SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 21 - TWENTY ONE

- KILLIAN -

It’s getting late. All the work I have to do later tonight will be a pain in the ass once I finish up here, drop Kate off and get back home but I can’t complain.

It’s part of the duties of a loyal fiancé. I took a bite from the steak on our table. Right now, we’re in a grill house. I still find it odd that she drinks but I can’t possibly stop her since she’s past the age for drinking. Unless it gets unbearable.

I almost puked when the taste sunk in my teeth. It’s raw. I leaned over to grap some serviettes and spat the piece of meat in there and folded the serviette.

Kate can’t cook. She didn’t even grill this properly. This will definitely be a reminder never to let her in my kitchen once we start living together.

I made a face. I can still taste the raw spices and steak in my mouth. I glanced at the table.

It’s a good thing there’s beer.

Putting all the pieces of steak back on the grill, I fed myself a lot of beer just to get the taste out of my mouth. I hate beer but it’s better than eating raw meat.

Kate walked back to the table with a tray of chips, sauce and salad. Throughout the day, she’s been grinning so hard that it made me feel a bit happy. Just a little bit.

All this fun and glitter and laughter and sweetness is just not for me. The things that make me happy is blood spilled on my skin due to me killing people.

I enjoy when people beg for their lives and I don’t show them mercy.

It’s simply fun. And although I am incapable of loving someone truly other than family, I know my values. I know what one must do to make someone feel loved and valued. The little things matter, they say.

"Are you having fun?" She giggled, setting the table. I don’t know who’s going to eat all these but I’m not complaining. I have the money to buy this grill if she wants it. All she needs to do is ask.

"Not so much but it’s the most I’ve had in weeks." I replied with a smile.

"That’s better than nothing." Kate sat by my side. She stared at the table then at the grill. "Where’s my meat?"

"It’s raw." I answered. She raised her fork above but I stopped her with mine. "Don’t even think about it. Eat the salad."

Her facial expression changed, she pours like a baby.

"Nothing is going to make me change my mind, cutie." I poked her nose. "You look so cute when you want something. Kind of makes me want to succumb to your wishes."

"That would be nice right about now." She said. I chuckled. The deepness of my voice was so thick this time.

"Don’t be ridiculous. Your health first."

She flashed me a fake grin and dipped a fry in her mouth. Kate coughed. "This thing is only good with ketchup."

I laughed under my breath. She bought it, she’ll eat it.

"Enjoy." I winked with a half smile. Something buzzed in my pocket. I sighed as I reached my hand out to get my phone.

I promised Kate I won’t use it today and it’ll be all about her but since the day is coming to an end and she’s satisfyingly happy, so this doesn’t count, right?

I unlocked my phone and checked my the notifications.

Tinder? I raised a brow. How the fuck do I have an request already when it was downloaded today? To be fair, I don’t want to check it but I have to. I rolled my eyes.

"Nuh uh. You promised no phones." Kate said full mouthed. She’s glancing at me.

"It’s different."

She held a finger up and swayed it to both sides. "No phones." She gulped and drank some beer. Steak, salad and beer? What other weird food mix will I discover because of her?

"It’s Tinder." I sneered.

Kate looked at me for a second, still eating. Despite this, I can tell she is enjoying the look of disgust on my face. She drank some water and wiped her lips dry with serviette before returning her gaze back to me. She stared at my phone then at me again and burst out laughing.

Or course it’s funny right now. We had this game earlier and I was forced to succumb to her needs all day without complaint whether I liked it or not. One of what she wanted was downloading this app and creating a profile.

I find it highly unsettling that my photos are on a dating app but I can’t delete my profile yet. At least not until the day is over and I am so excited that it soon will be.

"I can see you find this funny." I said to her. She’s still laughing.

"Hilarious is the word. It’s entertaining at most."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Remember, accept every request to meet up then give me your phone." She said. "I wonder what the look on their faces will be when they find out that the man they expected to see is me." She added.

Her brilliant plan was to show up in my stead and say she transgendered. And the picture they saw on my profile was me before the surgery. I still find that very unsettling but I can’t complain.

I stared at the profiles of every request I got and matched.

It bugs me how fast they are to text. My brows creased. One profile definition caught my attention.

I stared at the name then at the picture.

My jaw tightened after seeing the photo. It’s Hazel. I don’t know why it disturbs me that she’s on Tinder.

I don’t know which is worse. The knowledge that she’s on the app and probably will meet a lot of strangers who will throw themselves all over her or the fact that she requested to pair profiles with me and most likely with everyone who caught her fancy.

I don’t like either. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

I gazed at the description.

Hazel X, I read. She’s dumb for using her real name, no offense.

’18.

Life’s short, so why bother worrying about stuff?

Ons are my fav. Not looking for anything more than a fling. Dm if interested.’

[Ons - One night stands. Dm - Direct message]

My fists clenched. What the actual fuck? She’s giving herself out. There are a ton of humans out there who’ll mess around with her just because of this. And I know she knows.

I never thought I’d say this, but I’ve never been glad for a timing such as this one. Her profile says she’s five miles away.

’Hey.’ I messaged her. My leg is vibrating beneath the table. I am pissed off and I don’t know why this bothers me as much as this.

Maybe because she’s Kate’s friend and it’s only natural that I care.

Or because I don’t want anyone else touching her after me. My body froze at my thoughts. I doubt that’s the reason and if it is, it’s a very selfish reason and stupid one too.

I waited for a response.

I don’t have her phone number anymore so I can’t even call her. I wonder if she’s out on a date already. If she is, I wonder if Tinder shows it.

Come on, get on your phone, Hazel. My jaw clenched.

’Hi, lol.’

My eyes are fixed on the chat. She responded, thank goodness! If she did this quickly, then I doubt she’s on a date at the moment.

’What are you up to?’ I asked.

She sent a picture and I clicked on it. The network around here seems terrible because it’s taking longer than usual to load a fucking photo or I’m just that agitated.

’Come over and find out if you’re interested.’

Fuck! I have never had this much of emotion rushing through me all at once. One of them is one that I’m well accustomed with. Rage.

Right now, I’m staring at the picture in awe. Should I be worried that my student is involved in something like this?

Or this is just me trying to be decent after fucking her.

I shrugged my thought off. I’ve seen her naked once but too well to forget what she looks like. How nicely round and soft her tits are. Now I’m staring at them and although it electrifies my body, it also makes me angrier than I already am.

This could’ve been someone else. Hell, it could’ve been an immature person with no manners.

I swallowed.

’Where are you?’

She sent me her address. Typical Hazel, if I must say. She’s at a bar nearby a hotel. ’Don’t be late.’

Oh, you can be sure of that. I’ll be sure to put her in cuffs and throw her in my car trunk when we meet.

Again, I don’t know why this gets to me as much as this but I don’t think I have much time to think.

"Kate honey, I’ll leave first." I said and kissed her cheek.

"Already? Did something happen?" She asks, concerned.

Yes, but I can’t tell her why I’m leaving.

"I’ll call you." I dipped my hand in my pocket and brought out my wallet. I took out my credit card and placed it on the table. "Get anything you want and get home safely. There’s no limit on the card." I said to her and left.

I didn’t want to lie to her about my sudden leave because it happens to be her friend. I don’t know which will be more upsetting to her. Me seeing her Hazel’s upper bod without clothes or H

azel choosing to message me.

That’s another thing to come back to. Out of everyone on that app, why did she pick me? Why did she like my profile first?