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All Chapters of Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Chapter 281 - Chapter 282
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Getting The Truth
Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend/Billiejo Priestley
Jace POVWhen we get back to the clubs, I take her straight upstairs. That’s when the problem starts. I can already see it in the way she sits down, shifting restlessly, like the energy under her skin won’t settle.“Firefly, I need to work,” I explain, watching her closely.“That’s fine. I can wait for you.”I wish it were that easy. “I need to lock you back in the room.”Her head snaps up, eyes narrowing. “Are you fucking joking, Jace?”“I’m serious. You’re fine now, but that doesn’t mean in ten minutes you will be. So you either go in the room, and I lock you in where you’re safe, or you stay with me all night.”Her arms cross, her glare is sharp and challenging. “You can’t fucking force me.”She believes that? I move before she has the chance to fight back, grabbing her, lifting her as she screams and kicks. Carrying her into the room, I shove her onto the bed and move quickly, slamming the door shut and locking it before she can get back up.“Jace, please.” She pounds on the door,
Last Updated : 2025-03-07The Full Story
Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend/Billiejo Priestley
Jace POVI already know what comes next. The aftermath. What Dale’s dad did to her. But I don’t push. Not yet.Instead, I kneel in front of her, my voice steady. “Keep going, Firefly. Tell me the rest.”Serena’s whole body tenses like a coil wound too tight, her breathing shallow and uneven. Her fingers dig into her arms, nails pressing hard enough that I think she might break the skin.“I don’t—” she starts, but her voice cracks, and she swallows hard before trying again. “I don’t know how long it lasted. Time didn’t feel real anymore.”I stay quiet, my fists clenched at my sides as I watch her struggle to force the words out.“He didn’t stop,” she whispers. “Not after Paul. Not after I was shaking so bad I couldn’t hold the gun anymore. He just kept talking to me like I was some kind of fucking pet. Telling me I did good. That I was a good girl for listening. That he’d make it all feel better.”Her shoulders shake, and I want to stop this. I want to tell her she doesn’t have to say
Last Updated : 2025-03-07
