Hooked Up With My Boyfriend's Best Friend

Stephenie subconsciously tightened her grip on the glass of juice as she heard Alan. It never occurred to her that she had moaned so loudly the night before. Not to mention that John didn't recognize her voice, which she found odd.

With that in mind, Stephenie turned to Alan and asked, "Was John drunk last night?"

Alan, who was a seat separated from her due to John and wearing glasses, smiled politely and replied, "No, he wasn't. Don't worry, Stephenie. I'll look after him for you."

John leaned closer into Stephenie's ear and whispered, "Baby, I really did what you told me last night."

Meanwhile, the rest continued to tease Edward. Eason nudged Edward slightly and chaffed, "Good job, bro! You told us you'd go back to make up for some sleep, but you just actually wanted to have fun right a day after you came back."

Edward's grandfather had sent Edward to Australia for some reason two years ago, and he had just returned to Woodlake City the other day.

"It was boring, and she was difficult to deal with," he said slowly, his slender fingers playing with glass and staring at it.

His every word heavily fell on Stephenie's ears, and her brows twitched. But she wasn't sure if he simply didn't care about her presence or if he said it on purpose for her to hear.

Last night, Stephenie thought she did a good job pretending it wasn't her first time, but it turned out that he easily saw through her trick.

"But you still went on it?" Eason pried, which was unusual as he wouldn't take such a topic seriously, thinking that taking one's first time only brought trouble. Furthermore, he believed that even though virgins were like fresh, pure flowers, they lacked experience, resulting in unsatisfactory performance and pleasure. However, with Edward's words, the girl appeared to be a virgin, with whom Edward had impossibly tangled, so Eason's interest was suddenly aroused.

But before Edward could respond, John suddenly interjected, "Hey, Stephenie is here. Drop the topic, please."

Not wanting to tarnish his reputation in front of the ladies, he quickly dropped the subject, smiled at Stephenie, and defended himself. "Don't get me wrong, Stephenie; John and I are strictly controlled by our wives; it's only Edward who likes to play around. But we're now advising him to settle down."

Hearing how the latter attempted to clean up his name and tainted his, Edward cast a sidelong glance at Eason, sneered, and challenged, "Try if you can. Introduce someone who can control me."

"Didn't your family set you up with..." Eason uttered, but soon zipped his mouth when Edward threw a dagger-like glare at him.

After brunch, they went to pick up the bride. Upon arriving at the place, the bridesmaids were also present, so as agreed upon, Eason introduced them to Edward and let him freely choose who he wanted to be his partner.

Earlier, after Edward told Eason his preference, the latter advised the former to first establish a relationship with the bridesmaid. But Eason's efforts were not needed because the moment Edward appeared, he had already captured the attention of every bridesmaid. Well, it wasn't surprising, given that Edward stood out among the five groomsmen, despite the fact that they were all wearing the same suits.

Stephenie couldn't deny that fact as well, but as far as she remembered, when John and Edward were chosen as the "Dashing Duo" by schoolgirls in Woodlake, John had gained more fans by then. But now, Edward had clearly and quietly surpassed John.

"What's the matter with your shirt?" John queried upon noticing Edward's shirt.

The groomsmen's attire was unified, with a suit and a shirt inside. But Edward was not wearing that shirt.

Looking at his shirt, Edward remembered the last night and implicitly answered, "A thief stole it."

Stephenie was close enough to hear their conversation that when Edward said the word "thief," she knew he was referring to her, making her face flush instantly. Indeed, taking something without the owner's permission was no different than stealing, so technically, she was a thief. But it was not her intention; Stephenie just couldn't bring herself to face him after sharing that intimate scene with him, so she randomly grabbed one of his shirts and flew away before he got out of the bathroom. As such, she didn't notice that it was for the wedding ceremony; besides, he had too many clothes in his cabinet for her to notice.

"What?" asked John, perplexed.

