus

BIANCA I knew the moment we arrived, Brian had taken this — whatever it was — over the top. The car stopped in front of a luxurious duplex, decorated with the soft natural touch of nearly trimmed plants outside sunken in vases that looked like they were worth an arm and a leg. “Carrie Studios” the banner in front read. Brian walked me to the door, and the second he opened it, the cold air from inside nibbled against my skin. I walked in, and met the eyes of various staff before my focus could settle on the studios detail.They all stood at various parts of the studio. Some in front of the camera, some working at the corners. I scanned the room, trying not to look like a kid that had just been dropped off at her favourite arcade. The Sony A7 IV mirrorless camera on the stand in the middle of the room.The Godox MS200V Twin softbox lighting kit a couple steps away. Equipment I’d only ever dreamt of getting my hands on.Was I… in heaven?“Welcome to your session, Miss Langford” T

BIANCAIt was becoming a habit. Being in public. My dress grabbing body tighter than I'd liked. My heels snapping on the floor louder than necessary. The general unease was horrible to swallow. But it'd never felt as uncomfortable as it did right now. I had no idea where Brian brought me. From afar, it was a sprawling estate that looked like something out of a Disney film. The trail of trees and flowers, the sway of the pine along the perfectly tarred roads. Everything was beautiful and welcoming… until we arrived at this mansion. I knew the second I stepped out, I wasn't meant to be here. Worse, I was far from welcome. The cars parked in front of the mansion showed that without needing a single word. This wasn't some random meet-up. And these men weren't random men. Meaning Brian… probably wasn't ‘random’ himself. “Can I go back and stay in the—”“No” he answered, walking down the hall while I followed right behind him.His figure damn near covered mine, but it didn't do en

SABRINAI was worried about Brian. I wish I could say that was only because of the weirdly familiar man that showed up at our door earlier, but I'd be lying. It wasn't just that. He'd been distant of recent… more distant than he usually was.Wouldn't return my calls, left me on delivered for hours, hadn't touched me in almost three days now too. I could feel myself slowly deteriorating just thinking about it. Worse, no matter how long or hard I tried to beat the idea out of my mind, I couldn't stop thinking that this was all somehow connected to Bianca.The way he looked at her. The way he spoke about her. She was different. Different from the others he'd been with. I traced his framed picture with my fingers, imagining he was here with me. Letting me lay my head on his chest, filling my senses with the heat and scent of him. My rose sat quietly on the bedside table, untouched even though I'd pulled it out earlier to quench the ache in me. But it wouldn't be enough. I needed