All Chapters of Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Callum POVLying in bed with Lilly wrapped around me, her warmth grounding me, I make a decision. Tonight solidifies it—there’s only one way to keep her safe. The problem is, I have no idea how to get her to agree to it.The day’s events play on a loop in my mind, each moment more gut-wrenching than the last. Sasha was livid when I arrived late, her anger crackling in the air like a live wire. It made everything tense from the start, but when she caught me rummaging through her bag, things spiraled into something far worse. Her fury was unmatched, her eyes burning with suspicion and rage, but even that didn’t prepare me for what came later.Then there was Lilly. That first message she sent reminded me why I was doing all of this—why I was enduring Sasha and her venom. Her words gave me a sliver of hope in a sea of chaos. But the next two messages? They wrecked me completely.The last thing I needed while trapped in Sasha&rsqu

Callum POVThe ride to the hotel is quiet, but I can feel her excitement radiating behind me. It’s infectious, pulling me from my dark thoughts for just a little while. When we reach the room, I take the dress from her and smile. “Get showered,” I say softly, kissing her forehead. “I need to make a quick call.”She nods and disappears into the bathroom. Watching her go, I feel a pang of guilt. She looks so carefree, so happy—and yet, she has no idea the storm I’ve been fighting to keep from her. This moment feels fragile, like it could shatter at any second.As I step onto the balcony, phone in hand, I know one thing for certain. I can’t let her down again. Not tonight. Not ever.When the shower begins to run, I turn my phone back on, scrolling past missed notifications before pressing Dante’s number. It rings only once before he answers.“Have you considered this?” His voice is sharp,

Lilly POVI shift slightly in my seat, the hem of my skirt sliding higher as I move. My fingers glide over the fabric, slipping underneath as I hook them around the edge of my thong. Slowly, deliberately, I slide it down my legs, the soft material brushing against my skin. It drops to my feet, and I lean down just enough to lift it discreetly, careful not to draw attention.He’s deep in conversation, oblivious to what I’m doing. His words are background noise, meaningless compared to the thrill racing through me. My heart pounds as I glance around, confirming no one’s watching. Leaning forward across the table, I catch his attention, his curious gaze locking onto me.“Lilly?” he asks, his head tilting slightly in confusion.Without a word, I reach out and slip my thong into the pocket of his jacket. His eyes follow my movements, widening as realization dawns. His mouth falls open slightly, his breath hitching.“We

Callum POVWhen I reach the hotel, I lay her gently on the bed, her soft breaths hitching only slightly as I strip away her clothes and tuck her beneath the covers. I can’t stop myself from brushing her hair back, my fingers lingering on her face as I take her in. She looks so small, so vulnerable, and it’s my fault. I should have known better.Stripping off my own clothes, I climb into bed beside her. My arms wrap around her instinctively, pulling her close as I bury my face in her hair. Sleep evades me entirely, my thoughts running in relentless circles. I can’t stop replaying the events of the night. I ruined it. I let my own arrogance and recklessness hurt her. Tonight was my fault. How the fuck didn’t I think? I found her in that alley, vulnerable and exposed—I should’ve known better. I should’ve stopped it before it began.This is on me, every single part of it. Nothing I do can erase what happened tonig

Lilly’s POVThe rain drums softly against the window, a steady rhythm that does little to calm the storm brewing inside me. I stare at my reflection, watching the raindrops race down the glass. Everything feels off. The apartment is too quiet, too still, and the absence of Callum’s presence makes the silence deafening.I tug my cardigan tighter around me, trying to fight the chill that creeps through my body. It’s not just the cold. It’s everything—the weight of the past few days, the lingering fear, the confusion swirling in my mind.Callum.I can’t stop thinking about him. The way his eyes darken when he’s angry, the way he’s always there, steady and strong, even when I’m spiraling. But there’s something else, too—something that’s been eating away at me for days. His distance. The way he shuts down whenever I try to talk about anything serious. And I know I should confront him, but