Luckily, the bridesmaids were asking something, and Edward noticed it, so he tilted his head in their direction, motioning John to attend to their needs.

Meanwhile, Eason had to complete a series of 'challenging tasks' before he could pick his bride up from the suite and bring her to the hall for the wedding ceremony. The first task was to get through a door full of trickery games devised by the bridesmaids.

As a good friend, John bravely and actively participated in every game to help Eason rescue his bride so he could marry her. The first game he participated in was push-ups, in which he was assisted by Alan. However, he quickly became exhausted and collapsed into Alan's arms. Then it was followed by a chocolate-eating contest, in which Alan was once again his partner. In that game, their hands were tied behind their backs, and the chocolate was hanging in the air by a thread. Their goal was to consume the entire chocolate bar using only their mouth. But because the chocolate was only hung by a thread, it occasionally swayed, making it hard for them to eat it. As a result, their lips sometimes landed on each other's, causing everyone to burst out laughing and cheering. However, Stephenie, who was watching the game, couldn't stomach the scenes and immediately left the area.

She'd be one of the laughing and cheering crowd now if she hadn't seen John's explicit chat records and intimate photos with Alan on his phone. But her eyes were now wide open with the truth—her boyfriend's true identity. And seeing John and Alan hooked up together in the name of friendship now, she couldn't help but feel miserable.

Nowadays, men cheat on their girlfriends with other women or, in some cases, men.

After five minutes of sitting on the toilet cover and calming herself down, Stephenie finally went out of the cubicle and washed her hands. Unexpectedly, she ran into Edward as she exited the restroom.

Edward leaned against the railings on the balcony next to the bathroom, facing inside. His towering stature was enhanced by his dark suit. He was wearing a silver stainless steel watch in his left hand, clipping a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and swiping his phone screen with his right.

Against the grey and gloomy sky in the background, he seemed melancholy, as if he was in a bad mood.

Hearing a door creak, Edward automatically raised his head in its direction. Doing so, his adam apple protruded, adding to the sexiness of his appearance.

For a brief moment, his emotionless, indifferent eyes met Stephenie's, but he quickly returned to his phone and continued to browse as if nothing had happened.

As Stephenie was ashamed of what had happened the night before, she wanted to walk away quietly, but she suddenly remembered something. "I'm the one who took your shirt. I didn't have time to wash it today, so I'll just send it to the laundry tomorrow and return it to you afterward."

With what she said, Edward returned his gaze to her again and put his cigarette into his mouth, causing the thin white smoke slowly puff out of his thin lips. His eyes then boldly scanned her body and commented, "The skirt is good. It's better than the one last night."

Stephenie instinctively looked at her skirt. It had a slit at the side as its style. Seeing this, she soon realized he preferred implicit sexiness.

But she couldn't fathom why he suddenly commented on his skirt. So, she just ignored it and pulled the topic back. "How can I return your shirt? By delivery, or..." Stephenie asked, but she was abruptly cut off by Edward.

"I don't lend things for free," he stated calmly and restrainedly.

After a few seconds, she understood what he meant and found him ridiculous. Hence, she scoffed, repeating what he had said earlier, "Didn't you say it was 'boring' and I'm 'hard to deal with'?"

Using his words against him, Edward's eyebrow shot heavenward and remarked, "What a sharp hearing you have."

"Thank you," Stephenie sarcastically replied. Then she bluntly added, "And you're annoying, by the way."

Edward squinted at her. "No matter how boring it is, it at least solved our crying needs," he snapped as the cigarette between his fingers burned quietly.

After all, Stephenie initiated it, so she had no choice but to accept all of his comments without questioning or refuting him.

Unable to snap back at him, she soon turned around to walk away. Suddenly, she heard John's voice faintly, calling her name and looking for her. But before Stephenie could respond, Edward's arm snaked around her waist from behind and dragged her into the bathroom. After they had entered, he pinned her to the wall and looked down at her. With a distance of only two fingers, he chuckled and asked, "Do you want to play?"