SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 146

- HAZEL -

Curse whatever interrupted us.

We were just getting to the good part. He was about to put me through the same ecstasy he did last night.

Killian’s body retracts from mine. As the weight of his physique gets off me, it dawns hard on me how much I want him in me. How much I love feeling him all over me.

He dips his hand into his pocket then pulls his phone out, looking at it with all seriousness before darting his attention to the watch on his wrist. “It’s breakfast time, darling.” Killian says, a warm smile on his face. What’s with this bedroom voice? And what could be possibly so important that be has to leave me like this?

Is it her? Asami? Sadness immediately befalls my face. I shove the thought down the drain immediately. I am smarter than this. I know Killian! I feel abashed for even thinking about something this stupid. If he wanted to be with her, she’d be in his bed this morning and not me.

Bile forms in my throat at this thought. The image of any woman being in his bed other than me is very unsettling.

Plus, I resume my thoughts, Asami can hope all she wants but there’s one thing I’m assured of, she and Killian are history. And they will remain history.

“What?” A cunny smile forms on my face as I look up to face him. “Not interested in a pre-meal?” I cock my head to the side, tilting my chin up while positioning myself to sit. I can cross my legs but something tells me he’d prefer to see them spread open.

Killian’s lips part slowly as his eyes drops down. His eyes softens for a second. Part of me knows that if I push this further, I’ll win him for sure. I want that.

Killian leans closer to me, bringing his face so close to mine that my cheeks flare up. His eyes are glued to mine and his gaze is so fixed into mine that it leaves me shifting my gaze from one of his eye to the other eye till my eyes finally rests on his. “I love making you want me.” He starts, his voice a low yet deep whisper. “I love making your body react to my touch.” Killian shrugs. “Aside from my personal interest, simply because it’s fun.” His face cranes to the side and his lips brushes against mine. I close my eyes and let a gasp out my mouth subtly, my body sensitive to this gentle touch. I can feel goosebumps erupt all over my skin and my body hair stand.

No other part of him is in contact with my form yet in this primitive state, my mind gives me the illusion that his fingers rests on my skin. “The best part about doing this to you is that I can leave you anyhow I please.” He finally murmurs.

I suddenly don’t feel the closeness of his body anymore. This makes me shoot my eyes open.

“I’ll meet you in the dining room later if you’re there when I am done.”

Done with what? I want to ask but don’t think he’d give me an answer anyway, if he wanted to, he would have already. My brows narrows and a sigh leaves my lips. I guess it’s nothing important, I guess I don’t have to know every single detail about his life and whereabouts.

I was never curious before, but now, the thought is etching ridiculously at the back of my mind. It sucks and I hate that I’m beginning to question but what gives? Is it normal to feel this way after what I just encountered?

I don’t care if it’s normal, I don’t want to have to overthink every single thing he does. It’s not good for me or for us.

I get up from the bed and walk to his closet, striking a pose that slings my ass to the side with my legs straightened to the ground and arms folded across my chest. My back is to him. “Can I wear anything?” I ask without turning to look at him. It’s not the first time I’ve been here without bringing any extra clothes.

I love putting his fits on but I think it’s high time I actually kept clothes here. We could make space for a few outfits amongst his things. It’ll be my little emergency fit or go to when I’m around although something tells me that Killian enjoys seeing me wear his clothes and buying me dresses for certain events.

“Whatever you want.” Trails from behind me. I nod, tracing my eyes over the neatly folded fabrics to the nicely ironed shirts hanging in his wardrobe. A hand circles my waist from behind then draws up to my shoulder. This makes a subtle gasp leave my lips as he pulls me to him gently. I don’t even know when he walked behind me. “Feel at home, Hazel. I’ll be with you shortly.” Cooes in my ears.

His fists tightens around my shoulder. I don’t know why, but for the first time, I felt an urgency. I sensed danger and I can’t even understand why.

I twine my arms around his, aiming to comfort whatever it is I felt in his touch before turning around to face him. My form is so small compared to his so I had to tip toe. “I’ll be waiting.” I whisper to his face then lean up to kiss the ends of his lips. “Just don’t keep me waiting for long.”

His chuckle goes right through my body. “Don’t eat everything without me.” His hand rests on my stomach.

I raise a brow. “That depends on how fast you work.” My eyes drape lower to rest on his lips. I’m still horny. “Now go before I can’t let you leave.”

Warm, soft lips press against mine. I open my mouth to let him dip his tongue in and he did just that, kissing me passionately. Killian’s hand withdraws from my arms to behind my neck, holding my face to him. My eyes close voluntarily as I let myself get lost in his mouth.

My brows furrows. What is going on? Why does this feel so good yet so worrying? Could I be overthinking things?

When Killian’s lips draws out of mine, my eyelids flutter open, eyes locking with his, searching for an answer. He spreads his lips into a half grin before retreating out of the room. I blink.

That was. . . Something. And also confusing. Did Killian read me and notice I was plagued by doubting thoughts before coming to kiss me? This makes a smile form on my face. I won’t put it past him, he reads me so well.

Now I’m grinning way too hard and biting a side of my lower lip as my finger dangles at the end of it. All it takes is one kiss to leave me swooning hard. I raid through his things, looking for a casual, perfect white. White because he did me dirty, so I’m gonna do his shirt dirty.

