SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 201

- KATE -

I can’t wrap my head around it but something fishy is going on around me and I don’t know what. I don’t know if I’m the one overthinking what I shouldn’t.

What shouldn’t even be in the first place. This is Killian’s fault. If he isn’t acting in some kind of way, I wouldn’t have anything to worry about in the first place because I wouldn’t need to.

I let out a sigh, unloading my first box into my room. I will only be here for a few weeks so I won’t do much unpacking but I’ll be sure not to have all my things stuck in a place I’d have to drag out and unzip over and over again when I want to grab something out.

I let out another hefty sigh as my hand grabs a hold of a thick, long, brown envelope. It’s my marriage contract. I don’t want to have to think about it but it’s all I can think about these days. Or more like today.

I’m trying not to convince myself that he’s seeing someone but it’s not working. He has to be. The moment Hazel and I came back from our day out, late at night, I couldn’t stand being next to him and wanted to leave.

Get this, he did not ask me to stay. He didn’t even try to convince me to change my mind. Killian left me to make my decision. While I should be happy with having my free will and choices in this relationship, sometimes, I wish he could just be emotionally mature to understand that what I needed was not him being ‘understanding’ and ‘respecting’ my decision but locking me up in a room and forcing me to stay the night because it’ll show that he actually cares about me.

Doesn’t he care about my safety? I AM HIS BETROTHED FOR GOODNESS’ SAKE!

I mumble a groan. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. If I let myself dwell on this for far too long, I fear that I’ll lose myself. I fear that I’ll lose him and I’m not someone to be scared of something like that normally but I need him.

I also have no choice but to be with him as included in the terms of our marriage. My teeth clutches my bottom lip and I bite hard, trying to inflict a wound. I hate feeling this way. I hate that he’s on my mind and things didn’t end the way I imagined them to on the first time of us seeing each other in school since my departure and I hate this crawling feeling of jealousy brewing within me at a dire time as this but I can’t help it.

The asshole then proceeded to have one of his men drop me at school while letting me know he would be occupied tonight with work and have an important guest, telling me indirectly not to disturb. I scoff. I am wise enough to not ask about nor intrude any of Killian’s business but that just stung.

A knock on my room door diverted my attention. I’ve never been so pleased to have something interrupt me. I needed the distraction from my own thoughts.

I walk to the door, expecting to see one of my roomies or a friend but when I slid the door open, nobody was there. This is odd.

I peak my head out the door to look around. I could’ve sworn I heard a knock. “You guys heard someone knock too, right?” I call, asking the other two roomies in the room without turning back to see any of them. I need to be sure that stress has not given me a mental disorder. There is no way I imagined those double knock sounds.

“Yup. Is no one there?” Tracy, the roommate in the other side closest to the door asks.

I shake my head. “Not a single soul.” I am relieved to know someone else did in fact hear it. I’m still sane.

“Check the floor. We’ve had packages and mails recently.” Tracy mutters.

My head lowers to the ground. I raise a brow. I don’t think the first instinct anyone will have when they hear a doorbell or knock is to look down but good thing I asked. I bend to pick up the envelope on the ground.

‘To Kate Kabello.’ The sender is unknown.

“See anything?” Tracy’s voice chimes.

“Mhm. Funnily, it’s for me.” I say back to her. I’m stunned. I’m not sure I informed any one of my arrival before coming so this is definitely a shocker. I rip the envelope open messily with my hand and take out what is inside.

It’s a card. I place my hand at the center, opening the card wider to see the inside. Something is printed on the folded paper leaflet stuck between the card.

‘I know what you want and I can give you all the answers you need. Leave the card outside your door as a sign to show you’re interested in knowing more about your fiancé’s whereabouts when you were away.’

A gasp leave my lips and a puzzled look forms on my face. This cannot be a coincidence.

My heart skips a beat. The only one who knows about my engagement in this place is Hazel and there’s no way in hell she’s aware of whatever transpires between Killian and I nor is she at the dorm. Apparently, she lives outside campus in a rented apartment. It’s a waste of funds if you ask me, but I understand wanting to live alone and have your own things to yourself.

I bring my mind back to the card. Who could this be? What could this person know that I don’t? And why on earth would a random try to assist a stranger? I have way more disturbing questions but I’m trying to not let my mind get plagued by them. I run my eyes down the piece of paper, glued to the center of the card, where that note was printed, then flicked the page to the last.

‘Don’t be in school on Wednesday. It’s for your own good.’ The note said.

This makes my heart skip a beat. Okay, this just went from weird to creepy. I’m getting an eerie vibe from this letter. I swallow, keeping the card back into the envelope. I do have one thought though.

This person could have the answers I need regarding Killian but I am not confident that I can trust whoever it is. This could be some way to try to connive me into doing something diabolical or a prank pulled by someone who knows me a little too well.

I sigh.

But do I want to find out? That is for me to settle on. My index finger taps the edge of the card sealed in the envelope, deep in thought. So what’s it going to be? In the trash can or back outside the door?

And what happens on Wednesday?