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My Best Friend’s Girl 59.
FELIX.Brynn is in a mini dress that hikes up her thighs and is paired with boots. The fact that she looks like that coming out of where I presume to be Asher’s room is enough to make me all sorts of insane. Then Asher called her what? His Brynn?My helmet drops to the floor, the noise of it echoing around the room and I close the distance between Asher and I, "What the fuck did you just say?"He doesn’t respond instantly. He just continues to stare at me with that smug look I’m only seconds away from punching off his face. But before I can, Brynn moves closer and I watch Asher turn to her."You leaving already?" He asks, and she nods, keeping her eyes on him. "I have to get back home.""Alright, then. I’ll see you tomorrow." No, you won’t. What the fuck is happening here? My mouth twitches when Asher wraps a hand around Brynn’s shoulder, pulling her into his embrace. She doesn’t exactly hug him back, but she doesn’t fucking move either, or reject his hug. Instead, she stays there with
My Best Friend’s Girl 60.
FELIX."You’ve been rotting on that sofa for days now. When are you going to get up?" I groan at my peace being interrupted by Lemuel’s voice. Not that it was that much of a peace with the rage that’s contained in my head."For as long as I need to," I respond without moving from the sofa. My face is turned to it as I lie down so I can’t see Lemuel, but I know he’s moved closer when his voice reaches nearer. "Are you ready to speak to me?""I have nothing to say.""There’s something obviously wrong with you. You haven’t been yourself since you came in soaked in blood five days ago." Lemuel provides. It’s been five days already? Feels like just a few hours ago, since my mind keeps replaying that moment and the actions that followed. "Felix. Please. Talk to me." He says softly and there’s a temporary pause. I almost think he gave up, then his voice comes again. "Is this about Brynn? Did something happen to her?"I don’t think anything else has the power to weigh me down like this. It’s
My Best Friend’s Girl 61.
FELIX."I thought you weren’t going to use it." I stop staring at myself in the mirror to look at Lemuel. He’s standing by my door, his brows lifted and his lips curled in a small smirk. I look at the card that’s lying on my bed before I meet his gaze again. "Something came up.""Sure." He chuckles, letting himself in. I face the mirror as he walks to my bed and I leave half of the white undershirt buttons open before I push a hand through my hair. It falls back on my forehead and I shuffle closer to the mirror. Might look like I haven’t slept in days, but I still look so fucking salivating."Stop obsessing over yourself," Lemuel says behind me as if he can read my mind and I laugh before moving back. When I turn to him, I keep my hands in my pockets and his gaze rakes down my body. He nods, "Not bad.""As expected." I wink before moving from his front. "So I was right; it’s a girl’s problem." His voice booms across the room as I lean over the drawer to snatch my keys."I’m just confir
My Best Friend’s Girl 62.
BRYNN.EIGHT DAYS AGO.The excitement I had felt when I stood before the mirror quickly deserts me when I turn to see Asher leaning against my door with his hands crossed to his chest and a too big of a grin on his face.A frown falls on my lips. "What are you doing here?" I ask, and he chuckles. He simply slips his hands into his pockets as he pushes himself off the door, waltzing further inside as if he owned the room. "I’ve missed how much you admire your beauty.""That doesn’t answer my question." I watch with narrowed eyes as he goes to the other corner opposite me. He presses against the edge of the single desk next to the bin. "You don’t look happy to see me."I cross my arms to my chest and lift a brow. "And that’s a surprise because? How did you even get in? I think it’s time I tell—""Calm down, Princess." I hate that voice. I hate the name he calls. And I most especially hate the taunting smirk that appears on his face as he moves from his spot, striding closer to me. "I hav
My Best Friend’s Girl 63.
BRYNN.PRESENT."What?" Felix mouths as he stares at me with narrowed eyes and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, breaking the eye contact as I say, "He has the video. Of me and he—""Threatened you with it?" He finishes before I can and when I lift my head, I see the fury in his eyes; they’re almost turned red from anger and when I nod, he growls. "And you let him?""What?"He steps closer. "You aren’t a helpless girl, are you? You have power and influence. Why’d you let him blackmail you into something—""Are you fucking serious right now?" I speak in utter disbelief as I stare at him with wide eyes. "You think I wouldn’t fucking do something if I could—""Brynn, that’s not—"I don’t hear him. I just snap. "You have no fucking idea, do you?" My head shakes and my voice trembles along with my next words. "You have no idea what this feels like. Being trapped like this—especially with the one person I want nothing to do with. Yet I have no fucking choice because of the things he could
My Best Friend’s Girl 64.
FELIX.I think there was a time when I’d have died for Asher. I’m not exaggerating; If it came to it, I’d have gladly taken his death so he would live.It was the time when I first came to this place. I had one friend, a job, and my life pretty much didn’t have any purpose. I was just existing, rather than living.I didn't have Lemuel. I hadn’t found the boxing arena. I just had Asher.I’ve felt very furious with him in the past. He could be infuriating when he wanted to be and we’ve had many fights, but I had no deadly intentions during any of them. Even with all the past fights we had about Brynn, I’ve never wanted to kill him; I just felt the need to hurt him.But now I do. I want to take his life and I wish I could say I’m joking. I’m not. I sincerely want to wrap my hand around his throat and watch him struggle by my feet as I take the one thing that’d keep him living.That strong urge burns through me and I embrace my anger as I climb down the stairs, my steps fast and heavy. My
My Best Friend’s Girl 65.
FELIX.The meaning of love isn’t a foreign concept to me. I just never thought I’d fall in love with someone.I’ve been obsessed with Brynn. I want her in a way I’ve never wanted something or someone my entire life. I crave her. It’s not just me; it’s almost as if she’s a part of my soul. My whole being ached for her. And now I love her?If I’m being honest, the words have always been at the tip of my tongue for a while now, but I’ve always shoved it back, not wanting it to be true. Hoping that someday, it’ll stop being true. But it isn’t. I love her. I said the words; I screamed out the words to Asher.I love her. Fuck, I love her. I was stupid enough to let her consume my entire being. I let her mess with my head and she actually snatched my heart?Why? Why do I love her? I know damn well she doesn’t feel the same and there’s like zero possibility of that happening, especially after she said she’s done, ending what was barely even beginning.Why her? Why does it have to be Brynn fuc
My Best Friend’s Girl 66.
FELIX.I remove my helmet and hang it on the handle of my bike as I stare at the house in front of me.I look to the side to make sure Asher’s car isn’t there before I start moving. Once I get to the door, I look around once more before I input my key and turn the knob. I slide through the door before removing my key and dropping it into my pocket.The house is quiet. I gaze to the living room, to the clothes littered across the floor and over the arm of the sofa. With a shake of my head, I move further inside and take the hallway to Asher’s room.I mumble a word of prayer for it to be opened and my heart leaps with joy when I turn the knob and the sound of the door creaking echoes around. I soundlessly make my way into the room even when he isn’t around to catch me. His room is neat compared to the living room with only his bed untidy and, without wasting time, I make for the drawer by his bedside. I search through every single one for anything he could have that tape on—a phone he d
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