SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 140

- ASAMI -

My eyes slowly drift open and I soak in the images in my environment. From what I can see, I can tell that I am in a very expensive, private hospital and most definitely on a bed, since my head faces the ceiling, lying down flat.

I try to move my hand but a wince accompanied with the crease of my brows makes me stop. My whole body throbs with an indescribable pain. I think it’s best I lay down here.

“Awake?” Owen’s voice makes a smile form on my face. I nod. Even my neck feels stiff. Well, that’s what happens when one falls down the stairs. I’m surprised I’m not covered in bandages. Owen is just that good of a doctor, but inside here is dimly yet well illuminated and I cannot sight any clocks hanging on the walls and I fear to ask for the time. That is if I can even talk:

“Thank you for meeting with me on short notice.” I finally murmur, testing my voice! I still speak! My voice is low but not damaged.

Owen examines my body then checks the drip, I didn’t notice, connected into the back of my hand. “It’s my pleasure. Despite all the odds and our differences in approach, I do care about you. Even when you’re being reckless.” He responds. That reply took way longer than I expected.

I try to move my finger to touch his but the ache in my joints stop me. I can’t tell if my body felt such tremendous pain before or if I feel worse but it sure is relaxing knowing I’m in safe hands. “Hearing that warms my heart.” I say feebly, my voice trailing softly like a breath.

“Can you talk? Audibly without pain?” Owen asks carefully, staring at me.

It hurts to move so I can’t nod so in blink instead. “Yes.” I croak.

“Do you want me to give you a strong dose of pain killers?”

“That’ll be nice.” I whisper, fully fatigued. The way my whole body hurts all at once, I can’t pin point the exact location of any seriously injured body part. It’s that bad. “Thank you.”

I hear him chuckle. “It’s my pleasure.” He says, prepping a syringe. “Besides, anything I’d give to see you immobile.”

If I was strong enough, I’d have reached out to punch his shoulder. Owen scares me, yes, but he’s also approachable when he wants to be. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

I grunt as the needle plunges into my skin. “That pricked.” I say.

“Just for a little while.” He says, taking care of the injected part of my arm. “Now, tell me.” Owen starts, throwing the syringe down, probably in the trash, and putting his attention on me. Both his hands are situated on my bed as he looks at me penetratingly. “Who did this to you?”

“I can’t say.” I murmur. “I don’t know what to say.”

“If this is your attempt protecting that dick-“

“It’s not.” I cut him short the moment I notice his tone raising. He’s angry. I wonder how he managed to be so calm all this while if he was fuming. A trait I want to achieve. “Someone threw a table lamp at me. It broke.” I take a deep breath, finally feeling my thumb. “Not on me but the particles did its thing.”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re in this state.” Owen protests, his voice is so hard that it’s starting to make my heart beat faster in my chest. I may be wrong, but from my past encounter with Killian and S which was recently, Owen’s presence was never mentioned. I’m guessing he never approached Killian nor made his presence known to him. I don’t know what Owen is scheming but I don’t want him to reveal himself earlier than planned because of me.

“Want the truth?”

“Go ahead.” He says, curling his hair with his index finger.

“Promise not to do anything stupid?”

A dark chuckle slid in my ears. “Now, now little fox, you’re asking for something that will be quite hard for me to do.”

The pain killers are working faster than I imagined. The ache is subdued to a level that aids me to move. I manage to sit up. I still feel very weak. “That’s the only thing that’ll make me not keep my mouth shut.” I grin, cocking my head to the side. I may be weak, but my face is as pretty as ever and just because I’m so sickened, doesn’t mean I don’t have my charms. “Although I’m sure you’d prefer them wide open.” I stick my tongue out as I let out a raspy purr.

Owen takes his gloves off then cups my chin gently. “Don’t play games with me, little fox.” He says, eyes lowered to face my lips. “Now speak.”

“Killian pushed me onto the table, right where the porcelain shards laid and strangled me.” I say. My hand crawls up my neck. It’s still swollen. I can’t tell if he wanted to kill me. His eyes said something different. All I saw was the cold truth of his hateful intentions towards me as he threatened me. But Owen doesn’t need to know that. Not when I don’t know shit about his plan regarding Killian or being here in the first place.

I trust Owen, I think. But I don’t think he trusts me. At least not entirely.

“The he let me go and I stumbled across the broken pieces. That’s when I left and fell down the stairs.” I look up to face him. “Then I called you.” My eyes meets his. “What? Passing by or stalking me?” I ask with a half smile.

“Both.” He says. I raise my brow in disbelief. “Or neither. That’s for you to think about.”

I breath a sigh, a smile pursing on my lips. “Fair enough.” I say, looking away. “Now take your hands off me before you actually fall for me.” I tease, pushing my chin away from his grip.

The bond Owen and I have is a different kind of bond. He protects me. Cares for me, but more importantly, he just sees me as his younger sister, considering he nearly suffered the same fate as me. It’s totally different from what I passed through, but just as terrible. We’re just. . . broken, if anyone would like to have a word to describe us.

“I can’t fall for you.” He says to me, pulling me into an embrace. “But I can care for you.” Owen whispers, still holding me tightly. “Little fox.”

A smile purses on my lips. “I hate Killian.” I finally say. “Not as a person, I still love him deeply but I hate what he did to me.” A tear runs down my cheek and I feel Owen’s hand reach out, conveying the width of my back then tighten around my back, squeezing me slightly. “I wish he would just love me.” I sob, letting my eyes out. I can cry with Owen. Sometimes, he’s the only one that gets me.

“It’s fine, don’t cry little fox, it doesn’t fit you.” He says, patting my back.

I smack his arm feebly. “Times like these, you should tell me to let it all out and ‘you’re here’.” I sniff.

“You forget I wear expensive suits and not even you is allowed to ruin my attire with your tears.” Owen murmurs. I feel his body shift back from mine. He holds a handkerchief out to my face. “Here. Bleed your eyes out here instead.” I take it from him and wipe my cheeks.

“Thanks.” I say hoarsely then blow my nose in it.

I expected him to complain but he didn’t. “My pleasure.” He says.

Owen closes back in almost immediately and we stay like this much longer till I mange to compose myself and feel better. The pain is starting to creep back in.

I need to lie down. “Don’t let Killian’s actions get to you.” Owen finally says after what seemed like the longest silence of our lives. “He doesn’t get it. Killian didn’t suffer like we did so he’d never understand.” Owen squeezes into my shoulders.

He’s right. The only pain Killian knows is loosing his parents. We have gone through way worse than that. It was our filthy parents that ruined both our lives. We’re not blood related, just to clarify.

I nod into his shoulder.

“He’s not like us.” Echoes through the walls. “He’ll never understand what it’s like to be us. What we feel and how hard we fall when we love someone.” My teeth feasts on my lower lip as I hear Owen’s voice. His words pierce deep into my heart because it’s so true.

My tears begin to flow down my cheeks all over and I cling onto him as much as my weak hands allow me to.

“I wish he was.” I whisper. “Maybe then. . . He would understand why I needed to make that decision back then and still love me.” I say, mumbling into my lip.

“It’s okay.” Owen says to me. “Regardless of what your pathetic ass feels,” His voice is warm, harsh but warm. Owen has never agreed to my being hung up on Killian, he hates that I am. Killian is the weakness in me yet I don’t want to let go. “I’m here for you.”

“Thank you.” I say to him. Something stings my arm and I feel my vision get blurred.

“It’s my pleasure.” Were the last things I heard before passing out.