Hooked Up With My Boyfriend's Best Friend

"I don't hang out with my friend's girlfriend."

Edward Smith stared at Stephenie Green’s body as she removed her jacket, revealing her flimsy slip dress. Ardor and desire pumped through his veins, almost forgetting what he had just said a few seconds ago.

The woman slowly closed their distance. "But you still let me in," she whispered.

A devilish smirk formed on the side of his mouth.

"Besides, you’re not friends. You don't even know that John is just hanging out with another good friend next door."