SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 132

- KILLIAN -

My jaw tightens as a black vehicle pulls into my front yard. I’m standing on the first stairs of the step stairs leading to my front door, casually dressed in a black long sleeve shirt and ash sweatpants with my hands in both my pockets as I watch the car.

My finger plays with my zippo in my pocket. I need to keep my head sane. The lady in the car parks her car beside mine and gets down.

Dressed in her typical, extravagant way it seems. Asami is wearing a short, body hug, black dress that stops just above her knee with a long, black leather coat, the collar part being fur. She has a small, netty vintage hat on and black gloves clothes her fingers up to her wrists. Asami takes off her sunshades as she stands in front of me from the last stairs, keeping her distance.

“Causally dressed for a meeting, are we?” She purrs, staring at me straight in the eye.

“Overly dressed for a meeting, are we?” I respond dryly, completely bored.

A chuckle slips in my ears. “Lead the way.” She says.

“As you wish.” I would’ve stepped aside to let her go in first but I don’t trust that woman not to do something that would piss me off. Along with being overly annoying, Asami has fast fingers and can swipe anything off anywhere if she wanted to.

Knowing she could pick pocket back then was intriguing, now it just feels more like a. . . I take a deep breath, disturbing trait I’d love to end.

“No manners, Killian? It’s ladies first.” She walks past me, making her way in. I just let her go, keeping a close eye on her hands and every body movement.

“The house seems empty, what? Hazel dumped you?” Asami looks around, examining the living room. Her tone is playful as usual. The wide smile plastered on her lips as she asked that ridiculous question ticks me off but I don’t show it. I won’t show it.

A half grin forms on my face as I scoff. “Let’s focus on the reason you’re actually here rather than openly not minding your business.” I say, heading to the stairs. Even from here, I could feel the effect of her hateful gaze shooting daggers at me from her eyes. I stop walking and turn to face her. “Where are my manners? Please, ladies first.” I smirk. This just got really funny.

- HAZEL -

This is the first time I’m going out without my phone. It feels odd and weird at the same time.

I wonder if Killian will be glad to see me. I stare out the window of the uber, enjoying the outside view. freёnovelkiss.com

I wonder if he’s at home.

My eyes widen. Shit. What if he isn’t? He did say he’d be occupied but didn’t tell me what he would be doing or where he’d be going. I knew I should’ve called!

I take a deep breath then exhale. Well, there’s no going back now. I can’t tell the Uber to turn back, I’d end up paying for the journey anyway so this is a possibility I’m willing to take.

I let my head rest on the car seat, staring at the car top. “Ahmed,” I call the driver’s name.

“Yes?”

“Please tell me when we arrive at our destination. I want to relax my head for a bit.”

“Okay.”

I shut my eyes. I won’t be asleep, my body is tired but I can manage for a little while longer.

*

“Wait here, I’ll be out shortly.” I say to Ahmed, getting out the car. He’s parked outside Killian’s gate. This is the first time I actually stored the name of the uber driver dropping me off especially when I’m this tired in my head. Maybe it’s one of the perks of not having my phone with me, I become overly cautious and attentive, before he zooms off and Killian won’t be home to save me.

I shrug, getting into his compound.

I mean, since this is an impromptu visit, that is a possibility.

The moment I stand in front of the entrance, I knock. I don’t know why I did that. Maybe that was me trying to know if someone’s home or trying to tell myself that I’m not intruding on someone’s private space.

He’s my boyfriend and is entitled to some alone time.

I tuck my hair behind my ears and wait. I got no answer.

I guess no one’s home. I dip my hand in the pocket of my crop hoodie jacket to grab my key.

Dang, I wish someone was home, maybe I’d feel less guilty. I don’t even know why I feel guilty, I’ll just grab my laptop then go.

I dip the key in the keyhole. The door comes open. There’s no warmth pulling my body in for a hug as the door comes swerving open and that sucks. I had no idea how accustomed I was to his hugs till I didn’t feel him on me no more.

I waltz into his anti room then make myself present in the living room. My nose immediately catches on a scent. An unfamiliar yet familiar one.

Unfamiliar per the fact that this scent is new to me in this household. I’ve lived here long enough to know when there’s a usual scent and this one is one of them.

Familiar due to the fact that it’s female perfume. My lips form a line. A very, expensive female perfume. I run my eyes around his living room.

My nose twitches. Whoever was here before me really left a mark because this cologne is very strong. And worrying to think about.

I immediately shove the thought out my mind. Killian is a businessman and a man, having a few female business partners or associates and friends won’t hurt. Plus, I’m not that stupid of a child to believe anything suspicious. That man actually loves me and has proven it countless times.

I sigh and avert my gaze to my feet. Something forced my eyes to light up as it fixated on the sofa. It’s a purse.

A female purse. A chuckle leaves my lips as I take gentle steps towards the sofa the purse is on. I keep my fingers in my pocket.

I may be overthinking this but whoever owns this purse left a bracelet just by its side like she was trying to pass a message. Like she almost expected someone other than her to be here or was just too comfortable that she had the time to take off a bracelet.

Or the purse could just be a gift for me that I saw way too early?

A scoff leaves my lips.

I doubt. This isn’t how Killian keeps the things he buys. I’ve received gifts from him enough to know.

As usual, this house is as quiet as a grave. My eyes returns to the sofa.

And a purse that doesn’t belong to me is sat comfortably in the living room. My hand smacks it to the ground.

Fuck being mature, I want to check out every room in this house now when I still can undisturbed. Plus, I have no idea which room I left my laptop in anyway, so this might just be a pass to proceed further with my thought.

I guess Ahmed will have to wait a little while longer after all.