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

I also explained to Caleb, the same words as what I told the old man. I gave him the same explanation about the heart that I painted on the canvas.


Caleb nodded, a small smile tugging on his face in response to my words. My cheeks flushed with delight at his approval, and I hid my face behind the folder.


“Wow!" he exclaimed ecstatically. "I can understand where you're coming from. In fact, I really like it."


“Thank you…” I said, choking down my unprofessional insecurities. Now that someone was telling me how good I was, I wanted to explain to them why my paintings were wrong.


The lines were bad, as if the paint had come off. But I had to put a stop to it. I had to stay calm because, even though I knew Caleb, it was still his job to check on my work.


Caleb gently yanked the portfolio from my clutches, and I nearly ripped a corner off by gripping it too tightly.


Chapter 107 THE PAINTING