All Chapters of Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DanteI grab her phone, lift her hand, press her thumb against the sensor. It unlocks instantly, and I dive straight into her messages. I scroll past the unimportant names, the meaningless conversations, until I find him. Babes. That’s what she calls him. Babes. The word churns my stomach. I want to change it to something more fitting. Worthless. Useless. Because that’s all he is. He doesn’t deserve her, doesn’t know how to handle her, doesn’t see her the way I do.I scroll through the messages, and each one makes me angrier. His replies are pathetic. There’s no fire, no lust, no desperate need to please her, to make her his. How can he not see what he has? She’s practically begging for his attention, sending him messages that are dripping with desire, and he brushes her off like she’s nothing.My eyes land on one message in particular, right after she sent him a picture of herself in the bath, her hand between her thighs. I read it slowly, savoring each word, imagining her writing it

Luna POVWe end up spending the morning talking, laughing, and trying to process it all. But despite the distractions, I can’t shake the gnawing feeling in my chest. Still no message from Justin. No birthday wish. No explanation. Has he really forgotten? Or is this his way of showing he’s still mad about the puppy?The uncertainty sits heavy in my heart, making me wonder if I’ve been chasing the wrong kind of attention all along.The entire day has slipped away like sand through my fingers, disappearing along with Lucy. It’s almost eerie how quiet everything has become. I haven’t heard a single word from Justin. No Happy Birthday. No message at all. I can’t wrap my head around it—how could he forget? My mind whirls in confusion as I sit there, my eyes lingering on the pile of gifts from my stalker, their presence so loud in the silence.Every inch of me recoils at the sight of them. Part of me wants to throw them away—again. But I know it won’t matter; it didn’t work last time. Nothin

Dante POVLeaving Luna’s apartment that night, I headed straight to work, but my mind never left her. I couldn’t help but replay every moment, every taste of her. I groan, the memory of her warmth against my tongue flooding me with an intensity that’s both thrilling and maddening. She didn’t even scream when she woke to find me there, my mouth clamped around her, devouring her sweetness. I was lucky—so damn lucky—she didn’t freak out. But that’s Luna… she’s so perfect, even in her innocence.I’m pulled from my thoughts as Jamie walks into my office. His timing is impeccable, as usual, and I know why he’s here. He’s been hounding me about keeping my distance, about not giving in to my obsession, but he doesn’t get it. I’m too deep. I’ve crossed that line, and there’s no coming back.“You didn’t have a meeting booked,” I say, trying to brush him off.He laughs, the sound dripping with irony. “Because you stopped updating me and disappeared. Which tells me one thing—you’ve given in to th

Dante POVI move further into the apartment, scooping up our little dog, the one I gave her. Little Bear wags his tail lazily, content in my arms. My guess is she’s gone to see Lucy. It makes sense; no one wants to be alone on their birthday. And yet, here I am, ensuring she’ll never truly be alone again.I walk toward her bed and notice a book lying on the nightstand—Sick for Them. A smirk tugs at my lips. She has a taste for dark things, darker than she lets on. I flip to the page where I last left off, getting lost in the story, just like I always do when I’m here. Sitting on her bed, reading her books—hours melt away while she’s out living her life, oblivious to how intertwined our worlds have become.But I lose track of time. I don’t hear her car pull up, don’t even notice her footsteps. The first sign that she’s back is the sound of the door unlocking. My heart leaps into my throat. Quickly, I close the book and place it back on the nightstand, darting toward the closet. This wa

Luna POVI wake up pressed against a body, my heart immediately racing. The room is still cloaked in darkness—those blackout curtains must still be drawn tight. I should be getting ready for work, but my mind can’t focus on anything other than the weight of him next to me. Slowly, I lift my head, my breath catching when I see it—his hooded mask, still covering his face.Every instinct screams at me to stop, but my hand shakes as I reach out, inching closer to the mask. I barely manage to lift it over his nose when his hands snap up, grabbing mine. His eyes fly open, pinning me with a sharp, predatory gaze. “Don’t do that, little deer,” he warns, his voice low, sending a shiver of both fear and excitement down my spine.I let out a shaky sigh, dropping my hand. “Why won’t you let me see you?” My voice trembles, but I can’t help the thrill beneath the fear. “You could show yourself, you know that, right?”“Not until the time is right,” he growls, his words rough, and that’s when I reali