SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 11 - ELEVEN

- KILLIAN -

I went straight to my office after showering and getting dressed. My home office is just a floor above my room. I have a lot of unfinished files and matters to sort out tonight and I haven’t started working on any of them. Maybe if I skipped dinner, half of them would’ve been completed but I needed to keep my fiancé happy so I have no regrets.

Speaking of which, I have no idea if she has responded to my text yet. I reached my hand into my pocket and brought out my phone. Kate hasn’t texted me yet. Heck, she hasn’t even seen my message.

I flung my phone carefully on my desk and made myself comfortable on my office chair. I can’t focus one anything else if I can’t be sure she’s safe. The urge to drive to her dorm just to check in on her is high.

’Hey you.

Gotten to your dorm yet?’

I texted. My eyes are fixed on our chat. Just this doesn’t seem right.

’Call me when you see this. I’m worried about you.

I love you.’ I texted again.

I know she won’t see this so soon and I’m tempted to call but I’d hate to know I disturbed her beauty sleep her up via a call if she’s in bed. I rolled my eyes and dropped my phone. Maybe I should wait for the morrow. I know I’ll see her again.

A sigh escaped my lips and I buried my head in my hand. I knew I would have no sleep when choosing this job yet I proceeded with it anyway. A half grin formed on my face. I can’t believe I’m already regretting my decision.

Lack of sleep is inevitable, especially when I have two jobs. One is self owned.

A vibration caught my attention. I averted my gaze to my phone screen. It’s a call from a private number. My fatigue went down the drain immediately and I sat up. I picked the call but left my phone on the table. I already have a guess at who’s calling.

"Yes?" I ask. My voice is stern.

"A polite greeting would be nice, don’t you think, Killian?"

"Why the call, Asami?" I ask uninterestedly. My expression is dull. She’s the least person I want to interact with right now.

"You know why." She giggled. God, if there was a way to dispose of this woman without killing her, I would do it.

"Quit this and speak."

"Always so harsh," She purred then gasped huskily. "It turns me on, Killian." The sound of something being licked slid into my ears. I grimaced and rolled my eyes. Asami enjoys playing games and people’s hearts aren’t exempted. Everything is a game to her yet because she’s beautiful and witty, she gets away with almost everything.

"Call me when you’re ready to talk. Bye." I hung up. My elbows rested on my desk and I crossed my fingers in each other, pointing two fingers out to my face. I let both of my index fingers pinch the center of my forehead. Another vibration caught my attention. I huffed while answering my phone.

"What?!" I beamed, obviously annoyed.

"You’re infuriating at most. S wants to talk to you."

My eyes widened. S? Since when was Asami accustomed with one of my investors? "Put him on the phone." I waited a bit to let that happen. When I was sure S was on the line, I decided to speak.

"Mr S," I started, easing the tension off my voice. "A pleasure to speak with you."

"The pleasure is mine Killian." Even from the other end of the call, S’ sauciness can be heard in the tone. S is someone I do business with. No one but those in S’ inner circle know what S looks like.

And although S is famous and well known in the industry, no one knows S’ gender. We refer to S as ’They’. ’They’ communicates without ever being in touch with anyone and uses a fake voice. It’s obvious They’s voice is programmed, yet no one has ever tried to uncover ’Their’ identity because no one can.

"What shall I owe the honour of such an unexpected call at this hour?" My eyes are fixed on my phone as I said that.

"Business, of course. How do you enjoy settling in?" So S called just to check in? I beg to differ, there must be an agenda. There always is.

"It is quite good. Different but good. I must say, your people did a splendid job taking care of everything." I responded as casual as I could without being informal. S is not my friend. We just have the same goal and are working together to achieve it. Not that I couldn’t have handled everything myself, but why not accept the offer of an ally when the ally insists?

"Your comfort is our best interest. If any adjustments are needed, we’d love to be informed."

We? I raised a brow. This slip up was intentional. I already know.

"I send my sincere gratitude S." I faked a smile. He kept his side of the deal, no spies or agents are on my tail and I’m glad S has proven to be trusted.

I exhaled. There was a long pause after my words. I don’t have time to sit quietly, I have a lot of things to do. "Shall I call it a night then?" I asked and waited for a response.

"That would be great." S said. Stating that earlier wouldn’t have killed S now, would it? I faked a smile despite knowing They can’t see me. "There is something you need to be informed about first." S added. I knew it, there is always an agenda, even if other people call to check in on people, definitely not S. "A flash drive was left by the window of your office, inside a portrait." S continued. My brows creased hearing this information. "It contains a lot of data regarding our target. I have copies but don’t lose it. That’s the original."

Keeping something that important in a portrait is both smart and stupid. "I’ll be sure to run through it tonight."

"That’ll be very much appreciated. Goodnight Killian."

"Goodnight." I muttered. S’ speakers disconnected. I could tell by the soft ding I heard from the other end of the line. The call is still on though. "Have something to say Asami?"

"Don’t hang up on me next time. Or I swear, you will regret it."

"A bluff from you really means nothing to me, Asami."

She mewled. That hit a nerve. I hate that she’s always so flirty and sexual with her words and movement. I love sexy and flirty women, but I despise Asami. Getting rid of her is something I can’t do yet because as much as it kills me to say it, I need her. For now.

"That harshness and degradation sets me ablaze, Killian. Do more." If I was hard before, hearing her just killed it.

I grit my teeth. "Goodnight Asami. Go to bed."

If I was to guess her reaction, I’d say she’s smiling. "Well, if you insist, I shall." The call ended. I stood up and walked to the window.

In the portrait by the window is where the flash drive is, according to S. My fine red curtains blew toward me as a result of the breeze. Just a bit far from my window but on the same wall is a weird, large canvas portrait painted in Van Gogh’s artstyle. It’s of a weeping woman with a dead baby in her hand. The naked baby is bleeding as a knife is stuck in it’s chest and both the woman and he baby are in the belly of a fierce looking cobra.

This weird painting is a work of art.

I held the canvas carefully and took it off the wall. I turned it back to look at it. As expected, the back is sealed. I walked to my desk and dropped the canvas carefully on one side of my desk without scattering anything already on my desk.

My body crouched and I pulled a drawer open. Inside it are books and files. I slid a finger underneath the opened drawer and a soft click was heard. There’s a hidden drawer inside this drawer. That’s where I keep certain armaments meant for self defense, or at least, that’s the story that will be told if these things are found by an outsider.

Inside the hidden drawer is a dagger. I brought the dagger gently out of the safe and made a small cut at the edge of the canvas. I slipped my hand inside the torn material.

Is this a joke? I can’t feel anything. I dropped the knife on my desk and tilted the canvas to the side. Something fell out.

It’s the flash drive. Perfect.

I returned the knife back where I took it from and walked back to the wall hang the canvas portrait. Once I’m done with the drive, I’ll return it and seal the canvas to make it look good as new.

My phone screen lit up and I walked back to my table and sat. It’s Kate. She just responded to my text.

I unlocked my phone and clicked on the chat.

’I’m home. Sorry if I kept you worried.

I’m kind of drunk so I’ll text you later. Love you x’

A half grin formed on my face while reading that.

I sent a text back to her and exited the chat. The contact below hers caught my attention and I stared at it for a long minute. It’s Hazel.

I sighed. I feel sorry if I passed the wrong notation earlier but this just won’t do. Despite what transpired between us that night, it was just sex. Nothing more, exactly as she said.

I deleted h

er number. My gaze darted out the window and I’m staring at the night sky.

And we never will become anything more.