No One Else Comes Close Novels & Stories

My fiancée and my best friend were the top partners at a multi-million-dollar law firm, while I was just the guy handling the administrative work. In the courtroom, they were in perfect sync, trading fierce legal arguments and sharing an effortless dynamic. In their personal lives, they casually flirted through law jokes that only the two of them understood. I could never get a word in, edge-wise. Every time they laughed, I offered a painfully awkward smile. Even at my mother's funeral, nothing changed. They chatted merrily in front of her coffin, eventually breaking into audible laughter. “Clara, can you greet the guests?” I called out to her. I was the only child in the family, and a

“I’ll ask someone else. I’m sure Charlotte will do it with me. I just haven’t asked.” Cal takes another step closer. My heart leaps in my chest with adrenaline. He’s so close that our bodies are almost touching. It wouldn’t feel so intimate if either of us wore more clothing, but the lack of anything more than swimsuits between us makes the proximity so much…more. “I don’t want you to ask anyone else.” His words come out slow and composed until the very end, where they break off with the mention of other people. “I can’t ask you to help me.” My words come out so quietly. I’m too focused on the closeness of our bodies to form coherent thoughts.

It steadies me in a way nothing else can. The closer I get, the more everything else fades away. The whispers, the music, the sound of the waves — it all disappears. It’s just Bill and me, and for the first time all day, my heart slows down. I take another step, and then another, until we’re almost there. ********************

“Am I wrong?” I opened my mouth— Closed it. Because, honestly? After today? “…no,” I admitted. That surprised him. I could tell. Just for a second. Then he nodded once, like that settled something. “Exactly.” A small silence followed. Not awkward. Just… there. Too noticeable. I shifted my weight slightly. “I’ll try not to collapse on your floor.” “Appreciate it,” he said. Another pause. This one longer. I should go.

" you made your own decision and I have no right whatsoever to be angry at you. you own your life, you are a man, you are rich and everything so what right do I have. I am just a friend and I have no right to be angry at you or anything so therefore do not be sorry " " Elle " he calls out stretching out his hands over the table to reach for my hands. I push back the chair standing up. seeing him alone makes me horny then touching me even when I am angry? still I'd come right away and he's been keeping the habit of not wearing Shirts and pants lately, purposely when he just knows how perfect he is and the effect it has on me " please don't " I try muttering when he come close to me reaching o

As the men closed in, I stumbled backward, my breathing turning ragged. Rough hands tore at my clothes. My pale skin was grabbed and bruised, blooming with dark, ugly marks. I kicked and struggled with all my strength, but they forced me into a corner. There was nowhere left to run. My hand brushed against the edge of the window. Tears surged uncontrollably. With every ounce of strength I had left, I climbed over the ledge—and jumped. Michael… in this life or the next, I will never see you again. … Back at the company, an inexplicable restlessness gnawed at Michael.

He closed the gap between us, and I swallowed hard. No man has ever been this close to me, at least not like this. This one seems to enjoy being this close to me because every time I take a step back to create distance between us, he takes a step closer. So, I stopped and let him close the gap. I was feeling hot and bothered by the man, but I tried keeping my cool. “Rule number 1, when you get here and find me training. You don’t talk, you join in and train too.”

“No, I’m not. You can’t let another man close to you like this, you can’t let them touch you, you can’t let them stay inches close to you. I don’t like it, I don’t want it.” “Fine, I won’t let another man in my space. Are you satisfied?”

He was standing in the middle of my living room, hands in his pockets, jaw tight in that controlled way I was starting to recognize too easily. “He stood too close,” I said. “Touched my hand. Said something about meaning it personally.” I exhaled. “Nothing I can point to. Nothing that would sound like anything if I said it out loud.” Nate didn’t respond immediately. He just looked at me. “But it felt like something,” he said quietly. “Yes.” His jaw tightened further. He crossed the room slowly and stopped in front of me. Not touching. Just close. “You don’t have to manage it alone,” he said.

“You are nobody there.” His jaw tightens. That’s the first real reaction I get. “Not anybody,” he repeats quietly. “Interesting word for someone whose blood is in her veins.” The stairwell feels narrower. Somewhere on another level there are workers’ footsteps, distant. Up here it’s just two people and one truth I threw into the ocean a long time ago.