Best Friend With My Ex Novels & Stories

' Stacey said and I scoffed loudly. ' What do you know about fashion designing?' ' Whatever. Seeing is believing. Besides, do not underestimate Stacey Oblong.' I couldn't hold back my laughter. Mike's p.o.v ' What do you mean by you need a new girlfriend? Have you already broken up with Linda again?' My best friend Raphael asked staring at me intently. ' What? Stop looking at me that way. She was the one that left me, okay?' ' And why? There has to be a reason.'

Scolding myself for a couple of times I spoke. "It's Nikhat", my voice shook, my eyes were frozen on the ground. "Nikhat? Your ex?", she asked. "Can we just not call her my ex? It's too awkward. She was and she is still my best friend", I told her, being a bit frustrated. Until the moment I met Nikhat after years, I had no problem with calling her my ex. Nonetheless, I realized that my feelings were not the same anymore. There was no point in calling her my ex.

Actually, it is not really a party, it's just like a sleepover, drinking and catching gossips. "I was a bit early, Lore is not yet here." My twin, Lore, and Arvin, have become quite close with Justin since he is my only ex who has been with me for too long except for a never mind person. Justin is my only ex who became close to me after we separated. To those who say that exes can't be friends, you are wrong, because it's up to the person. The ex is already an ex, and you should know the boundaries.

Laughing, I shake my head. Max is my oldest and best friend. We’ve known each other since high school and come from the same background. We both have crappy parents, so we jelled immediately. He knows all about my problem. Max went through the whole Evie thing with me from start to finish. There are only two people I trust in this shitty world, and Max is one of them. I hear the shower turn off, so I quickly text him back. Good to know that you wanted to screw someone who looked like my ex-wife, fuckface.

"Jessica Bayne, my... Best friend?" Jessica stayed silent for a while before saying. "No, your ex-best friend. You see, I am so pissed off with you. Not only did you lie to me about who you're marrying or your plan to elope with him, you also cut me out of your goddamn life! What happened to the 'Forever as Best Friends?'" "Jessica, I am very sorry about what happened back then. I accept, I was stupid and all that. But now I can assure you that I've come back to my senses and I'm ready to make things right."

I can feel his gaze on me, but I don’t look in his direction. Instead, I angle my body toward Margo. “I wish I were kidding, but I’m not. The thing about it is I learned I really didn’t love him. Not like I thought I did. I did love her though, so that part hurt.” Margo nods in understanding. She folds her arms across her chest and listens to me intently. “I get that. A best friend breakup can be harder than a boyfriend one.” “Exactly.” “So, if your ex was terrible—and so was your friend—why do you seem so nervous about kissing Cal?”

Exhibit A: throw me into my work and forget that I have got problems and both my ex and my fiance are all the best of buddies and they are keeping stuff from me which is uncalled for. Since I was already at work I had a lunch date planned with Cleopatra. She is the only friend that I have in the city and she's the only friend that I can trust because all of my friends that I thought were my friends have taken out there nice and they've stuck me left corner right and center not even on my back but in my heart and if trust is broken it can't be rebuilt again it takes time for it to be put back together piece by piece.

She urged and I smiled as I nodded. She looked so concerned that I couldn’t find it in me to tell her that the only person I’d feel totally comfortable talking to about this kind of thing was Scarlett. I needed my own best friend, I still wanted to cry in her arms and tell her about how I’d found my ex-boyfriend cheating on me, how my father had signed me off to a monster. I miss my best friend so much. “Enzo is a monster, let’s just leave it at that, I really don’t want to talk about it.” I finally said and I was glad when she didn’t push.

I smiled, thinking about Theo and he shook his head with a small smile. "After all this time, huh?" "I guess it's always been him." "I should totally meet this lucky guy. By the way, I'm glad that you are happy now." He gave me a genuine smile and I relaxed a bit. I was glad that he didn't turn out to be the crazy ex and understood me back in high school and even now. He left after finishing his coffee and we promised to see each other often. I guess you can be good friends with your ex if you weren't in love with them in the first place.

I groaned, walked toward her, and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. “Stop crying,” I whispered, kissing her forehead. “It won’t do good for you and the baby.” I swallowed hard, almost choking at the word. Just a while ago, I was excited, dreaming of us as one happy family, until she asked me to count and returned the ring to me. My world fell apart, realizing I had lost my best friend and fiancée at the same time. Being best friends and ex sucked! I wanted to run away, be alone even for a while, but I couldn’t. I had to be with her. I had to be the best friend.