روايات وقصص ضمن My Ex’s Best Friend Wants Me

“You’re magic, you know that?” She tilted her head. “Magic?” “Yeah,” I said quietly. “You always know how to pull me out of a bad headspace. Even when I don’t realize I need it.” She smiled, then bumped my knee with hers. “That’s what best friends are for, right?” I looked at her a beat too long. Best friends, she said. But the way my chest tightened… it was something else. I didn’t say it out loud, but in that moment, I knew:

Bella Maybe it's selfish, but I don't remember ever feeling so alone. My best friend has left for her honeymoon, my other best friend is home visiting family, and I’d die before contacting my ex. James was a real piece of work, and he absolutely messed me up in the worst ways possible.

"What? How do you know?" My ex-wife just smiled. "I could tell. And honestly, I don't blame her. You're a catch." I didn't know what to say. I had always been attracted to my friend, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship by pursuing something more. And now my ex-wife knew about it too. As we left the conference room, my friend caught up to us. "Hey, do you guys want to grab lunch?" she asked. My ex-wife declined, saying she had to get back to the office, but I accepted. I wanted to talk to my friend about what my ex-wife had said.

I wouldn’t have wanted anyone to witness my heartbreak anyway, I wouldn’t have wanted them to see me cry, to see my hard work for the happiness of my best friends go to waste. Aaron didn’t want to let me go. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me hard. “Your best friend is not your best person in this world! She knew I liked you! She couldn’t stand not being the second choice over you in my life. She convinced me you didn’t like me too many times and when she and Andre became a couple she came to me and convinced me she was over what we used to have. She said they made a pact to kiss their exes goodbye and what started as an innocent kiss became…became something more…” The weight of his words

Paige wanted Cedric to be surrounded by people like Tristan. “Cedric is my best friend and he will always be but right now, he is like my karmic enemy.” He said, “But, I still care for him like a brother but I will kick him out if I had to. Sometimes letting go is the best way to protect the things we love and care about.” Those words made Paige think about their trip, it was her last chance too. If it doesn't work out, that means they weren't meant to be.

"Do not get involved in my personal business. Not my ex, not anything. You're just for sex, and other physical needs. I would appreciate it if you stayed out of my business." "I cannot let your relationship with your ex ruin the contract." I frowned, already so fucking angry that she just had to bring up her ex in this. She shrugged. "We would keep our friendship on the low, if that would make you happy." "There would be no fucking friendship." "Then there would be no sex arrangement between us." She had barely finished when I pushed her to a nearby wall and held her throat firmly, watching het struggle in my hold for a bit before I spoke again,

“He's my ex. Hated Aria when we were together. They couldn't stand each other. Now? Now they are plotting to ruin my life?” I was trying so hard to hide my frown, but my furrowed brows refused to straighten. “They don't deserve you. They never did.” I meant it with every bit of my soul. She placed her head on my shoulder. “What happened? I shouldn’t be interested. But I wanted to know. “Between you guys.” She looked up, her eyes meeting mine, scanning to see if I really wanted this story. She laughed. A short, pathetic laugh. “He cheated. With my ex-best friend.”

My father would kill me if he found out—especially if my ex turned out to be Hayden’s best friend. I took out my phone and stared at the name of the only person I knew who could help me now. “Nairovi?” I said when the line connected.

orgasm. My stomach twisted. God, I’m going to kill Blue. If she hadn’t left me there tipsy, heartbroken, and spiraling, I wouldn’t be here now, standing barefoot in a suite that smells like him. My best friend, with all her “it’s just one drink” and “you’ll feel better, babe.” I’d strangle her the second I got home. Or cry on her shoulder. Or just do both. I reached for my phone on the nightstand. But it was dead, the black screen reflecting my face back at me. Pale, messy-haired, eyes swollen from sleep, my face definitely looks like it’s been through something it can’t name.

Damian’s POV Her eyes widened a bit before she relaxed her brows, and for a moment everyone paused, their eyes resting on me. So this was it. She didn’t change. She didn’t refuse sex because she felt something other than it. Fuck. I was getting way ahead of myself to have thought of that in the first place. It was her ex. This friend of hers knew her and her ex together. My jaw locked as I stared hard at her so-called best friend.