Best Friend Obsession

“Samantha,” Denise called out, staring at her, “Do you think it’s possible to escape here?” Samantha’s face fell and Denise’s heart dropped.

“Denise, I know I’m still young but I’m smart enough to know not to run away from a man in the Mafia, especially if that man runs the mafia and was a leader. You know him, Denise, he can’t let you escape. Why don’t you try to talk to him? you both need to sort it off, this misunderstanding was just a challenge for the both of you since you’re already married. Don’t let that b*tch win, Denise. I know you love him. We already witnessed how Mike loves you, prove yourself to him as well, Denise.”

Denise then let out a defeated sigh. “I’ll talk to him, but not right now,” she said.

“It’s up to you, but don’t be sorry if Claire succeeds in her plan. I hear her talking to someone about making Mike love her. I think someone sent her sex drugs and she was going to use them on your husband. I think she was planning to get pregnant by Mike so that he would take full responsibility for them and be with him,” Samantha explained as Denise clenched her fist.

“F*ck, that b*tch,” she said as she clenched her teeth.

“Think about it, Denise. I’m telling you this since you’re my friend,” Samantha said, concerned as she tapped her shoulder.

~

The two spent their time apart, allowing each other to cool off, and by the time they met for dinner, it was late, and they went to bed soon after.

One of them, at any rate. Denise was agitated as she was affected by what Samantha had said to her.

“F*ck, I can’t sleep because of them!!” she exclaimed to herself as she stood up and hurried downstairs to get a glass of cold water.

She was about to enter the kitchen when she heard someone talking. She then came to a halt and hid in the corner. “Claire was on the phone with someone.”

“Ryan, I’ve already decided; I’m going to do this; I love him, and I’m going to do everything,” Claire said as she hung up the phone.

Denise then remained silent and observed her. Claire then added something to the juice and made a sandwich. Denise thought to herself, “I guess she put the sex drug on the juice.” “She’s getting on my nerves!”

Denise noticed Claire walking upstairs, smiling as if she was confident in her plan’s success.

“I’m going to stop you, b*tch,” Denise mumbled as she silently followed her.

Claire then entered Mike’s office, wearing a see-through tank top and high waisted thin shorts and a seductive smile.

“Mikey, I made you a midnight snack,” Claire said with a smile.

“Claire, please leave; my wife was upset with me because of you,” Mike pleaded, frustrated.

“That’s why I’m here; I just want to apologize; don’t worry, I’m leaving tomorrow; that’s why I prepared some snacks for my peace offering; and I’ll talk to your wife tomorrow before I leave so that you, too, can clear up your misunderstanding,” Claire said, her face sad.

“She was definitely a fake b*tch,” Denise thought to herself as she watched and listened to them from behind the slightly open door.

“OK, fine, I’ll take this, but please leave after I finish these snacks,” Mike said flatly to Claire. Denise then noticed Claire smirking in secret.

“OK, I promise. Drink it now,” Claire said with a smile.

Mike was about to drink the orange juice when Denise decided to enter the room, drawing Mike’s attention away from her.

“Don’t drink that f*cking juice, Mike! or I’m going to divorce you!” Denise exclaimed as Mike’s eyes widened at her words.

“F*ck! no way! Don’t divorce me, Denise! I swear I’m going to lock-” Mike didn’t finish his sentence when Denise approached and yanked him away from Claire.

“Stay here, don’t ever talk to that b*tch! She’s got something planned for you.” Denise said.

“N-No, D-Denise, it’s not what you think. It’s all a misunderstanding, come on Denise don’t be paranoid I’m just here for my peace offering,” Claire explained.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Really? then drink that juice,” Denise said as she raised her eyebrows at her.

“But I-I m-made that juice for Mikey,” Claire shuttered a little.

“No, he’s not going to drink it without my permission. That’s why I want you to drink it to prove yourself that it was all a misunderstanding,” Denise said as she smiled at her, sarcastically.

“Drink it now, Claire,” Mike said.

“But Mikey–”

“Drink it! don’t make me repeat myself, Claire,” Mike exclaimed.

Denise then laughed at her reaction. Claire rolled her eyes at her.

“Drink it now, my dear Claire,” Denise said as she smiled at her evilly.

Claire then picked the glass of juice, her hands were shaking as she sip a little.

“No, drink it all,” Denise said.

“You’re really doing it on—”

“Do what my wife said, Claire,” Mike said, his dark voice giving Claire a shiver as she hurriedly forced herself to drink all the orange juice.

“Very good, my dear Claire; now let us wait for the drugs to take effect,” Denise said with a smile. Claire has clenched both her teeth and her fist. She was fuming with rage.

“Let’s wait for 60 minutes, then let’s see if my wife was right or not,” Mike said as he sat down in her chair with Denise on his lap. Mike then set her timer and with for more than 60 minutes and Claire was starting to act strangely.

“F*ck you Denise, this is all your fault! you ruined everything!” Claire exclaimed as she hit her lower lip.

“Mike, ahhhhh. I want you now p-please help me ah,” Claire hisses as she caressed her bosoms, staring at him seductively.

“You disappoint me, Claire; I treated you as a friend, and now you’re planning all of this! You want to ruin my relationship with my wife! You’re such a slut,” Mike said, looking down at Claire.

“N-no! Mikey, please hear me out!”

“Ronnie! get her out of my place. Give her to our men to teach her a lesson,” Mike said as Ronnie entered the room and escorted Claire out.

“No!!! Mikey, please.. don’t do this!!”