روايات وقصص ضمن My Ex’s Best Friend Wants Me

"You didn't have to. You've got that look." "What look?" "The one you get when you're trying to pretend you don't care but you clearly do." Chelsea groaned. "You're insufferable, you know that? Me and the guy literally just talked yesterday. It was one conversation.” "Doesn’t matter," Mia stated cheerfully. "I don't know. It's weird though." "What's weird?" "He's your ex's best friend. And he knows Callum's been staying with you. I'm sure he knows everything."

Perhaps we can restart our friendship once the agreement is over? "Yeah," I lie before taking a sip of my cold water. "Have you ever discussed in case you guys accidentally got pregnant? I mean, I've had my fair share of one night stand, and friends for benefits, and-" "Wait," I interject when I suddenly remember about that one particular person once she mentioned the word 'friends', "Have you ever, slept with Christian?" Christian, her best friend. My ex. "Take a wild guess," she smirks, putting her half eaten slice of pizza on the plate.

I squealed when I saw him. “Mia!” He yelled out as he opened his arms for a hug. I ran to him, wrapping my arms around him as he did the same, picking me up and twirling us around. I missed him! I giggled as he placed me back down on my feet. “Where have you been, girl?” He asked as he looked down at me. Well, Tommy might have been my ex-boyfriend’s best friend but his lifestyle and mindset matched mine. That was why he didn’t really support his best friend when he left me for someone else.

If I wasn't so pissed off right now, I would have find his puzzled look adorable. "Best friend soon to be ex best friend and that stupid ex." I said with great distaste. He sighed, "What did they do?" I scowled, "Well, how should I say this? My best friend hooked up with my ex-boyfriend. My ex just called me a slut and called you my sugar daddy and Ciara defended him for calling me a whore." I said jotting it off one by one with my fingers, then added with a smirk, "and I slapped the jerk's face hard in return."

When we tried to force things in the beginning, it took us too long to get comfortable with each other. When we stopped forcing feelings, we settled into the easy comradery we have now. I can say with complete certainty. He is my best friend. I've never had one like him. He's seen me at my best, will see me at worst, and everywhere in between. I've never had this with anyone else. Not with my ex-husband, not with my parents, not with my brother. No one. "I have to go back to work," I tell him, pushing my bottom lip out a little. Addison's been keeping us on track by herself, but today she's decorating for a wedding we have coming up over the weekend.

Vanessa asks, sipping her coffee. "I want to get to know you." "Mh." She scoffs. "Is this a case of 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer.'" "You are not my enemy." I say. "You said you are my husband's best friend. That kind of makes us friends." "Why would you want to be friends with your husband's ex?" "Because I've heard lots of great things about you from lots of people." I lie. "My husband. His family. His friends. They all have great things to say about you."

“These information are a whole lot” Gregory Richards' downfall will be my greatest pleasure. I dialled my ex-wives number to inform her about who her husband really was. It will be a great surprise to her. “Hello,” she answered. “You know better not call me because I'm well married,” she spat on the phone. “Yea I know. And that's so sad because you left a bad man; the devil you know to marry the worst; the angel you don't know. Did you know the reason why Gregory disappeared in college?” I asked.

Was I the problem here? "Gina, we’ve been friends since childhood," I told her carefully. "Exactly! That makes it even more romantic!" she chirped. "Gina, he’s Asher’s best friend. Doesn’t that strike you as… weird?" "Ma'am, are you from the 80s or something?" she asked bluntly, folding her arms. "I’m sorry, but your ex husband doesn’t deserve that kind of loyalty from either of you. If his best friend wants you, that's his loss, not yours."

"I can't keep doing this, Collen. The guilt is eating me alive. Every time I see her. Every time I look at my best friend, all I can think about is how we've betrayed her." For a moment, I allowed myself to lean into his touch and draw comfort from the warmth of his hand. Then the moment was gone, and reality came crashing down around me once more. I pulled away, and there was some distance between us. "You should go," I said quietly, my voice amazingly steady despite the turmoil within me. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I said, "And Collen, from now on, don't just come over unannounced. Let me know when you're coming so that I will be prepared."

I massaged her back in comfort and kissed her forehead. She sniffed hard and used her handkerchief to damp her eyes. “My best friend and i planned a three some with my ex boyfriend and that was probably when he figured out that she fucked better and i have been noticing some funny movements among them, they would always want to do things together and all. My instinct was telling me that they were sleeping with each other behind me but i could not bring myself to take it in. Guess i was right all along.” She stopped talking and heaved a sigh.