SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 115 - 114; ASAMI

- ASAMI -

They say there’s no sleep for the wicked, how awful it is for that to be true, even when I crave it, I can’t have a decent sleep.

The irritation on my face as I sit up from my lying position on the bed and raise one side of my eye mask to have a glimpse of my phone by my bed side table is obvious.

I find this ridiculous. I can’t put my phone on silent for certain reasons and the notification dings keeps popping in like a plague. I want to throw this damn device away but I can’t. I sneer in my sitting position. If I wasn’t wearing my favourite colour, my mood would be sour throughout the rest of the night to the next day.

I roll my eyes and push my sleep eye mask up completely to rest on my forehead then huff. My fingers grab my phone. The dings that disturbed my beauty sleep was caused by one person.

Owen. The one man I am most cautious of after S.

My irritation is completely replaced by annoyance as I raise a brow and click on his chat.

‘You’re doing things I didn’t ask you to, Asami. Don’t make S mad.’ I read.

Tch. Since when was Owen the boss of me? I drop my phone and sink my fingers into my hair, adjusting it backwards away from my neck. I didn’t pack it before sleeping, my bad. I stretch my neck to the side and gently press my shoulders with my fingers. Bad sleeping positions shouldn’t be a thing, my whole body hurts.

More dings catches my attention, causing me to frown. I tsk. What now? I grab my phone and stare at the screen, it unlocks, then I head to the source of the notifications. Different photos drop in my phone. I didn’t take these pictures myself but whoever did knows what he or she was doing. Giving them to Owen was also a very risky thing to do, unless Owen took them himself. Which I highly doubt.

These are intimate photos of Killian and Hazel. What a good way to ruin my morning. I’m pissed and jealous at the same time. They keep pushing my last nerve.

‘Is he worth it? Is this the man you’re risking your life trying to have, little cat?’ Owen’s messages infuriates me even more.

He and I work hand in hand with S and we are long acquaintances of Killian’s. I sigh. I had no idea when he arrived. I had no idea S would send him here at all but if he’s here, it can only mean bad news. S has lost faith in me.

I hiss.

I did come here on my own accord though, so I’m not surprised why.

‘Spying on a man fuck his woman is quite unambitious and low of you, don’t you think?’ I respond to Owen.

‘At least I’m not in love with him. Get over your little crush.’ He responds. He’s up this late, that’s quite off considering he loves his sleep.

A grin forms on my face as I type the words. ‘Would you rather I love you instead?’

‘You have your ways with annoying me.’ He responds.

I chuckle under my breath. ‘So do you, I guess we both have something in common.’

Okay, now I got to go to bed. ‘Be gone from my dms Owen. And don’t disturb my beauty sleep next time. I won’t be as nice.’

[Translation: dms means direct message]

I have so many questions to ask Owen but that will be later when my eyes aren’t weighing me down. I wonder if he’s actually here or if he’s messing with me.

Of course he’s here! Who else would’ve installed cameras or taken good photos of Killian and his little infuriating rat from this precise angle? This is messing with my mind already and I’m not ready for this, not tonight.

He wants to get in my head. Well, I won’t let him.

‘I’m leaving this here. Do whatever you want with it as you please.’ I raise a brow at his text. He’s referring to the photos. ‘Sleep tight, little cat.’ Owen texts. I stare at my phone screen for a long minute in shock waiting to see if he’ll send another text. He didn’t. Just like that, he’s gone.

I sigh, going through the images he sent to me. Why he sent them to me is something I would never understand. What do I do with these? Part of me thinks he is aware of the blogger and wants me to reveal it to whoever that blogger is.

I bite my bottom lip. Tempting but no. As much as I hate the girl, Killian will also have a lot to lose and I don’t want to be the cause. I pinch my screen and zoom in. I hate that he’s with her this way. I hate that he’s with her at all. I hate that I’m this attracted to him and his actions hurt me the most yet there’s nothing I can do because no matter how cold Killian is, I can’t help but still love him.

Something trickles down my face. Oh?

I raise my hand up my face and flick a finger over my cheek. I’m crying. I sniff. I guess this is what Owen wanted to derive from doing this. He wants me to be aware that Killian is gone and there’s no going back.

I clench my fingers around my cell phone and fling it hard. My phone smashes into a wall and shatters. Having those photos will do me no good in any way and I don’t want to do something I’d later regret.

I swallow. Be it as it may, I’m evil, but not that evil. Why should a girl have to suffer that much because of me? I know what it’s like having a leaked sex picture or tape for women. Women never have it easy or good and as much as I detest her, doing that won’t feed my soul one bit.

I raise the blanket and dip my feet inside. I close my eyes and pull the eye mask down my face. I’m a victim of abuse, I won’t let another woman go through something similar to what I did. Plus, Killian will hate me more for it anyway and I can’t have that happening to me.

I rest my head on my pillow. My brows eases up as I try to relax.

Congratulations Owen, you just cost me my phone. I sigh.

At least this time, when I buy a new one by the morning, I won’t have him on it. I’ll be changing my sim as well. Another sigh leaves my lips. My hair is still unpacked.

Having it this way makes me remember something. The days Killian would brush his hands through my hair and pat me to sleep because I had nightmares due to it being packed. Good old times.