All Chapters of The best friend i trusted: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

His mouth stayed on mine.The kiss turned deeper and hungrier. My hands gripped the front of his shirt. He pressed me harder against the wall. I could feel every solid inch of him. The alcohol still hummed in my blood, but the want cutting through it was clear.He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. His breathing was steady. Mine was not.“You can still walk out,” His voice drops lower, rougher, each word like a physical caress.The words made something twist in my chest. Damien’s voice came rushing back. “You just lie there. You never please me. You’re not enough.”I looked down. “I just want to feel like somebody wants me.”feeling a rush of heat flood through me. I know it’s reckless, but I can’t help myself. I need this. I need him. I need to feel wanted instead of worthless. I need to forget Damien’s mocking voice, bella’s cruel betrayal,and the image of my husband thrusting into my best friend.“If Damien can fuck whoever he wants, so can I.”He was quiet for a

My heart stopped when I saw the name on the screen.Damien.I stared at it for a second, still half-asleep, body sore in places I hadn’t felt in a long time. The room was dark so i could barely see. Adrian’s arm was still heavy across my waist. His breathing was slow and even against my back.The phone kept buzzing.I sat up carefully, trying not to wake him, and answered in a low voice.“Hello?”“Where the fuck are you?” Damien’s voice was sharp. “It’s past midnight, Sophia. You don’t just disappear after what happened.”I swallowed. My throat felt dry.“I needed air,” I said quietly. “I went for a walk.”“A walk? For hours?” He gave a cold laugh. “Don’t lie to me. Where are you right now?”I opened my mouth to answer, but a warm hand slid up my stomach.Adrian was already awake??I froze.His hand moved higher and cupped my breast. His thumb brushed over my nipple, slow and deliberate. I bit my lip hard to keep any sound from escaping.“Sophia,” Damien said, voice tighter now. “I as

Damien stood on the last step and looked at me like I was some shit.“You have a lot of explaining to do.”I closed the door behind me. My bag felt heavy in my hand. My dress was wrinkled. My hair was a mess. I could still feel Adrian on my skin, and I hated that Damien could see all of it.“I told you I needed air,” I said.“Air??” He asked sarcastically while he came down the rest of the stairs slowly. “You needed air for the whole night? You needed air so bad you couldn’t answer your phone properly?”I stayed by the door. “I was upset.”“No,Sophia. You were with someone.”My throat tightened. “I just went to a bar.”“And then?”“And then I drank,that’s all.” I replied,trying so hard to keep my face calm.He stopped in front of me. Close enough that I could smell his cologne and I could see the anger sitting behind his calm face.“You came home smelling like another man.”I forced myself to look at him. “You were inside my best friend yesterday. In our matrimonial bed. Don’t stand t

I stared at the last message until my fingers went numb.I still have your panties, Sophia.There was only one person who could send that.Adrian Vale.I locked the phone and put it face down on the bed. It didn’t help at all. The words stayed in my head.The phone buzzed again.Don’t ignore me.I was about to type back when I heard footsteps in the hall.“Sophia.” Damien’s voice. “Downstairs. Now.”I shoved the phone into my bag, fixed my dress, and opened the door.He was already walking toward the stairs, like he didn’t need to check if I would follow.The dining room suddenly felt too tight to me. Bella sat on Damien’s right, in the chair that used to be mine. She had changed into a white dress. Her cheek was still a little red, but she looked pleased.There was a third plate across from her.It was for me.“Sit,” Damien said.I sat.A maid brought soup. Nobody spoke at first. Everyone started eating. Bella smiled at me. “You look better. A little.”I didn’t utter a word.Damien

“Who were you with?”He asked in a very calm tone. That made it worse.He stood in the middle of the guest room and looked at me like he already knew and only wanted to watch me lie.I closed the door. My bag was still in my hand. My legs still felt like they were outside, in that car, with Adrian Vale telling me last night was not over.“I needed air,” I said.He scoffed. “That’s the same sentence you used last night. Then you came home with no panties and another man’s smell on your skin.”“Don’t start.”“I already started.” He walked toward me. “You left after dinner. You used the back door. You were gone long enough to meet him.”“I walked.”“In those shoes? After I told you to stay in this room?”I didn’t answer.He stopped close enough that I could see the muscle jump in his jaw.“Was it the same man?”“There is no man.”“Sophia.” He said my name like a warning. “I heard you on that call. I heard you break. Don’t stand here and tell me you went outside to look at the garden.”My