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

As I waited for the painting to dry off, my mind couldn’t help but travel to the time I was still starting to paint. I submitted my works to one of the famous galleries in New York when they asked me to show them in person because they only saw my work online.


I remembered the last time my art was reviewed by an old man with a black and long beard, wearing a black suit. I was sitting across from him at the long rectangular table watching him as he checked my portfolio.


“What is this?” the old man asked, showing me the big butterfly I painted.


“It’s a butterfly, Sir,” I said, coughing in my theist unintentionally.


It was pretty obvious what it was. Why did he have to ask?


I was wondering why he was looking at the piece as if it was a jigsaw puzzle. Well, I could feel that every part of him was made to intimidate me.


Chapter 81 MISSING HIM