SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 169

- HAZEL -

Headphones are plugged over my head. I’m humming a tune as I listen to music. My old, but favourite; Morally grey, the refined version where the artist does a collab with another, a male, and dare I say every single lyrics in his part is the perfect definition of what Killian does to my body? My God, I’ve missed this.

They say sex is the best way to start a day, now I can confirm that it’s true. I can’t stop grinning. I can’t stop being happy. I can’t stop feeling this way, feeling attached to someone this way. It’s different from anything I’ve felt before. And genuinely, in all honesty, it feels good.

New. Refreshed. Like a breath of fresh air. This is the kind of relationship people refer to as healthy. Well, partially. It would be healthy if an ex wasn’t involved and if he isn’t engaged to my best friend.

Now that I talk think about it, I need to talk to him about it. It’s only reasonable that way. Killian and I have come a long way so I wonder, when it comes down to it, who will he choose? Me? Or his fiancé.

I let out a heavy breath.

That’s an answer I dread knowing but need to to determine the next step forward. Who knows? If he chooses me, maybe a mutual understanding can spring up and I can tell Kate about it myself. I just need some time.

A lot of time. Just thinking about this is making me pant nervously through my mouth. I try to breathe steadily by taking deep breaths. My fingers begin to intertwine with silent claps voluntarily as I proceed forward. I’m not sure this breathing technique is helping me in the slightest but I’m not stopping. There’s nothing wrong with a lady trying her luck when an agitating thought drops in her head.

“Well isn’t it my favourite human.” This voice. . . My body comes to a halt at the sound of her voice. A small arm hangs over my shoulder, pulling me closer. It’s Asami. She’s dressed casually in a baggy, peach coloured set sweatshirt with hoodie and sweat pants and as usual, a cap hangs on her head, blocking most of her face from view.

My body is stiff. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you, let’s have a walk and talk, shall we?” She nudges me forward, forcing me to move. Like her signal is imprinted in my mind, my body follows her order like a dog without question. “Now that’s a good girl. Very obedient.”

I don’t move any other part of my body but my legs to walk and nor say a word. I’m only obedient because I fear you, I reply to her in my head. Whenever you’re around, my brain gives this danger warning in bold and the rest of my body plays along with it.

“Ease your body up. We’re just two acquainted people having a walk.”

I want to nod but I can’t even move my head. I am that terrified. Was her staying away for a week only temporary? Is this her way of letting me know that she left me only because she wanted to but I should remember that she’s here, always watching me? If it is, the message has been passed across. I can’t believe that even for a second, I thought I was free from her.

“Like I said, I’m not here to hurt you. I’m done actually. Done playing this mad hatter game what you. I mean, you’re just a kid, right?” A hand smacks my shoulder as she says carefreely. freёwebnoѵel.com

“Y. . . es.” I murmur, keeping my tone low.

“Glad we have an understanding.” Asami continues. “Where are you headed, left of right?” She asks. This makes me raise my head up to look ahead of me. I already stare at the floor when she’s this near, the reason being fear and my display of respect.

“Straight.” I say.

“Then let’s keep walking.” Her voice is raspy. “Feel comfortable with me, girl, huh?”

I swallow. How do I feel comfortable with the one person who almost pushed me down a building and inflicted injuries not just on my body but on my mind as well? “I will.” hums out my mouth. I have no choice but to tell her what she wants to hear.

“See the problem now is,” oh no. What now? She’s not even done speaking but I’m already in fright. “I genuinely want to let you off from the bottom of my heart but my boss wants something else so I got to do this.” My throat tightens. I’m sure she forgot to mention that she must be her own boss as a matter of factly. “I won’t harm you physically but I can get into your head.” Asami cooes. She lets go of my and raises her chin up. I finally sight her face.

Sorry to burst your bubble but you’re already ruining the smallest bits of my mind, Asami. My jaw clenches. Too bad I can’t confidently shove her away or direct my thoughts at her. I want to live so in as much as I hate her, I will keep my mouth shut.

“Your best friend is coming.” My eyes widen in horror. “Now it would be a shame to have your cat out of the bag even before she gets here.” Asami holds a phone out showing me the screen. Typed in bold is Kate’s phone number.

How is she always one step ahead of me? Why does nature hate me and make my life suck each time?

“You have a week to end things with Killian.” Asami holds the phone to her face for a second then points it back at me. On the screen are photos of Killian and I being intimate. Naked and intimate. My heart skips a beat. Adam swipes her finger on the screen, showing me every photo, showing both my face and Killian’s.

How on earth did she get these? How on earth. . .

Should that even be the question right now? I don’t know. I can’t tell. I raise my hand to squeeze the fabric of my shirt. I’m sensing a panic attack coming. I begin to gasp in air quickly.

“A week is when she arrives. And trust me, if you two aren’t history by then, I won’t only show these to your silly friend, but your whole family, the school and every potential university you could ever dream of getting admission into will have these as well. I will ensure I ruin you if it’s the last thing I do. You’ll trend on every news for years. After all, it can’t be child’s porn when you’re over eighteen and the internet can be a very dangerous place when something catches their fancy.” This time, the next slide is a video. A well composed video of Killian and I. My face drops. That’s a sex tape. Our sex tape.

My mouth slides open to let out a scream. Just that my scream is silent.

“Seven days. Do what you think will best suit you. After all, it’s always the women who suffer.” And like that, she’s backing away.

Part of me wants to push her so she falls and breaks a bone or two but that won’t help me and I doubt I’m strong enough.

My panic attack seems to get worse. There’s nothing positive to think of to help myself get past this nor is there anyone walking to me to help me. Asami’s words replay in my head.

Seven days. Just seven days. To think I was thinking of a future with him just seconds ago makes this event hurt even more.