Hooked Up With My Boyfriend's Best Friend

Under the dark sky, the entire city was illuminated by various colors of light emitted by numerous buildings, cars, street lights, traffic lights, and such.

Stephenie Green was looking out over the bustling city from the top floor of a skyscraper when her phone lit up with a message. Upon looking at it, it came from John Wilson.

John: [Baby, I'm still drinking with my friends, and it's gonna be all night. Don't wait for me anymore. Go to sleep now. Love you.]

Deadpanned, Stephenie replied: [Okay, don't get drunk.]

Just a second later, John texted back: [Okay, Babe.]

While Stephenie stared at the reply, she suddenly heard the bathroom door creak, followed by the sound of footsteps that soon stopped behind her.

Stephenie turned her head only to see Edward Smith with his wet hair combed back and a towel hugging his waist, revealing his well-defined muscles and making him even more attractive.

"I don't hang out with my friend's girlfriend," he said, but his eyes betrayed him, looking seduced as he stared at her filmy slip dress after she removed her down long jacket.

Stephenie closed their distance and replied, "But you still let me in."

Edward looked down at her and succumbed to her pure temptation, which was perfectly highlighted by her low-cut slip dress. Staring at it, his lips curved into a lascivious smirk.

Based on his smile, Stephenie thought Edward was now looking down on her. But she soon shook that thought off as she firmly believed that all men were the same. For her, no man would ever refuse a woman who was already throwing herself into him. Besides, Edward's reputation among John's friends had never been good. In fact, he was known as a playboy in their circle, but his girlfriend had no idea about it since no one had ever told her that her boyfriend of eight years was like that!

Putting that thought aside, Stephenie touched his chin with her index finger and snorted, "You're not friends. You don't even know that John is just hanging out with another good friend next door."

Edward's eyebrows shot up upon hearing her, but he didn't say anything. After all, it was not beyond everyone's knowledge that John and Edward were not close.

Stephenie leaned on his shoulder and stood on tiptoe to kiss him despite the fact that she was totally immature in this regard. She had no prior experience, so she relied solely on her instincts to determine what she needed to do. Surprisingly, it worked on Edward as his breathing became heavy and his body began heating up.

"So you're actually a devil dressed up as an angel, huh," he suddenly remarked in an emotionless tone, then pushed Stephenie to bed.

Although his tone was devoid of emotion, his words sounded mocking to Stephenie.

Unbeknownst to everyone, she had always been a conservative and traditional woman, never rebelling against anything. The only thing she fought for against her auntie was her relationship with John.

"Isn't it a good thing to be a bit naughty?" Stephenie asked, her back sinking into the soft bed and staring at her reflection in Edward's brown eyes. As she did so, she nearly didn't recognize herself due to the heavy makeup she was wearing.

With a hint of playfulness in his sharp, almond-shaped, cold eyes, Edward rubbed off some lipstick from the corner of her lips with his rough thumb.

During the coitus, no one dared to speak as they were so focused on and enjoying what they were doing.

In the middle of it, Stephenie suddenly remembered something her best friend Joyce had told her. According to the latter, experienced men knew how to please a woman. However, she couldn't relate to her friend at that time since John was her first love and vice versa. Thus, Joyce felt sorry for her, for that matter. But thanks to Edward for giving her a good experience tonight; she could finally understand what Joyce had said before. Edward was, indeed, a good choice.

But that fantasy didn't last long as Edward headed straight to the bathroom to take a shower as soon as he reached the climax, unabling them to cuddle afterward. It was a slap in the face to Stephenie because it only proved that no feelings were involved in that intercourse.

Even so, Stephenie didn't mind it as she also used him as a tool as he did to her. For her, it was simply releasing her repressed desires, and then she would return to her original as if nothing had happened.

Just like that, Stephenie got out of bed without feeling sentimental after Edward went into the bathroom. But upon picking up her clothes, she discovered that her skirt had been torn and could no longer be worn. Thus, Stephenie took Edward's shirt and wore it instead. Then she wrapped herself in her down long jacket and quietly exited the hotel the same way she had arrived.

Meanwhile, because Eason's wedding was the next day, John and his friends threw a bachelor party for him at the hotel where the ceremony would be held, and they all decided to stay there the entire night.

Hence, Stephenie came to that hotel again at noon the next day for the ceremony, but she happened to meet John in the restaurant where he was having his brunch. Upon seeing her, people started to tease her. "Are you here to check on John, Stephenie?"

Even though Stephenie didn't have even the slightest doubt about John, the latter affectionately snaked his arm around her waist and immediately defended himself, "They can testify that we didn't do anything stupid last night except drinking and chatting."

Stephenie chuckled and jokingly said, "How would I know if you guys aren't covering for each other?"

Suddenly, Eason waved in the direction behind Stephenie and shouted, "You are late, Edward! I can't believe you let the bridegroom wait for you."

Disheveled and only wearing hotel slippers, Edward slowly walked to his reserved seat, which was on Stephenie's right side.

As he walked past her, a familiar cold cedar scent filled her nose, reminding her of the coolness and sharpness of a snow-covered mountain. But instead of sensing coldness from him, his scent brought back the memory of the fiery night to her mind.

As Stephenie delightedly took the glass of juice John had poured for her, she heard Eason ask Edward.

"Aren't you the first one to go back to your room last night? And now you're the last to arrive. So, why do you look so tired?" Eason wondered, his forehead creased in perplexity.

But before Edward could say anything, John answered impliedly, "Edward, don't you dare say you had some special guests in your room last night."

Hearing the latter's tease, Eason became immediately excited and couldn't help but exclaim, "No way! Is it true?"

Alan Carter, who had just returned from the bathroom, heard the chaff and butted in, "Really, that woman's voice was very loud. I slept in the same room with John last night, next to Edward's, and I heard it faintly."