My Best Friend’s Girl

FELIX.Today seems to be an amazing day for me. My mood seems to have escalated from this morning. I’d say it’s because of the terrific event that happened in my room. And happening right here again.I currently have my tongue shoved down my coworker’s throat. A very hot coworker. Hot as in, she’s fresh, and a brunette with green eyes plus a body to die for.Luck must be on my side because when I arrived this morning, she just grabbed my hand and led me here. Okay, maybe that’s not all that happened, but I confirm there was a minimum done on my part.She got hired a few days ago, and I’d admit I had my eyes on her, but I hadn’t approached. When I arrived today, I only sent her a wink with a very polite greeting and seemed like she was onto me too, cause the next break we had; she grabbed my hand and pulled me away faster than I could turn.“You’re so good at kissing.” She lauds breathlessly as she removes her mouth from mine to catch some air in her lungs, her chest heaving up and dow

FELIX.I’m ashamed to say she tugged at my heartstrings with those words. And not only because she stands there, in her messy state, with those brown eyes fixated on me as she waits for a response to her words. And despite the slight vulnerability I thought I heard when she muttered those words, I see no such thing in her eyes.She’s just so good with her emotions, isn’t she?“What?” I say just to taunt her, wanting her to repeat those words. But it’s Brynn Addams. I’m sure she’d rather wish the ground open up and swallow her before she let that sentence leave her mouth for a second time.“You heard me.” She replies with a hiss, that stoic expression back on her face and I smirk as I take the one step I had taken down back up. “I did. I just want you to repeat them.”She unfits her hands from the sides of her dress, and for a second, I thought she was contemplating it, but… “You can leave.” She nods to the exit before she turns and starts walking back to her table. I shake my head and

FELIX.Every word Asher said to me that day was true.And I hated that.I hate that he knows me so well. I hate that I had let him know me that well and he had used that knowledge against me.But there have never been truer words spoken.I’m a lowlife. I’ve always been. It started with my family—one I don’t have, nor have the luxury of knowing. My parents cared less about me than they would a stray pet you find by the corner of the street and there were days that used to hurt and I would wonder why they ever tried with me if they never planned on giving me even the tinniest of their love and parental affection.Those days are gone now; I’ve accepted I’m a lone wolf in this world and my existence in the world had been a miracle–nothing more.I left home ages ago and found my way into this town. That’s how I met Ash. He was the first person to show me kindness, and I don’t just mean in this town—in my entire life. He saw me struggling and invited me into his home without asking for anyt

FELIX.Brynn doesn’t look the least impressed or threatened by the taunting tone of my voice. Instead, she raises a brow slightly and asks, “What’s it? As long as it’s a rational request.”Knowing what she means by rational, my lips curl into a small smirk and I clear my throat before I let out the words.“Go out with me.”She looks surprised for a moment there, her other brow also shooting up, as if that’s the last thing she had expected me to demand. And it probably should be for me too. I know I shouldn’t, but I just couldn’t help myself.“What does that mean?” Brynn asks as she glares me down. Realizing there’s a double meaning to my request, I’m quick to clarify. “I don’t mean literally.” I start. “You said you owe me because you used my time, so I want you to repay me with the same thing. Or is Brynn Addam’s time too precious to be wasted on a favor?” I try to hide the acrimony that pushes to sip into the last words with sarcasm.“It is,” Brynn responds without blinking. “My tim

FELIX. There’s a grin plastered on my face, refusing to be wiped off as I run my hands through my black curls, letting half fall over my forehead while the other half is swiped back. After arranging my hair, I smooth my hand down my jacket and hum in satisfaction at the reflection that stares back at me. I can’t remember the last time I was in a suit—I don’t think I’ve even ever been in a full one—but I sure love what I look like right now and I give myself a pictorial pat in the back for not making that rebellious random move to dye my hair red because I can’t imagine red eating harder than how my black hair compliments the rest of my fit. I look fucking delicious. I always do but I look even better in this fitted well-tailored suit that I can’t help but stare longer than necessary in the mirror just to admire myself. “Someone might think it’s your wedding.” I’m distracted from my self obsession and I chuckle at Lemuel who has his head popped through the bedroom’s door with the r