All Chapters of Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Jace POVThe air in the office is thick, the heat between us still lingering, but the moment is shattered by Rich dramatically throwing himself forward, gripping the arms of the couch like he’s just survived a plane crash.“I need therapy,” he announces, still not looking at us. “So much therapy. Possibly a full reset of my existence.”Serena giggles against me, her breath still uneven, her fingers curling lazily against my chest. I tighten my grip on her waist, keeping her exactly where I want her, my jaw twitching with satisfaction.Still hunched over like his soul has left his body, Rich finally turns his head slightly. “Are you two done? Can I live now?”“Not sure. Are you emotionally stable enough to be in this room with us?” Serena tilts her head, smirking.Rich lets out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Emotionally stable? After that? I don’t even think I’m physically stable anymore.” He stands abruptly, pointing at her like she’s personally responsible for his suffering. Which she is

Serena POVI step out of the elevator, finishing the last bite of the sandwich I grabbed from the kitchen upstairs. I had no idea how hungry I was until I sat down, but I’m feeling a little better now, less shaky, more grounded.Still, the second I get closer to the office door, I can tell something’s off. Jace and Rich are talking inside, their voices low and serious.I push the door open, and their conversation stops immediately. It’s obvious they were talking about me.Crossing my arms, I stand in the doorway. “Okay, I don’t know what you two were whispering about, but if you’re going to call me crazy for enjoying having two men at once, at least say it to my face.”Rich nearly chokes on his drink, his face turning red as he coughs and wheezes. Jace doesn’t even glance his way. His eyes are on me, sharp and watching.“You done eating?” he asks, ignoring my comment completely.“Sure. Deflect. That’s what you’re good at.”Rich finally recovers, shaking his head. “You have no filter,

Jace POVThe thump of the bass reverberates in my chest as I sit back, the dim lights casting long shadows over the dancers on stage. The corner of my eye catches movement, and I turn just in time to see Serena weaving her way through the tables.She’s scanning the room as she walks, her lips pressed together, her eyes sharp. I can already tell she’s irritated.When she reaches me, she pulls out a chair and drops into it, crossing her arms. “You’re watching women strip and dance,” she says, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you said you were working.”“I am,” I reply, leaning back.She lets out a short, mocking laugh. “Oh yeah? Watching women take their clothes off is considered work now?”I smirk, tilting my head slightly. “You sound jealous, firefly.”Her jaw tightens, and she immediately shakes her head. “No, I’m not. I’m confused. You said you were working.”My eyes flick over to the stage where one of the dancers sways under the lights, and I don’t miss the way Serena’s expression s

Jace POV – 1 Month LaterWalking into the office, I hear Serena laughing. Rich, the poor bastard, is sitting there as she applies bright pink makeup to his face.“I regret walking in here,” I mutter.“He lost!” she grins, adding another stroke to his already ridiculous-looking cheeks.I pause in the doorway, smirking as I watch her. She looks so damn happy. Healthier too. The last month’s been a ride, some highs, some lows, but she’s been staying on top of it. Keeping control.She knows how bad she was on those pills. I can see it in how she handles herself now. The manic highs still show up, but less and less as the weeks pass.“She cheated,” Rich grumbles, leaning back dramatically in his seat. “I’m convinced she’s hiding cards on her. Jace, strip her! Check for cards!”I laugh, shaking my head as I drop into a chair across from them. “If she is, I’ll make her pay for it later.” I wink at Serena, and she grins at me.“No cheating, I swear. For a change, I actually won!”She claps he

Serena POVI enter the room and strip immediately, kneeling on the floor, my hands resting lightly on my thighs. This has become second nature to me now. My eyes drift toward the restraints on the wall, then to the spanking bench. Familiar objects in a setting that’s become almost a second home.He’s going to tie me up. Jace always ties me up when we’re in this room. Maybe it’s with cuffs, maybe rope, he likes to keep it varied, but it’s always something.The door opens behind me, the soft creak of it making my pulse jump. I keep my gaze down, just as I’ve learned to do, listening instead to the measured sound of his footsteps. He moves slowly, deliberately, circling around me. I hear the faint scrape of something being picked up from the table, and then the soft rustle of fabric.Without a word, he steps behind me, the air shifting slightly. I feel the brush of cloth over my face as a blindfold slips into place. My world goes dark, and my other senses sharpen.“Stand,” he murmurs, hi