All Chapters of Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Lilly POVBreaking the kiss, Callum spins me around to face the full-length mirror on the wall. My hands cuffed above my head, he presses his hard body against my back, pinning me in place. I shiver as his hot breath tickles my ear.“Look at yourself, Lilly,” he commands. “Watch what I do to you.”His hands skim down my sides to grab the hem of my thin tank top. In one swift motion, he rips it open, baring my breasts. I moan as the cool air hits my fevered skin. Callum cups my mounds, rolling and pinching the hardened peaks until I’m writhing against him.“So responsive,” he praises darkly. “Your body knows who it belongs to.”Keeping one hand toying with my nipples, the other trails lower, dipping beneath the waistband of my skirt. I whimper as his fingers graze my soaked folds, bucking my hips shamelessly, seeking more friction. “Always so wet for me,” Callum growls appr

Callum’s POVThe weight of guilt and regret presses heavily on my chest as I sit on the edge of the bed, watching Lilly sleep. I don’t want to leave her warmth, the safety of her embrace, but I know I have to. Sasha… no, Alexandra. I need to face her. I need to make sense of everything that’s happened.Leaning down, I kiss Lilly softly on her temple, savoring the peace she brings me, before quietly slipping out of bed. My phone feels heavier than usual as I grab it, my thumb hovering over Sasha’s name. My stomach churns as I type the message.Can we talk? I’ll come to you. I know who you are, Sasha.I hesitate before hitting send, the words staring back at me like a challenge. When the message delivers, I send another to Dante, letting him know where I’m going. He needs to know. He always does.The rumble of my bike is a stark contrast to the storm of emotions inside me as I ride toward the address Sasha p

Callum POVThe tension in the air feels suffocating as Sasha stands there, arms crossed, her sharp gaze pinning me in place. She’s waiting, watching for my answer, and every second stretches like an eternity. Finally, I nod, the motion heavy with reluctant surrender.“Fine,” I mutter, the words bitter on my tongue. “I’ll walk away from Lilly, and I’ll speak to Dante about you returning to work. But I need time. He won’t agree overnight.”My voice sounds hollow even to me, but it’s enough for her. She smirks triumphantly, her victory slicing through me like a blade. Just as I turn to leave, she stops me, stepping closer.“Are you really going to leave?” she asks, tilting her head, her voice deceptively sweet but laced with steel.“I have work to do,” I lie, forcing the words out through clenched teeth.She narrows her eyes, not buying it. “No, Callum. It’s

Callum POVFinally, Dante breaks the silence. "Go speak to Lilly, tell her, then come back to me." He walks out.I push myself up from the chair, my body heavy with exhaustion, and make my way out of the building toward Dante’s apartment. Each step feels like I’m wading through quicksand, the weight of my choices crushing me. When I reach the door, I knock, my heart pounding as I wait. The sound of footsteps echoes, and Luna opens the door, her warm smile offering a brief reprieve from the storm raging inside me.“Come in,” she says softly, stepping aside to let me through. “I’m going to go read,” she adds with a small nod before slipping away, leaving me alone with Lilly.Lilly is sitting on the couch, her gaze fixed on the floor. As I approach her, she finally looks up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. My throat tightens, and I barely manage a whisper. “I’m sorry.”She doesn’t

Lilly POVThe shrill ring of a phone jolts me awake, and I groan, disoriented.“I’m coming!” Callum’s voice cuts through the haze, and I sit up, confused as I watch him scramble to get dressed.“What’s going on?” I ask, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.“I slept in,” he mutters, fastening his belt with hurried movements.“Dante won’t care if you’re a little late. Why are you rushing?” I slide out of bed, trying to make sense of his urgency.“I promised him I’d be somewhere. What time is your last client tonight?” he asks, avoiding my question as he tightens his boots.“I don’t know,” I say, still groggy.“Let Dante know, and he can tell me,” he replies before leaning down to kiss me. But something about his energy feels off—strained.“Callum, the clubs don’t open for hours,” I