The Best Of Me Novels & Stories

When I realised that something was wrong and tried to leave, it was already too late. "Roxy, it's 50 million dollars! 50 million! I'll never be able to pay back, even if I were to work for the rest of my life!" my best friend, Amber Stone, exclaimed. "But you'll be able to save me! God gave you this crescent moon-shaped birthmark on your stomach so that you could help me pay off my debt!" I gasped as fear gripped my neck, unable to breathe.

Julian teased, nudging my leg with his foot. "No, that was yours! Mine was the 'splashy splash.' God, we were idiots." I couldn't stop laughing, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside. It felt good. Real. Like the old me, before all this mess with patents and blackmail and hidden kids. Weeks of tension had worn me down, but right now, with Julian's easy smile and the alcohol warming my veins, I felt like myself again. Light. Free, even if just for a night.

My Brother's best friend was dragging me like he owned me. At the top of the stairs, he shoved open a door to a private VIP booth. The room was dark, soundproofed, with deep couches and low lights. He threw me inside, slamming the door shut behind us. The bass from the club was muffled now, but my pulse was louder. I spun around to face him, breathing hard. My hair was messy from the dance floor, eyes wide but defiant. “What the hell was that?”

“Best day of your life, huh?” My lips parted, but no words came out—just a broken laugh, messy and breathless. Yeah. Best fucking day of my life. THE END

“Fuck. I didn’t mean to—I just—I can’t—I can’t do this—” She hesitated. Then slowly sat next to me. “Okay. Hey. Chill. Just… breathe.” I tried. Didn’t work. “I’m not mad,” she said, softer this time. “Just confused. What’s going on with you?” I wiped my face, sniffled hard. “He chose someone else.” She blinked. “Ah. There it is.” “My best friend,” I said, voice cracking. “He was my best fucking friend . And I—I loved him. God, I loved him so much. And I thought maybe one day… I thought maybe I had a chance. But he…”

My legs shook, my hand trembling as the toy slipped from my fingers. I collapsed back on the bed, chest heaving, skin damp and flushed. Shame filled me in heavy waves. What the hell was I doing? Touching myself to the thought of my best friend’s father?And the worse part was that, I wouldn't mind doing it again. I will be damned because Theodore Blackwell turned me on in ways I had not imagined.

i focus on that— on the bitter scent the warmth seeping through the cup into my palms.anything to drown out the echo of his voice in my head. it was just an act. thats what this is.thats all its ever been. A PR move. A script. a contract written in ink thats already beginning to smudge. but the way he said it— she is the best thing thats ever happened to me.my chest tightens.that line wasnt in the script.it wasnt rehearsed.

It is totally wrong. I lift my chin despite the way my body trembles. “Go ahead and tell him. We’ll see how much longer you have a job once you do. I think we both know it’ll be better if you keep your mouth shut and let me do what I want. I am not a teenager you keep cooped up. I've done a lot of things in college and you can't keep them from happening again.” “A lot of things that doesn’t include exploring wild sex? Yes you're good.” he said calmly. I was stunned he could say that plainly and boldly. I was meant to be shocked by my knees finally buckled but before I could slide down, I felt something pressing against my chest.

Me three. ***

He's the bravest person I know and the strongest, the smartest, best looking, and the sweetest. Just like he said, I couldn't have asked for better friends or a better mate. Because I already have the best anyone could ever ask for.