All Chapters of Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Jace POVI walk in with them, heading straight for the normal club. It’s quiet. Too quiet. “Where are your customers?” I ask Dante, glancing around the empty space.“It’s closed for now,” Dante replies. “With the wedding tomorrow, we shut it down until after everything’s over. The strip club doesn't reopen until after the weddings either.”I nod. Makes sense.“How are things?” Dante looks at me with that knowing expression. “You’ve barely called.”“Good,” I answer. “The businesses are doing fine. No major issues to report.”Callum snickers from beside him. “He meant the whole Serena thing. And living with Rich.”I sigh. “I don’t live with him. He’s in the other apartment.”“On the same floor,” Dante points out. “He works with you. He lives near you.”“Fine,” I mutter. “He’s alive. Does that answer your question?”Dante chuckles. “I’m just surprised either of them are alive after that last phone call.”I groan at the memory. I’d been trying to talk to Dante about serious matters when S

Jace POVAs the night goes on, the room becomes a blur of laughter, clinking glasses, and the buzz of old friends catching up. Dante and Callum drift between groups, soaking in their final night of freedom before their weddings, while others join in various drinking games. It’s all loud, lighthearted chaos.Eventually, the crowd begins to thin out. Dante and Callum step out for a while, and others gravitate toward the gaming tables. The noise quiets to a low murmur, the kind of background buzz that fades when your mind starts to wander. I find myself alone at a corner table, the half-empty whiskey glass sitting in front of me as I idly trace a pattern in the condensation. I’m maybe too drunk, I don’t remember a lot of tonight, just Dante handing me shots like it was juice.“You look like someone stole your wallet and your dog,” Rich says, settling into the chair across from me without invitation. His tone is light, but his gaze sharpens on me as he grabs a glass and pours himself a sh

Serena POVI walk into the room and my eyes immediately land on Lilly and Luna. We’ve done a few video calls together before, but seeing them in person is different. Luna is the first to react, springing up from her seat and coming straight over to pull me into a hug.Luna introduces me to the others, pointing out a few names as we walk further into the room. A small group of women sit in a circle of couches and chairs, chatting quietly. They each give a friendly wave or nod, and I offer a polite smile in return. Luna explains who’s who, though I’m not sure I’ll remember everyone’s name by the end of the night.Meanwhile, Lilly is still in her chair, completely absorbed in a book. She hasn’t even glanced up since I came in. It’s not until Luna calls her name that she finally looks over. Her face lights up when she sees me, and she closes her book carefully before coming over and giving me a warm hug.“Finally! You’re here,” Lilly says with a grin. “We were starting to think you’d gott

Serena POVI’m maybe a little drunk, but not that drunk. Hugging Luna and Lilly, I walk out and head to the place I’m staying with Jace. As soon as I step inside, I throw myself onto the bed.Not long after, the door opens and Jace walks in. He gives me a lopsided smile and makes his way over, collapsing onto the bed beside me.I kiss him softly, smiling. “Have fun?”He mumbles something unintelligible, which just makes me laugh.“So much for not drinking much,” I say, nudging him with a smirk.“Blame Dante,” he groans. “He gave me the shots.”I raise a brow. “Dante? Wait, so this wasn’t Rich? I’m shocked. Did he actually behave for a change?”Jace rubs his face and lets out a long groan. “He’s probably more sober than I am. Don’t ask me how.”Yep, he’s wasted. Shaking my head, I climb off the bed and help him sit up so I can get his clothes off. His smile grows wider as I tug at his shirt.“No,” I warn, “don’t get any ideas. You need sleep or you’ll look like death at the wedding tom

Jace POVI watch her disappear into the bathroom, the sheet trailing behind her. As soon as the door closes, I lean back against the headboard, running a hand through my hair. “What the hell, Rich?” I grumble, turning my glare on him.He’s standing there with a coffee cup in one hand and a mischievous grin that I’m too tired to deal with. “You’re welcome for not barging in earlier,” he says, handing me the cup.I take it, wrapping both hands around it, and let the warmth sink in. “You could have waited a little longer. Or, I don’t know, knocked before coming back in.”“Where’s the fun in that?” He slumps into the armchair in the corner, watching me with that unshakable smirk. “You’re way too easy to mess with in the morning.”I take a long sip of coffee before responding. “I was already hungover. Now I’m just annoyed.”“Annoyed is better than dead, and I like living, so…” Rich trails off, still grinning. “Besides, you wouldn’t kill me. You like having me around too much.”I groan, but