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“Oh please, get off my phone, you pussy. Use your own advice.” I cut the call, not waiting for what else he had to say. Rhys was a talker but a good man. I enjoyed his company, and while people knew I talked less and he talked more, we had a solid friendship. I stood up, ready to round the pool and meet up with Kim, when I bumped into someone. A brunette about 5’11” was holding out sunscreen to me. “I’m sorry. My friends and I spotted you from over there, and I think you have large hands too…” Her voice trailed off, rambling.

I bite my lip and try to think of the perfect mate. "She is special if she puts up with you". Brian laughs and Liam joins him. My best friends are so immature. Smiling in satisfaction I lay my head back and think of my mate.

For the first time in his life,he cried for his best friend Few weeks after they met at the market, he called her and they meet up at a nice restaurant. There, he told her his feelings,he expressed how much he loved her but Zuwairah turned him down. She told him she preferred them being friends,he felt bad but has no choice but to oblige. If that's what will make her happy then he's ready to do anything for her and that was how they became best of friends. They don't even hide anything from each other Yusuf couldn't handle it as he leave his colleagues to take care of the rest "he needs to do something for his friend,he can't just loose her just like that" he thought walking out

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

Briar Walking through the trees hand in hand with Quinn while Hank bounces around the leaves is officially my favorite birthday memory. It still amazes me how sweet Quinn can be, after the first couple of months knowing him was basically just him being moody and sassy. We spent the day together, just the three of us and I can't help but wonder how different my day would have been if it was only a few months ago. There would have been a big party, tons of booze, a sexy dress and a ton of people that I didn't even know or like and it probably would have ended with sloppy sex that was only satisfying for one of us.

"Friends. Just friends." Atasha "Just friends" is the biggest lie Khalia Salvador has ever told herself. Forty minutes later, the atmosphere inside Wildflour Uptown was loud, buzzing, and completely claustrophobic. The restaurant was packed with the usual corporate crowd, but our table felt like the epicenter of a localized storm system. Bea and Mark, our friends who had watched us grow from broke architecture students into functioning adults, were already three cocktails deep. They had practically pulled us into the booth, forcing Khalia and me to sit right next to each other on the plush leather banquette.

His jaw was tight, but he didn’t grab the phone from me. “You were my friend,” I said. “And you were his wife. Friendship died in that bedroom the same day your marriage did.” “If you post that photo, you are not hurting Adrian. You are helping Damien keep me tied to a man who will not sign.” “Maybe I want you tied. Maybe I like watching you scramble and suffer.” My free hand curled into a fist. “What kind of human are you?? What did he promise you this time?” “I don’t think that is your business anymore.”

I didn't need all this crying, I needed to understand what was going on and why I couldn't leave right now. “Greetings My Alpha,” I heard from the door and even without seeing him yet, I knew who it was. “Jack, long time no see,” I said in response, at least one more level-headed person to sort out this situation. “Let the doctors check you first and we can catch up,” he joked, he was more than my right-hand man, he had become my best friend and the one who understood me the most. “Only if I can leave here fast enough,” I replied wanting to be discharged as soon as possible, I hated unfamiliar places.

Ellen replied feeling smug. "First, tell me what evidence you have about the incident. A video?" Cindy scoffed irritably. "Daisy and I have been best friends for more than three years now. And you think you can come from nowhere to spill a bunch of trash to her and she will just believe you?" "Babe, you've got no evidence to back up your claim!" Cindy laughed while Ellen just stared on with a smirk. "All I have to do is tell her you are lying. Babe, she would effortlessly believe you just want to ruin our friendship and relationship. Who do you think you are? You think so highly of yourself get out!"

I'm not very social and would rather stay home on the weekends reading a book or watching horror movies with my best friend Sarah. "Olivia has always been a nerd Sean," his best friend since they were babies in diapers decided to add his unwanted comment into our conversation. "A bore." If anyone annoyed me more than my brother did, it would be his best friend Sean Walker. His hazel green eyes danced around with laughter as he looked me over. Co-captian of the schools football team, local man whore who can't keep his dick inside his pants, all of those things apply to my brothers best friend. He is so full of himself that he makes my blood boil.