Crossing The Lines ( Sleeping With My Best Friends) Novels & Stories

No turning back. We’d crossed a line. And there was no uncrossing it.

“You don’t know what you’re asking. Julian’s my best friend. You’re his little sister. This is crossing every line.” I lifted my head slowly, meeting those stormy gray eyes. The club lights flashed across his sharp jaw and tousled dark hair. Even through the alcohol fog, I could see the battle happening inside him, the responsible guy who knew better versus the playboy who wanted what was right in front of him. “I don’t care about lines tonight,” I breathed. “He broke me, Alex. I saw him kissing her and I just… I need to feel something else. Something real. Even if it’s only for tonight.”

Liam moved like he knew every secret my body held, deep, slow thrusts, then harder, faster, until I was sobbing his name, nails dragging down his back. “You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice breaking. “So fucking good.” We came together, a tangled mess of sweat and gasps, limbs tight around each other, breath lost to heat. He didn’t pull away afterward. He stayed. Held me. Kissed my temple. Whispered, “This wasn’t a mistake.” I pressed my face into his chest. “I know.” But in the back of my mind, one truth settled deep: We were crossing a line that could never be uncrossed and neither of us wanted to go back.

I whispered, my voice barely audible He smirked, leaning back in his chair, “You seem to like pushing my buttons. Just remember, every action has a consequence.” I swallowed hard, my mind spinning with the implications of his words. The tension between us was almost unbearable, “Maybe you should just let me leave,” my voice bolder than I felt. I stood up, walking around the table until I was standing right in front of him. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and warning. “Chloe, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice low and husky. I nodded, “I didn’t sleep last night, so I don’t know.”

I don't want to see them around me. My mind drifted back to what happened to me last night. I was raped. By my bestfriend. The thought gathered tears in my eyes. I never believed he could do that to me. In front of everyone. If only I knew this is gonna happen to me. I wouldn't have gone there with that bastard. "I need to check your state of health. Will you?" The doctor said trying to touch me again but slapped his hand off. Men irritates me now. "Don't touch me. Please." I pleaded.

"Don’t give me the bullshit about coming from different worlds, Brynn. Trust me, I know better than anyone. I know how inferior you think I am to you; this isn’t the first time I’ve heard those words." I tip my chin and mutter coldly. "Then it seems you’re forgetting because you’re attempting to cross the lines." "And you’re just figuring that out now?" He scoffs. "You didn’t think I was crossing a line when I was in your bed? When I fucked you in your bathroom? When you willingly come to me in the arena? You didn’t fucking think I was crossing the lines all the times I touched you? All the times you begged? Moaned. Cried. Hell, fucking screamed for me!"

She felt like palming herself on the face she decided that she was going to hold up on any kind of infection or ask him for a while because she didn't even know how to frame her words at the moment and feels like she was just going to end up saying gibberish in the end if he spoke right now so she just spent the rest of the ride looking at her fingers as if she was really not all the answers to her problems in life that have been written on them even though that was not the case and she was just being more awkward by fiddling with him over and over again when she got tired of that she started dragging out her hair until finally her best friend made reference towards her novel and strange beh

I closed my eyes as I neared my climax, swinging my waist in sync with Liam's. My eyes fluttered open, taking in my environment. I was still in my room, but Liam was no longer on top of me, and my clothes were still on. The only difference was my damp panties. Wait... What? I sat up, my eyes bulging out. Was this a dream? That was the only explanation. My head ached so bad. I groaned, holding my head with both hands. In flashes, the memories of earlier came rushing to me. I remembered attending a party with Lislie. It was there that I met Evie and Patty. I remembered seeing Liam grinding a girl at a corner in that sitting room, which caused me to down several glasses of champagne. Then, how

I felt restless all day, so I was happy when Natalia appeared. “Wow, someone looks like they had a bit too much to drink last night.” I teased her as she flipped me the bird and flopped down on the couch next to me. “Yeah, maybe a little,” she said, passing me her phone. “Check out my photos.” “There better not be anything I shouldn’t see,” I warned her as I thumbed through her photos. I was about five photos in when I stopped. This was a selfie Natalia had taken at some party last night of her, Sienna, Bella, and Natalia’s best friend, Mia.

"Because apparently I'm as stupidly stubborn as you are." Collins kissed him then,the first real kiss, desperate and fierce and tasting like fear and determination. Jerome kissed back like he was trying to memorize the moment, like he knew tomorrow might destroy everything. When they broke apart, both breathing hard, Collins rested his forehead against Jerome's. "We're going to lose everything," Jerome whispered. "Not everything," Collins replied. "Not this." Outside, the Tokyo skyline glittered with promise and danger. Somewhere in that city, Takeshi Yamamoto was preparing his attack. Somewhere, Akihito Tanaka was contemplating his son's betrayal. Somewhere, their enemies were sharpening th