SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 147

- HAZEL -

I had a shower. I needed to wash my thoughts away and prolong the time it would take me to have breakfast hoping that maybe, just maybe, Killian would be at the table waiting for me.

Then I’d join him and eat with him till the right time to bring this up arrives. I don’t want to eat alone or look over that table and see no one staring back at me. It’ll get lonely.

I sigh, walking down the stairs, hair slightly damp and glued to my skin while putting on his shirt. No lights are on, walking through this path makes his home seem so desolate of any living presence but we’re both in here so why is everywhere so dark?

Is he even home? I can’t tell. He didn’t give me any details of his whereabouts at all. He just said he’d join me.

I sigh and make my way to the kitchen first before heading to the dining. The kitchen is nicely clean as always. It doesn’t even look like anyone cooked in here nor does it look like any of the appliances have ever been touched. I’m the woman here yet he seems to have every trait I should be having and he sees nothing wrong with it. So many men would usually have a word or two to say that won’t be very pleasant but he’s said none. He told me not to worry because he’ll do the cooking for us. He said he’d gladly do it while caressing my fingers.

A pink tint forms on my cheeks.

Killian’s appreciation of me always warms my heart. It’s more reason why I need to talk to him about my mistake in the group chat. If there’s anything he could do to delay Kate’s coming, even if it’s just for a little while, I’d be glad.

I clench my fists by my sides and bite my lower lip. I am a selfish being who’s discarding the feelings of the people I care about for my own sinful desire but I can’t help it. No matter how scary the outcome, I can’t stay away from him. And just that fact scares me.

I head to the dining room and I waltz around the chairs of the dining table. Different kinds of food outlined the thin lace fabric that decorated the dining table. Each meal was covered with domes and a ceramic dish with cutlery and glass cups arrangement tainted the ends of the table meant for the two of us to seat at, opposite each other. A smirk forms on my face. Killian placed serviettes nicely on the plate.

I pull a chair out. The room is so quiet that the scrape of the chair’s foot on the floor resounds through the walls. My throat suddenly feels dry. I don’t like this. I immediately push the chair back in.

Maybe I should look for Killian. He could be home. Maybe in his office. . . The one I met him and Asami in. I take a deep breath. It’s just been a day yet it feels like weeks have passed since I caught them together.

My mind is still trying to get over the situation and knowing me, I can tell I am doing a pretty good job and for this reason, I cannot afford there to be another woman breathing on my neck while telling me stories of her lover despite this woman being his fiancée. Despite her being my best friend.

I dread this thought whenever it fazes my mind. I can’t help but think I’m involved in a dangerous game, one I’d be sure to lose if word gets out. After all, I’m just a girlfriend while she’s engaged to him. What if, if this thing Killian and I share does indeed come to light, the reveal pushes her to insist on a quick marriage? Will Killian decline or will I progress to being his unabashed mistress?

My lips form a line. I don’t want to dwell on this way more than I should, I could hurt myself. I take a deep breath, refocusing my mind on my earlier thought of finding Killian.

If my phone was with me, I’d call but I left it upstairs. Life. I chuckle under my breath. I first head to the living room, examining the room hard and long enough like it would magically make his body pop out from thin air.

A grumble averts my attention to my stomach. I am hungry, that’s for sure. Maybe I should eat first. Who knows if my search would be futile after all? And to think of holding in this hunger much longer-

My poor belly would suffer.

Shameful how I forget everything I deem important when food is involved, I call this my super power! Haha.

“Well if it isn’t the красота.” An unfamiliar masculine voice makes me turn around in awe. Descending down the stairs is a man I’ve never seen in my life.

[Translation: Beauty]

His pose is alarming, one hand is raised as a finger plays with a portion of his hair. Something about his perfect build and overlay gives a striking aura. A choking one that seizes the air of the room. His dark purple, fine suit screams olden days royalty. It is laced with golden chain strings and buttons arranged in order, not so much that it makes his look ‘too much’ which would cause a disruption to his outfit blend, but just enough that it passes a message through his dressing. His dark pants fits his legs adequately. It’s not tight, but just the right amount. Anyone can see his muscle build from a hundred meters away and dare I admit that I see it too?

