All Chapters of Craving My Best Friend’s Brother: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

***~~~RIVER~~~***Fuck.That's all that leaves my mind when Chan passes me by—and our eyes meet.I don't know what I read in her gaze. Disappointment? Definitely that. Hurt? I don't know. She wants professionalism, so I don't even understand the hurt part. But she does seem hurt, if I were to ask my gut.After our kiss, I don't know if I made her think something could go on between us. But I was so fast to clarify that.And I did hope she understood.If only she knew.Sasha and I are just dating to keep her rank up, and to keep our secrets safe. She's blackmailing me. And Cortney can't find that out because it will bring her focus to Chan and me.Which I can't risk.She's mad at me for being with Sasha. What will she do if she finds out about Chan and me sneaking behind her back? The sex? The deal of having her do a makeover? And now tutorial?She'd move away from me completely.I turn to Sasha. "You got what you wanted. I have to go.""Why rush, boyfriend?" Her fingers trail across

Rue still hasn't reached out.It’s been four days. Nothing!But I'm holding onto the hope that she'll find something on Sasha — something real, something I can actually use. And then this whole thing ends. We end it with the sex she wants and then life goes back to whatever normal looks like for me.What's the worst that can happen?Cortney still isn't speaking to me.Every time I try, she walks away like I'm invisible — like I'm furniture she's learned to navigate around. Dad still hasn't given her back her car or her card.And Chan—Chan shows up to every tutorial session completely professional. She doesn't bring up Sasha and the dating news. The picture of us kissing. She doesn't bring up us, or what happened in the storage room, or any of it. She corrects my work, sets new assignments, apologizes for the smallest things “Sorry, I should have explained that differently, sorry, let me go over that again.”— and I hate every second of it. It's like we've been reset. Like we're back t

All of this has been haunting me. On the drive home, my mind won’t stop turning it over — Sasha, pregnant, in Paris. And the father being Marcus. My friend. Her stepbrother. My phone buzzes relentlessly the whole way. Sasha’s name flashing over and over until I finally turn it off completely and drive the rest of the way in silence. I pull into the driveway and sit in the parked car for a long moment. Then I reach for the papers again and read through them one more time. Slowly. Carefully. I’m certain. But my mind keeps pushing back against it. So I turn my phone back on. The messages and calls have stopped for now. I scroll through my old messages, looking for the number, and when I can’t find it fast enough I just type it in directly. It stares back at me from the screen. I click on it. Scroll up through the history. Marcus. It’s his. It has always been his. I groan and press my hand over my face. I don’t even want to picture it. The two of them fucking. It makes my stomach

One loud beep pulls me out of my sleep.I groan and fold myself, turning toward the other side of the bed like a burrito. Then the ringtone starts at full volume, filling the room. And I already know who is calling before I even open my eyes.I blink up at the ceiling, arms and legs spread wide across the mattress like a Christmas turkey. The phone keeps going until I finally drag it to my ear.“Isn’t it too early for this?” My voice comes out dense with sleep.I have had one of the longest terms. This entire week was supposed to be dedicated to sleeping. A full, uninterrupted, restorative sleeping until my body remembered what it felt like to be a human being again—“It is midterm holiday, Chancé.” Her voice is sharp and bright. “We have plans. Or did you forget?”Right. The plans. The ones we’ve been building since the beginning of term. The fun, and also getting back at Sasha. Finding something on her. Making her fall completely.“You know what — never mind. Just come outside. I’m

This is unbelievable.Cortney has a boyfriend.I’ve caught her and Riley twice now and assumed, hoped, maybe, that she’d tell us about them when she was ready. But apparently she had a whole separate situation running in the background that none of us knew about.Cortney settles into her seat beside Joey and looks at me. “I know you’re confused.”“I am very confused,” I say.River groans beside me. “I am so not ready for this.” He turns to Cortney. “What were you thinking? He is—” He stops himself abruptly, and just shakes his head. Then he walks away.I watch him go and wonder why he had stopped. But also, what exactly did Cortney say to Joey to get him here? He looks older. Noticeably older. Maybe she got tired of high school boys and decided to upgrade? But does he know how old she actually is?“I’m sorry, Chancé, I should have—”I hold up a hand. “Stop apologizing. Love happens in the strangest ways. I get it.”She visibly relaxes. “See. She gets it.” She shoots a look in the dir