SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 131

- KILLIAN -

It’s my least favourite day of the week. I groan as I stare at the coffee machine in my kitchen disperse coffee in my mug. Thursday, anyone would’ve guessed.

My typical meeting with Asami to have a discussion with S, her boss, more like a co-alliance, holds today. The thought is draining, but I try not to think too deep about it, or it would be the one thing cutting the thin thread stopping me from depression.

A warm, half grin forms on my face and I move my hand forward to the coffee machine. My fingers rest on the handle of my coffee mug. I can feel the heat oozing out on my skin without my fingers coming in contact with the mug body.

I pick up the jar of honey by the side of the coffee machine, which is in front of me, and scoop a teaspoon of honey into my cup. I cover the honey jar then stir my coffee gently with the teaspoon, dissolving the honey. I drop the tea spoon on the saucer just in front of me then raise my mug up to the lower part of my face. It scents good.

Early morning coffee is always the best. I blow air into the mug, preparing to take a sip.

A vibration catches my attention. I lower my gaze to the counter to look at my phone. It’s my alarm.

The time’s 8:30am. In an hour and a half, Asami will be here and we’ll begin. I can’t wait for this deal to be over. I need to get my hands on my parents’ murderer and do whatever the fuck S wants.

Then, I take a sip from my mug. It’s hot but not hot enough to burn my tongue. Black coffee is always my favourite. I clear my throat, I don’t want to divert from my initial thoughts.

Then, I can finally start my investigation on S. It will be about time he goes down because even I know he played his part with delaying my research on my parents’ killers which we agreed on paper is the main objective of this deal, I want to know why. My brows crease. And I also want to end his reign, that bastard is too much of a coward to be respected.

A sigh leaves my lips as the strong taste of coffee stings my tongue. Everything will fall into place, it’s all a matter of time.

- HAZEL -

My upper body jerks up with a scream. My eyes are wide open and I’m panting hard as my heart beats violently in my chest.

Subtle groans fly my way. Mumbles and complaints rather, of my outburst.

My hand reaches for my chest and I squeeze my shirt. I had a bad dream. I take deep, steady breaths to calm my nerves. It was just a bad dream. I wasn’t drowning. I swear, it felt like I was. The last thing I remember was my air being caught short as I sunk deep inside the pool, reaching my hand out while struggling to swim and breathe as the light surrounding got dimmer.

My pants suddenly stops. It was just a bad dream, I convince myself, trying to get the trauma out of my mind as I let go of my shirt. My hand reaches for my head instead. I have a headache, that’s for sure.

If there was one word to describe last night, it would be eventful, but the good kind of eventful. I hate to admit it, but I had fun despite not wanting to go initially. These girls actually are decent entertainers and good event planners, I’d definitely reconsider going a next time if it doesn’t involve my head feeling like multiple explosions took place in there after a short night rest.

I don’t even know how I climbed my bed to sleep. I was so fatigued that I thought I’d drop on the floor when I came back in here past three am this morning.

My finger touches my eye, wiping the sleep off. I yawn. My brows suddenly crease, I seriously need pain killers. “Sorry.” I whisper tiredly to the girls, I disrupted their sleep when I freaked out and I’m sure I’m not the only one experiencing the aftermath of last night.

I sit still drowsily as my brain does a reboot.

Where’s my phone?

I run my hand on my bed with my eyes partly closed, searching for it. My hands grabs onto something and a content sigh leaves my lips. My finger presses the on button but my phone doesn’t come on. This is when my eyes open. I try to turn my phone on again.

My battery is dead. Shit. I could’ve sworn I remembered to plug my phone early this morning when I came in. I did send that text to Killian though, right?

I can’t remember, my head is too distorted to think straight right now. Another yawn slips out my mouth. I should get ready and get my laptop from his place, then I can resume sleeping.

I’m sure if I indeed sent that text, Killian is expecting me. I grumble. If only my phone wasn’t dead, I’d have texted him I’ll be coming much later. Way much later.

I can’t even see his response to my message even if I wanted to, I don’t even know if he has responded and the thought is so frustrating that it’s killing me. I’m not ready to get down from my bed yet. I’m not ready to even start my day yet. But I have to.

“Anyone up?” I ask, my voice sounding like a groan.

“What is it?” Someone asks. Her voice drags out and I can hint at the obvious fatigue oozing from her tone.

“Can I borrow your phone for a second? Mine’s dead and I need to-“ Wait. Hold on. Do I really think it wise to take the risk and text my professor boyfriend with one of my roommate’s phones? I’m sorry, but am I CAH-RAY-ZEE?!! “Book an uber for later, mine’s dead.” I immediately rephrase my sentence. I’ll connect my phone when I’m having my shower and getting ready. Since I won’t be doing much in Killian’s place, I’ll leave my phone here and take the same uber back. It’ll be way more convenient that way, plus, I get to come back to meet a decently charged phone.

“Use mine.” Savory groans. Ain’t no way I’m coming down from this bed, walking to her side, taking her phone then climbing back on because I know I need to have at least a few more minutes of rest before I can declare myself worthy to start the day and carry on with my activities. “The password’s Fuckoff, but ugh a capital letter U and zero as the ‘o’.” Savory adds.

“Why, thank you.” I say to her. “Just give me a few minutes to boot.”

Despite it coming out as a breath, I know that was a laugh. “Take all the time you need, angel.”

I fall my body back on my bed. Savory called me ‘angel’, I’m starting to wonder if I’m safe.