I may have read too much books that it has messed with my mind but this man, his body, hair and attire included, is fitted with that drawn in manwhas but with a touch of modernity. This man is beautiful. The confident smile on his face also beautiful.

This has to be the first time I have studied a man other than Killian long enough to notice these minute details. Whoever this stranger is, and however he made his way here; which is alarming so to add, he is the definition of eye candy.

I am on edge. I want to ask how he got in here in the first place but the moment I open my mouth, the first thing that spurts out leaves me stunned. “Manwha fan much?”

This was a direct slap in the face. I blame it on his pretty eyes and lashes and that dumb, yet cute as heck diabolic smile of his.

A deep chuckle echoes in the living room. “You’re just as they say you are. A pleasure to meet you.” He says, advancing towards me.

My sixth sense is perturbing. My feet voluntarily takes a few steps back. ‘They’? Who are ‘they’?

Who is this man and how does he know me? My brows furrow. His icy, yet warm, controlled quietness is starting to petrify me.

What on earth is he doing here? My eyes search the room warily. And where the heck is Killian? I possibly can’t be alone in this house with this being.

A gentle clonk of hard shoe soles reverberates in my ears as he takes a step forward. This makes my heart beat violently in my chest. I wish I was with my phone, at least then, I’d be able to sneak an emergency call.

A lump forms in my throat. Fear is the best medicine for hunger, I don’t feel hungry anymore.

“Relax, kitten,” Referring to me by that is alarming. Only Killian can call me that but I don’t say a word. “I don’t bite.”

My body falls back on the sofa. I’ve been moving backwards as he moves forward while keeping my eyes on him that I totally forgot about my environment.

“Stay back.”

He raises a brow in amusement. “Did I scare you off, kitten?”

DON’T CALL ME THAT!

“Refrain from referring to her that way and stay away from the girl, Owen.” Killian’s voice brought ease to my heart. I want to run to him but my legs remain glued to the sofa. Maybe it’s a good thing.

I avert my gaze to the direction his voice came from. This is the first time I’ve seen Killian look so serious without a hint of a smile on his face. And he’s staring right at the person he referred to as Owen.

Owen takes a step back, both his hands are raised, forming an angle ninety with his shoulder. “Just a tease from an old time friend.” He still has that smirk on his face as he withdraws back. If Killian wasn’t around, what would he have done to me?

“You’ve overstayed your welcome. увидимся позже.”

What the fuck did he say? I stare at Killian, puzzled.

[Translation: See you later.]

“увидимся позже.”

Huh? Why the non English part? What don’t they want me to hear? The man turns to face me, making my eyes widen and breath hitch.

“It was a pleasure to meet you.”

Yeah, sure, get your ass out of here! I keep my face neutral. Being around him is unsettling. I’d rather he left.

Footsteps trail out the room as he leaves. The moment I hear a door open and close, I let out an exhale.

“Oh kitten,” Killian calls, walking to me. He stretches a hand which I grab onto. Killian raises me up with a gentle pull. “Did I keep you waiting for so long?”

Oh no, ain’t no way you’re changing the awkwardness in the room that easily. Who was that man and how does he know me? Obviously through you, but how much do you actually talk about me for him to know the pet name you gave me?

Why am I asking the questions I want to ask him in my head and not to him?

“Come, join me for breakfast.” Killian puts an arm around my waist, holding me to him as he walks me to the dining. That hand of his has its way of making me smile.

I clear my throat the moment he pulls out a chair for me to sit. I sit and he pushes the chair back in carefully before making his way to the other side of the table.

Killian is removing the domes. I get lost in a trance as I watch him serve the two of us.

Something is fishy, I don’t know what but I can sense it.