All Chapters of Best Friends Shouldn't Crave Your Moan: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12: Morning After the FallBeautiful sunlight filtered softly through the long windows of Zach’s penthouse, casting a warm golden glow across the large bed. Noah woke slowly, his body heavy with the kind of deep satisfaction that came from being thoroughly fucked and claimed the night before. For a moment, everything felt perfect, the warmth of Zach’s body pressed against his back, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the possessive arm draped over his waist. Then reality crashed in. Noah’s eyes snapped open immediately. His heart began to race as memories flooded back: the locker room, Zach on his knees, the overwhelming pleasure, the way he had moaned Zach’s name like it a slutty bitch. The way they had stumbled back to Zach’s place and continued what they started, hands and mouths everywhere, crossing every line they had sworn they wouldn’t.What have we done? He tried to slip out of bed quietly, but Zach’s arm tightened around him instantly, pulling him back against

Chapter 14: Jealousy Unleashed The rumors started small. From a whispered comment dropped at Ryan’s bar, to a sideways glance from one of Zach’s sparring partners, a message passed between people who had no business knowing anything about Noah’s private life and by the middle of the week, the words had already spread. Marcus was very careful, he never said anything outright, he just planted small small seeds, quiet suggestions that Zach’s “best friend” was more than a friend, that the two of them had been spending too many late nights together, that maybe the undefeated champion wasn’t as focused on the cage as he used to be. The underground circuit thrived on gossip, It didn’t take long for the seeds to grow massively. Zach heard the first version of it after a morning training session. One of the younger fighters laughed a little too loudly and said something about “the designer” and “special treatment.” Zach didn’t even remember crossing the gym. One second he was wrapping

Chapter 16: Family Storm Zach’s phone rang early in the morning, breaking the quiet inside the kitchen. Noah stood near the doorway, holding a cup of water, and watched Zach answer it. In less than a second, all the relaxed warmth left Zach’s body. His posture went completely stiff. His jaw clamped shut, and his free hand curled into a hard, tight fist at his side. “Ma,” Zach said, his voice completely flat. Noah held his breath, watching every small change in Zach's face. He could hear the faint, muffled sound of an angry voice coming through the phone. Zach didn't say anything for a long time. He just stood there, staring at the floor, his chest rising and falling with heavy, slow breaths. “I’ll come over,” Zach finally said, his voice low and hard. “Give me an hour.” He hung up the phone and stared at the dark screen for a few seconds before looking up at Noah. “She saw the photo,” Zach said softly. “My father saw it too. They want me at the house right now.” Noah felt his

Chapter 18: Best Friend’s Reaction Ryan didn’t text. He didn’t call. He simply showed up at the front door of Zach’s apartment the next afternoon with a pack of cold beer under one arm and a very serious look on his face. He looked like someone who had already made up his mind about how this talk was going to go. Zach opened the door, looked into his best friend’s face, and let out a long, heavy breath. “You know,” Zach said softly. Ryan walked right past him into the living room without saying a word. He set the beer down on the kitchen counter, opened one bottle, and took a long drink before finally turning around to face Zach. “I saw you,” Ryan said, his voice flat and serious. “In the dark alley. In your car. With Noah.” Zach didn’t try to lie or deny it. There was no point. He closed the front door, crossed his thick arms over his broad chest, and waited. Ryan stared at Zach for a long moment, his eyes wide with shock. Then he let out a short laugh and dragged his hand har

The underground fight venue reeked of sweat, strong alcohol and dried blood. Noah had never been to one of Zach’s illegal matches before. The regular fights were brutal enough, but this place was a fucking nightmare. It was deep in the city’s industrial district, a dirty warehouse where the rules didn't exist and the medical staff didn't give a shit unless someone was dying on the floor. Zach had tried to stop him from coming. “You don’t need to see this dirty shit,” Zach had growled earlier that afternoon, cupping Noah’s face gently in the quiet of the penthouse. “It’s not a fucking sport down there. These bastards don't pull their punches.” Noah had grabbed Zach’s heavy wrists, looking straight into his eyes. “I’m coming. I’m not sitting at home like a terrified coward wondering if you’re breathing.” So now Noah stood in the crowd surrounded by hard, dangerous men and women. His heart was hammering against his ribs as Zach stepped into the makeshift ring under harsh, buzz