I pull out one drawer. It’s filled with white clothes. Having his outfits colour codedly arranged is so hot. I take one out and slip it on.

I feel like I’m drowning in this. His shirt has me covered from my shoulder to just above my knee, not to talk about how freely it’s hanging down my body. I love it.

I hop to the bed to spread it when I realise I can’t find my phone. I search underneath the pillow I slept on all the way to Killian’s side. It’s not here.

I search every drawer around the bed yet I can’t find it. I get up then flick the duvet up with all my strength till it comes flying in the air, giving me a good glance of the bed without any more layerings apart from the sheets.

It still not here. With a puff of my lips, I fall to my knees and bend to search under the bed.

Finally! I groan as I reach my hand forward to grab it, pushing my upper body underneath the bed a little bit. The moment my finger grabs my phone, I raise my head up and instantly regret it. My head knocks on the frame of the bed.

A restrained grunt leaves my mouth as I massage my head with my palm while sticking my torso out. How careless can I actually be? With a squeezed face, I sit on the bed, checking my phone.

Apparently, I might’ve tossed it over when Killian and I were at it yesterday. I unlock my phone immediately. The girls’ group chat is swarming with messages. They’re usually active by this time so I’m not surprised but right now, they seem overly active. I yawn and click on the chat, scrolling while briefing through the messages.

That’s when something catches my attention, making my eyes widen.

It’s a chat by Pat.

‘Hazel getting it good and leaving us out of the juice.’

‘Haha, I knew she was up to something when our constant calling ended’ responded Resa.

‘I’m still bummed about the fact that she didn’t tell me.’ Kate adds. I keep scrolling slowly, attentively reading each message.

What am I getting good? What are they talking about? And why is my heart thumping violently against my chest like I did something wrong? Did I do something wrong?

‘Well to be fair, you didn’t tell her you’ll be going back to school in two weeks.’ Pat adds.

Kate is coming? And that soon? Fuck. My hand stops patting the back of my head where was hit and rests on my thigh, my nail drilling into each finger instead.

What on earth am I missing here?

‘That was for surprising purposes, lol.’ Kate responds.

‘Well consider yourself surprised.’

I scroll further, trying to see what I missed. I can’t find anything. The chat is filled with endless chatter about me.

‘She’s finally awake!’ Resa texts.

‘Took you long enough’

‘Can’t blame her though. Everyone gets good sleep when they have good-‘ the emojis that follow after makes my heart drop. It’s the aubergine emoji and the water splash one along with the tongue sticking out.

It gets harder to breathe.

‘What-‘ I start typing. ‘are you talking about?’ I send the message.

‘Don’t play dumb, we know.’

‘Lmao’

‘No escaping sissy’

‘At least someone’s getting creampied’

‘Who’s the guy?’

Every message is dropping at once so I don’t have time to check the name tag and know who sent what but each text leaves me confused. Do I just play along? For all I know they could be joking.

‘Hold up, it could be morning dick lag lmao’ I finally read who sent this one although the moving dots on the screen shows that the others are typing.

Resa tags a video. I click on it.

Bile forms in my throat and my heart stops when it plays. It’s a sex leak. My face doesn’t show nor does Killian’s or any defined parts of our bodies but my voice proves that it’s me.

My hair is barely outlined in the video along with my arms. The video is six seconds long but just that is enough to leave people knowing who was in there because despite the dark, my voice is heard. Not to talk of my moans.

‘Can you deny the allegations now, Hazelnut?’ My head feels heavy as I read the text.

‘I haven’t gotten laid in months, I’m jealous.’

‘Hazelnut’s living the life. Salad but la is silent.’ Normally, I would’ve burst out laughing if this wasn’t dire.

I trust my friends enough to know none of them would ever let this tape go past our chat but I just sent the riskiest video of me and Killian to a group chat where his fiancé is on and I did not do it on purpose. I never held my phone to record anything nor do I remember clicking ‘share’. What kind of accident is this?! What if I recorded more?

What would’ve happened if his face or body actually showed or if his voice was heard?

I don’t even want to imagine how drastically murderous the chat would’ve been but this makes me feel so uneasy. Plus Kate is coming in two weeks.

What the fuck would’ve happened to me if the lights were on last night?! Of course she knows his house and what it looks like.

A sharp pain shoots through my lungs forcing me to gasp in a load of air. I wasn’t breathing. I was so tensed that I forgot to breathe.

I immediately switch off my phone then drop it on his bed side. It seems that it does less damage when it’s switched off. My mind can barely process anything completely right now so I didn’t bother to check my photos for that tape to delete it but I’ll be sure to do that later.

I manage to stand up. My feet wavers on the floor, toppling my body back to the bed. I don’t want to ruin this fine morning just yet.

Breakfast. I need to eat breakfast and drink some water.

A hard lump forms in my throat.

I also need to speak to Killian. If Kate is coming in two weeks as she stated. . . then we can’t be free with each other anymore. . . .

I really hate this so much. I exhale, facing the ceiling to keep the tears forming on my face from falling down my cheeks.

I hate having to hide with the etching feeling of being hypocritical at the back of my mind. This weight of having a hidden love is becoming too much to bear. Especially when just one slip of tongue could ruin several relationships I’ve built for a life time.