Craving My Best Friend’s Man

THE CONFESSION

Chapter Five

Ann’s POV

“I think… I’m starting to like Clinton.”

Silence filled the room.

Then..

“Wait… what?” she said, sitting up properly. “Your best friend’s boyfriend?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I admitted softly. “I didn’t plan this. I didn’t want this. But every time I think about him…”

My voice trailed off.

“Elena, I feel guilty already. I haven’t even done anything, but it feels like I’ve already betrayed her.”

She watched me for a few seconds, then sighed and moved closer.

“Relax,” she said. “Feelings are not a crime. You haven’t done anything yet.”

“But what if I do?” I asked quietly. “What if I can’t control it?”

A small smile appeared on her lips.

“Then you control yourself,” she said. “Or… you use it.”

I frowned. “Use it?”

“You said you wanted to grow your t****k page, right?” she continued casually. “Do a dance video with him. That’s all. Keep it professional.” Get your fame and move on.

“And Angel?” I asked.

Elena shrugged, already heading to the kitchen.

“Tell her the truth… but not the full truth.”

I frowned.

“With food in her mouth, she added, “Just say you want to do a dance video with him. Simple.”

Just then, my phone rang.

Angel.

My heart skipped.

I jumped from the couch. "Angel is calling!" I screamed.

"Can you calm down before you pee on yourself? Catch your breath before you answer," Elena said, still eating.

She was right. My heart was beating so fast. I could literally hear it.

Hello Angel…

She asked how I was and if I was back from work.

Then she said Clinton invited her to his friend’s birthday party and wanted me to come.

I hesitated.

“I don’t think I can”

“Ann, please,” she said softly. “You’re the only person I talk to. Don’t let me feel lonely.”

Guilt washed over me immediately.

“Okay… I’ll come.”

“That’s why I love you!” she said excitedly.

"Oh please, you know I love you too. I would do anything for you."

Elena murmured in the background. "I can't hear you," I murmured back.

"Tell Angel about the dance," Elena whispered.

"This is your opportunity."

"Okay, Ann, I will talk to you later."

"Wait, Angel. I have something to ask."

"What is it?"

"I came across Clinton's dance class on t****k. You know how much I've been trying to go viral and grow my page. Can the three of us do a dance video? It might boost my page and help me go viral."

Angel laughed loudly.

You are funny, Ann. "You're still trying to grow that page with low views?"

"Angel, I don't want to give up. I must go viral."

"Don't worry, I'll talk to Clinton. But I'm not interested in these things. You know I'm not really a social media person. You and Clinton can just do it."

"Are you sure?" I asked, trying to sound calm.

"Yes, Ann. Anything that makes you happy makes me happy. I'll give him your number so he can chat with you. He'll tell you where to meet."

"Won't you be there?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. My team and I are traveling for a week. We need to carry out research at a noodle company. I'll be gone for a week, but I'll be back just in time for Clinton's friend's birthday party."

"Please take care of yourself."

“I will. Alright, Ann. Talk later. Bye.”

"So..." Elena dragged the word playfully as she sat close to me, winking.

"Oh please, stop it, Elena. I'm not in the mood for your jokes."

"But you got what you wanted," she said, pulling me back.

"Elena, give me breathing space, please."

"I won't. If not for me, you wouldn't be able to do anything. So you need to pay me."

I stared at her. "Elena, why is everything about money with you? Every time you help me, it's 'pay me.' Did someone put a spell on you with money? What do you even do with all this money?"

She laughed. "Oh please, like you don't like money."

"I do. But yours is too much. Don't let money deceive you."

"That's exactly what I'm looking for, a guy who will use money to deceive me," she said as she headed to the bathroom.

"Not my business," I muttered, reaching for my phone.

Clinton had already messaged.

"Hello, it's me, Clinton."

My heart jumped. What should I say?

I responded: "Clinton, good evening. I'm sure Angel told you everything."

"Yes, she did," he replied faster than I expected.

"I never knew you were interested in dancing."

"I've always loved dancing," I typed back, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.

"Okay, let's do the trending video on Wednesday. Just learn the dance steps."

"Alright. I'll have it perfected by Wednesday."

"I'm sure you will. You're smart."

Oh, this boy. He had a way of making my heart race.

"So, what are you up to?" he asked.

My heart skipped. Why was he asking? I thought we were only discussing the dance.

"Nothing much," I replied.

"Should we video call? Let me see your pretty face."

I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Elenaaaa!" I screamed.

She jumped from the bed. "Who beat you? Why are you shouting?"

"Elena, am I dreaming? Clinton wants to video call."

"Are you for real? Clinton is going too far," she said, frowning. "This is giving playboy vibes. Be careful, Ann."

I didn't listen. I grabbed my phone and ran to my room.

I scanned my closet and found my blue bra.

"Yes. This is perfect."

"You look beautiful," Clinton said. His eyes lingered on my cleavage.

"Thank you. You don't look bad either."

He wasn't wearing a shirt. His broad chest was on full display. His n*****s were pink.

I wonder how his d**k would be since his lips and n*****s are so pink.

"Oh my God, Angel is enjoying this," I muttered.

"Have you eaten?" he asked.

"Yes. You?"

"I ordered food."

"So you don't know how to cook?" I teased.

"Well, I can cook noodles."

I laughed.

"Well," I said, smirking, "I will help you bring food if we meet on Wednesday."

"That's nice. That's why you're a darling. My girlfriend is traveling tomorrow. It'll be tough without her because she's the one who always cooks for me."

"Don't worry. I've got you covered," I said, tilting my phone slightly, with my cleavages displaying.

"Alright, I have to make a business call, pretty. I will talk to you tomorrow. Okay?"

"Alright," I responded. I was kind of hurt that the call was ending so soon.

But he called me pretty. That made me so happy.

That night, I couldn't sleep.

I kept thinking about his chest. His lips. The way he looked at me with those piercing blue eyes. The way his voice dropped when he said "pretty."

How will I avoid this guy?

Is it even possible?

Why did he call me pretty?

So many thoughts. So much guilt.

And still... I couldn't stop smiling.

I had no idea it was about to ruin everything.