All Chapters of Faking Forever With My Ex's Rival : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Mitchell's POVIt was almost 1 AM and I still didn't understand what I was doing outside her building. I paced the street, Jace's penthouse was just down the road and I was pretty sure he didn't know that I was lurking in front of his girlfriend's best friend's home because she had posted a questionable video about what would happen if she died. I mean, technically, she had reposted it not posted it and you'd only see it if you were a creepy stalker who lurked on her reposts.I was.It wasn't my fault that I couldn't get her out of my head, she was moody and troubled and looked so fucking hot being that. I wanted to figure her out, I wanted her to like me, I wanted… fuck! I had no idea why she hated me but the initial attraction I had for her only grew stronger since knowing her.After I warned her to stay away from me, she did exactly that, she avoided me like a plague and never even exchanged words with me but it didn't satisfy me.If it did, I wouldn't be pacing the lobby waiting

Melina's POV I rang the door bell and before long, the door swung open. Caroline stood on the other side, a big smile on her face as she stepped aside for me to go in. “Hey Carol, you look gorgeous.” I greeted, as she crowded me in a hug.“Are you complimenting me a lot in a bid to make me like you?” She asked and I laughed, as I handed her the soup bowl I brought along. I didn't make it myself, I got it from a cafe on my way here.“Is it working?” “It's almost useless because I have liked you for a while now,” she answered and I blushed at her words, following her into the kitchen.I watched as she removed the soup from the packaging and placed it inside the microwave. She closed it and turned to me. “I'll have that later!”I settled on the stool and she did the same, before reaching for a cup of tea, it appeared she had been taking it before I arrived. “Did Jace leave already?” I asked her and she nodded, nursing the cup. Steam danced from the mouth of the cup and I knew it was

Maya’s POVThat had not been what I wanted to say to her, I had wanted to tell her of my attempt early this week and how I had wanted to do it again and it was why I came to Jace’s apartment but I chickened out last minute. It was way too vulnerable, far too much than I could give.“Is this why you were crying? Oh, Maya!” She muttered, drawing me into a hug. “I don't mind. It doesn't matter if you're wealthy or not and why did you feel you had to hide that?”I allowed her to hug me and I reciprocated, my hands around her waist as I sighed. It wasn't that I didn't want to tell her, it was more about why I felt I had to tell her.I never had someone I could talk about my emotions with, my forms of expression have never been through words. I wore long skirts the days I was feeling pretty, I wore short skirts when I felt angry with the world (that was most days) and on the days where the depression was creeping in, I went all black and did a full face of makeup. Today, I had on an all b

Jace's POV I hurried into the room, breathing hard and wondering what the fuck these emotions were. I was leaking in my shorts like a fucking high schooler. I was hot and hard because my fake girlfriend had decided to send me a nude. I have seen a lot of nudes, jerked off to some and pulled my eyes from others but none has ever had me feeling as hot as I was. “Fucking Mel,” I muttered as I settled on the bed, tearing off my shoes. My cock uncomfortably hard in my pants and I was gasping. I could get someone here discreetly, have them suck me off and be a warm hole to put my dick but instead I writhed and groaned on the hotel room bed. Mitchell was my roommate and I knew he would be gone for a while, so yes, I was doing this. I opened the photo about the same time I undid my belt, pulling out my throbbing cock, I had precum oozing from my slit and I rubbed my thumb over it, smearing it all over my length in soft strokes. I spat in my fingers and lubed up my aching dic

Chloe's POVI scoffed as I saw the blog post.“This is getting even sillier by the day,” I muttered as I rolled off the bed, standing naked as I looked down at Tristan’s equally naked frame.He was sprawled out on the bed, he slept like the dead and took up all the bedspace, leaving whoever shared a bed with him to find the smallest space to squeeze in. That summed up the sort of person Tristan was, I wonder why I loved him every time.“Why do they report things like ‘they had phone sex’?”He grunted. “Who are we talking about?”“Melina and her fake boyfriend,” I informed him and I didn't miss how he suddenly became alarmed, he stopped rolling around. “What about them?” “Gossip blog claims they had crazy phone sex, apparently Hamilton was away for his match.” I gritted out, irritated and annoyed because I wondered what was so special about it that caused it to make blogs. “Do you wonder how they know these things? Who do you think the blogger is?”Tristan said nothing, just returne