Warning: Mature content/ R18+ only
“Take a chance on me,” I indirectly invited him to come to my apartment even though I just met him.
Damn! The honesty in my brain cursed. It was just so wrong. However, I really hoped he would say yes and fulfill my sexual needs. He smirked, caressing my silky hair.
“Maybe I’m wasted, but this condom in my pocket doesn’t have to be,” he pecked my lips again.
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In which Samantha Taylor and her best friend Trish planned to surprise Samantha’s boyfriend on the night of their first anniversary to have sex with him because he never had attempted even once to screw her but to her dismay, Miggy ditched her and didn’t show up.
Samantha decided to have fun that night and have a girl’s night out with Trish but just like her boyfriend, she couldn’t reach her too. So, she went alone to that famous nightclub in town and there she met the hottest and the most gorgeous man on earth.
She poured all her frustrations from Miggy over that stranger by having a one-night stand with him. She thought it was just like that. She thought they’d forget each other and never bumped each other’s world again after that incident.
Until she met Miggy’s best friend. Not only was Caleb Moore sinfully handsome and incredibly charming—he’s also the hot stranger she had a one-night stand with two days ago. Samantha and Caleb knew anything more than being civil with each other when Miggy was around.
But the more time they spent together, the more their connection became all-consuming and Samantha found herself forced to choose between her boyfriend and the hottest best friend of her boyfriend, Caleb.

Seducing His Hot Bestfriend

My whole body was shaking, my fingers were trembling when I wrapped them around his erection and my sobs broke, and it was becoming uncontrollable. Everything around me became blurry as I broke down.


Miggy’s eyes widened as he stared at my broken form.


“Sam…” his voice was shaking as he finally realized how much he had hurt me. He pulled away from me and zipped back up his pants nervously, brushing his fingers over his hair, and regret was seen in his eyes.


I wished he knew that it’s not because of the physical pain he did to me that I was hurting, but because he was accusing me and calling me names.


I thought that he was different. I thought that he could be the one I turned to when the rest of the world, especially my family was against me. I thought he loved me.


“You’re just the same as everybody else,” I rasped. “You never believe me. In your eyes, I am a whore! I’m a slut!” I shouted.


Chapter 70 REGRET