Not Just Friends Novels & Stories

R18 CONTENTS AHEAD! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! "OH shit, Ashton! Yeah, Fuck me more! Fill my pussy with your cock!" Ashton was getting more excited as he was doing his business with his female partner. The woman was not his girlfriend; he just took her upstairs to his casino hotel and had this unusual activity there. Of course, he used protection. He did not want to get a disease because of his casual sex with random women. "You want more?" he asked, quickly pulling the hair of the woman who was on all fours in his bed.

"No, she was a social worker." "What a beautiful profession." "Yeah, she was a truly beautiful person. Can I visit your clinic, Patricia, someday?" "But of course! It's always a pleasure when the clinic receives visitors and, as we call them, friends of AA." "What is that, AA friends?" "It's when people who go to meetings and are not dependent get involved with alcoholics, but they are not one. Many family members get involved in the struggle of their loved one and dependent, friends, relatives, and are called friends of AA."

She tilted to look at Elena, making Elena notice she has a dimple as she gulped in. “That’s your puppet over there. And now you guys are having an argument and you’re not talking anymore. All this because of a girl, what’s her….” “It’s shit. And please keep your mouth shut.” “Sarah. And as of now, you don’t have a friend. The only one you have is busy with her arts and barely have time for you.” “And where are you heading with this? I’ve told you, just because you got me that doesn’t mean we’re friends. Know that.” Elena retorted, hissing lowly and looking elsewhere.

He replies with a cruel face: "No, have you forgotten? You're just my toy, not a friend. Do you think you're worthy?" "Friends are not partners... This relationship is based on affection, not affection and power"

And hence I won't get to force any name on it. " Friends?" " Fucking friends." I groaned. We both know we are never becoming friends. Never fucking ever.

"We don't have to do this, you know." I glanced up. "Do what?" "This. Any of it." He gestured vaguely between us. "I meant what I said earlier – we can just be friends. No pressure, no expectations. Just... two people who occasionally get forcibly fed by my grandmothers." The simple honesty in his voice made my throat ache. "I'd like that," I said softly. "The friends thing. I'm just not... I can't..." "I know." And somehow, I thought maybe he did. Not everything, but enough. "Friends is good. Friends is perfect, actually."

My scalp was beginning to feel tight from my high ponytail, I glanced at him from the side but I was glad I came out tonight. “You’re friends are something else” He made a disagreeable sound looking out the window “I wouldn’t go that far” I laughed. Men. “Sorry, I meant your associates” Ian lets out a huff “Even that is only applicable to some” I rolled my eyes. “That is not true, you like each other” to have been friends for a decade plus and had standing card games twice every month. I knew how easily people fell out due to disagreements and distance. In fact, I’d say they were definitely best friends.

He exhaled through his nose, his hands curling into fists. "Please tell me," he said again. "I know you don’t trust me. Maybe you don’t even like me enough to want my help. But I want to protect my friends. That includes you, too." Friends. The word made something in my chest ache. Is that what we were? It felt like the wrong word, like it didn’t fit what we were—what we’d done. Friends didn’t kiss like we did. They didn’t touch each other the way we had. They didn’t look at each other like this.

On every holiday, we all friends spend time together and watch a movie or go shopping or just chat but spend it together unless any one of us have a date which never happened with me except for that fake date with Stance. But, I really want to meet Mickey tomorrow too. I don't know but my day feels incomplete until I see Mickey. What is this feeling?