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I simply shook my head and released the hug, "Let's be real, Shan. It would be ruined if it wasn't for you, no matter how much we appreciate people, family, or anything else." He took my face in his hands and wiped away my tears, "Whatever happens, I'll be right beside you. I love you, best friend." I'm all set. I'm ready to express my feelings to him. Today, I'm feeling frisky. "Shan, I have to tell you something," I murmured. "What is it?" I inhaled deeply and gazed into his gleaming dark-brown eyes. "I l —" I was cut off before I could finish when our food arrived, "Ma'am and Sir here is the order of Two Platter of Sizzling Sisig and one pitcher of Iced Tea." Great, I'm hungry as well.

She opened it, visibly irritated Hello, my dear, You know how bad I am at writing letters, but I wanted to tell you again how much I love you and how glad I am that you are now a part of my life. Nothing better could have happened to me. I wish you the best of luck for your whole time in Paris and say hello to Taro, he should take care of you. I miss you madly already Genzo A tear rolled down Keyla's cheek as her phone beeped *I'm not worried, I know you can do it, I love you too.*Genzo

She was lying on the couch, reading through the suggestions her team had sent her. "What’s weird about it?" I asked, writing down a question from one of the letters. "Most of the ones I’ve seen are from fans saying hi or asking stuff about you. But this one? The person’s asking about him and his friend." I didn’t think much of it—until she read a part out loud: "I can’t get in touch with my friend, but I want her to know I’m okay and that I think about her all the time. What should I do?”

He says and I try to rein them in. "I'm not crying over him. I'm crying over the fact that one of my best friends went behind my back, fucked my boyfriend and neither one of them said anything. That was weeks ago, Quinn!" I cry and he shooshes me gently, running his fingers through my hair as I calm down. "You deserve better, sweetheart. A better man and better friends." He says and his words soothe my shattered heart. I hold him tighter thinking maybe, just maybe I've found both in the same person.

"Just friends?" Sasha stares at my hand and clicks her tongue. "Why are you the biggest loss and I never even had you?" Before I can think of what to say, she grips my hand and shakes it firmly. "Friends." I nod and drop my hand. "Need to use the restroom for a bit. Try not to fuck the next pretty customer that comes through that door." "Haha. Funny." I watch her leave through the side entrance and I’m about to leave for my desk when my eyes catch the image on her screen.

“You slept with me, Damon. You took my virginity. You called me your girl for months, so what exactly was I supposed to think?” For a moment, Damon simply stared at me silently, but then he laughed. “Oh my God,” he muttered while shaking his head like I was exhausting him. “Kathy, seriously? You thought we were dating? We were just having fun,” Damon continued casually while shrugging one shoulder without the slightest trace of remorse on his face. “You’re my best friend, and yeah, maybe I flirted sometimes, but you clearly enjoyed everything too, so why are you acting like I manipulated you?”

My car and house are now yours. Please take care of yourself. I love you so so much. ….Your seductress, Marcella ~~ By the time I finish… my hands are shaking so badly I can barely hold the pen. Then I write another to Stephanie. ~~~ Stephanie, Thank you. Thank you for being my best friend… my only real friend. Thank you for always standing up for me… for always being there… for understanding me even when I didn’t explain myself. Thank you for loving me the way you did… even when I made it hard.

I can’t hurt my best friend because of my stupid feelings. “No,” I said to Andre. “Let’s be honest to our partners instead. No more lies, no more kisses, we can’t be alone for too long anymore because it’s obvious we can’t keep our hands off each other. Let today be the last time we ever get to be alone together.” My voice turned pleading, I hoped he understood, “For our friends’ sakes?” A muscle ticked in his jaw. I thought he was going to argue but he nodded reluctantly and I released a sigh of relief. “For our friends’ sakes.”