My Ex’s Best Friend Wants Me Novels & Stories

“What I wanted to say is that you already know my stand on, Eliot. I have never liked him and if you ask me, I think you can do better.–” A exhaled deeply and continued. “–I can’t advise you on what your heart feels. I just want you to love, be loved and make the right decision.” “Tears filled her eyes and she broke down into a fresh round of sobbing. Oh, fuck! Was it something I said? She threw her arms around me and sobbed into my shoulder. All eyes were now on me and I was very uncomfortable. “Thank you so much, Enny. You are the best friend ever.”

But I couldn’t. His touch lingered. His scent was still on my skin. I turned on the TV, needing a distraction. And then my world shattered again. There she was. My ex-best friend, glowing with happiness, standing beside him. My ex. It was their engagement party. The news anchor gushed over the event, replaying clips of her speech. "Although people tried to snatch him away from me, God is so faithful," she said with a smirk, looking directly into the camera.

, Irene chuckled; best friend? “ What kind of best friend sleeps with her friend's fiancé?” she yelled at the top of her lungs. Alex was lost for words at the moment. Her alcohol intake was a torture to his mindset. It'll be hard to win her over. Does she even feel a spark for him at all?.

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.

She answered back, refusing to admit that she was jealous. "What do you say, I want to spend the rest of the day with you. Ditch that guy and come with me. I can't stand the way he's looking at you. People may see us and spread the news about our divorce. We had an agreement and you have to follow through with it. " I told her, trying to use our family and the press to cajole her into ditching her date. "Nah, I won’t do that Nate, not even for you. He’s my best friend and you are my ex-husband. I think I’d rather spend time with my best friend than my ex-husband.” She remarks.

"If you're truly seeking to make amends, focus on your child. She cried last night, fearing you had returned to Maureen." "What?" He let out a sigh. "Is that what you're thinking too?" I held my peace, recognizing that my thoughts held no significance at that moment. "We don't have a relationship. I've made it clear to her that I can only offer friendship." "Friends with benefits?" I sarcastically asked. "What? No!" "Who are you fooling?! You can't be friends with your ex who is obsessed with you." "But that's true!" he insisted. "She's sick, and her parents pleaded with me, so..."

he replied. “But unlike me, Max is your best friend. He is with you almost always, you work together and share a life together. I think at the very least I deserved to know that you two already had something, even though it wasn't that important to you,” I told him, disappointed and upset with him. “What the hell, Albert! I knew this wasn't normal, so you called me crazy and paranoid, while in reality I was always right. Do you think it’s fair to keep your ex-girlfriend around us?”

Because who the hell was I to even claim him? I wasn't his girlfriend. Neither was I his wife. I didn't have any right to him. I was only his best friend who he fucks when he feels like. And for me? I was not only his best friend who loves how hard he fucks me and how good he always makes it feel. I also love… Don't speak further, Savannah. You'll ruin what's left of your friendship. God, this was so damn messed up.

I asked, still in shock. “Well, technically, my ex-best friend. But we fell out not quite long! This is her revenge, Dad. She married you to get back at me.” How the heck did I get involved with these young ladies’ drama? “Why would she want revenge on you?” “That…that’s not important right now! What’s important is that you have to kick her out right away.” I could feel a headache coming. But I had to confirm something. “You said she was your best friend. She’s not, perhaps, same age as you, is she?”

The kind of pain that lived in the bones. Sandra. The woman he’d called not wife material. The woman he’d replaced three years ago because her family didn’t have the right last name. The woman who’d cried quietly when he told her it was over, then packed one bag and walked out without begging. He’d thought that was the end of her story. I need to visit Grant Group now, he muttered. The words felt like a confession. He grabbed his car keys off the desk. The metal bit into his palm. He didn’t feel it.