All Chapters of Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Callum POVIt’s been a week since I got home. A week confined to this apartment, not stepping foot outside. A week of Lilly trying to fix me. I’m not an idiot—I know what she’s doing. She’s using sex, pleasure, and intimacy to relax me, to make speaking easier. And it works, it really does, but it also feels... wrong somehow.Not that I’m complaining. I can talk now—not as smoothly as before, not as fast, but enough. I don’t need the damn phone to communicate anymore. Lilly’s been incredible, staying by my side after all the shit I put her through. After everything I’ve done, I don’t deserve her patience or her love.Honestly, I deserve to be left here to figure it out alone, to struggle with every step, every word, every damn thing. But I can walk now, at least a little. It’s not much, but it’s enough that she doesn’t have to help me to the bathroom anymore, and that feels like a small victory.“When do you plan to see her?” Dante asks, sitting across from me with a glass of whiskey

Lilly POVWhen we step into the apartment, the low murmur of voices greets us. Callum’s grip on my hand is firm—too firm. At first glance, it might look like he’s holding on for support to walk, but I know better. It’s desperation, plain and simple. His fingers dig into mine like he’s holding on for dear life.As we round the corner, Luna is sitting with Nevina. She smiles warmly and waves at us. Nevina, noticing the movement, turns toward us, her dark eyes assessing. They’re sharp, curious, and far older than they should be for a ten-year-old.“I’ll give you guys some space,” Luna says, rising gracefully to her feet. I nod at her, thankful for the gesture. She’s been spending a lot of time with Nevina, and it shows. Little Bear is curled up beside Nevina, fast asleep, and the scene feels oddly domestic, almost surreal.Callum doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word. He’s frozen, his body tense and his eyes flickering around the room like he’s searching for an escape route. I squeeze his han

Callum POVFor the first time in three months, I feel normal again—or as close to normal as I can get. The pain is gone. I can move freely, and my voice doesn’t betray me anymore, even when I’m frustrated or stressed. Tonight feels like a new chapter, one where I’m not defined by the scars of what happened.Wrapping a towel around my waist, I pause in front of the mirror. My reflection stares back at me, unfamiliar in some ways. My hands press against the cool countertop, steadying me, before they move to my chest. The scars are stark, a permanent reminder of the hell I endured.As I lose myself in thought, soft hands slide around my waist, and I feel her lips press against my shoulder. Her touch pulls me back, grounding me. A smile tugs at my lips as I meet her gaze in the mirror.“You should really wear a shirt...” Lilly mutters playfully, her voice teasing but warm.“I know,” I reply, smirking. “The sight will make people sick.”She moves around to stand in front of me, her express

Lilly POV Callum leans over me, his breath hot against my ear. “Remember, you can stop this at any time. But I don’t think you want to, do you?”I shake my head, words failing me as anticipation builds.He straightens, retrieving something from a nearby table. When he returns to my field of vision, I see he’s holding a feather in one hand and a wartenberg wheel in the other. “Let’s see how long you can stay quiet,” he says with a wicked grin.The feather traces delicate patterns across my skin, followed by the prickling sensation of the wheel. The contrasting sensations drive me wild, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Callum works methodically, covering every inch of exposed skin, occasionally dipping to more sensitive areas.Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he sets the implements aside. “You’re doing so well,” he praises, running a hand along my inner thigh. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”He signals to someone in the crowd, and a woman steps forward. She’s statue

Callum POVLilly’s weight is soft and comforting against me as I carry her back upstairs. Her body molds to mine, her arms draped lazily around my neck, her head resting on my shoulder. She’s half-asleep, clinging to me as though letting go would pull her from the warmth of the moment.As I step into the apartment, the quietness settles around us, broken only by the soft rustle of her breathing. I push the door to our bedroom open, slipping inside. Gently, I shrug off my robe and remove hers, ensuring she stays warm as I lay her down on the bed and cover her.Sliding in beside her, I feel her instinctively shift closer, her body curling into mine like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Her arms wrap around me, holding me tightly as though she never wants to let go.Grasping her in return, I press a kiss to her hairline and pull her impossibly closer. She nuzzles into my chest, her warmth spreading through me in a way that feels grounding.“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice so