SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 158

- HAZEL -

I let out a sigh as I step into his room, keeping the door shut. I let my back rest on the door, staring into nothingness as different thoughts plague my mind.

Seeing Asami and that man today did not aid my cause. If I didn’t have that run in to the bathroom, I would’ve had a panic attack right there. Why does she have to be everywhere? Like, I get the point, I don’t need a physical reminder.

Both my hands rest on my forehead, massaging my temples as another heavy sigh escapes my lips. Killian is asking too many questions. Questions I can’t answer and Asami is literally everywhere. Everywhere!

It’s so insane. One minute I think I can relax and have a good time then she pops up. It’s unnerving. . . Being watched and stalked. . . Is not nice at all, yet certain books make it seem like it is.

Now that I’m experiencing this first hand by the biggest psychopath I’ve come across, the dread the female main characters’ experiences is being shared by me. I don’t like this at all but I can’t do anything about it.

I walk to his bed and throw my purse on it. I proceed to take my clothes off. Once my dress comes off my body and I’m putting nothing on but my matching underwear and sneakers, I sit on his bed to take my shoes off.

It’s been a long day. A half smile forms on my lips. An interesting day at that. I never would’ve dreamed enjoying my time in the opera as much as I did. But part of me is aware that I only revelled in it because he was there with me.

I get up from his bed, holding my shoes and dress in my hand. I walk to his closet first to dump my fit in his laundry basket even though I have nothing else to wear after this then I arrange my shoes neatly by the side of his wardrobe. Not with other shoes of his, but outside entirely. The last thing I want is to forget that I brought shoes.

A song blares in my ears. I walk toward where it rings the loudest. It’s coming from Killian’s bed, from my purse to be precise. I pick up my purse, open it and dip my hand inside.

It’s my phone. The number showing on the screen lets me know who the caller is. Asami. What does she want now?

I put on my air pods before picking up the call.

“Hello.” I say, my voice low as I stare dimly ahead of me. There could be no possible, reasonable reason as to why she’s calling by this time. Almost like she knows I returned to his place not long ago. I drop my phone on my bed and take out the plastic bag I use to wrap around my shoulder bandage to keep it away from getting wet. Tying it around my arm by myself is tasking but it’s not like anyone else is willing. I put on gloves, which I take out from my purse, to protect my palm then wrap a rubber band around the end to keep it fastened tightly.

“Are you crazy?” The icy tone of Asami blasts from the other end of the line. “What was with that attitude today? Are you trying to harm yourself, girl?” I know what she meant by ‘harm yourself’. She meant she harming me. My throat becomes dry and my mood immediately gets sour. I can’t talk to her openly like this. My tone will give my dismay away and Killian or one of his maids could be lurking around this house.

“I’m about to step into the shower, give me a second, please.” Silence trails from the other end of the line and I assume this is her indulging in my request. My hand grabs my phone and I head to the bathroom. The moment I step in, I place my phone on the sink before walking into the shower then I turn the shower tap on. “I’m free to speak.” I murmur. The soreness in my throat gets worse. I should drink some water. “Forgive my attitude. I didn’t know I acted in a certain way.” I murmur, responding to her earlier statement. I proceed to get rid of my underwear, hanging the pair over the cubicle, leaving me completely naked.

“You’re dumb, so it’s justifiable.” My breath hitched at her words. I’m not dumb but with her constant reminder of it, I can’t help but think I actually am. My eyes get watery. I mean, look at me, I’m being threatened by a woman I thought to be my friend and I am not doing anything about it due to fear, it is laughable.

“Yes it is. I don’t have a mind of my own to think.” I say, agreeing with her. Destroying my self esteem has become a thing between us.

“I called to check in on you. Not your wellbeing of course, I couldn’t care less about that.” Asami mutters. “Don’t give Killian a reason to suspect you.”

“I won’t.” That’s true but partly a lie. He already suspects something and I can’t control what he lets into his mind. After a short pause, I proceed to ask. “Is there anything else?”

Recently, well, just now, I’ve come to notice an order in her texts and call conversations. They mostly centre around Killian not knowing about it. It’s pitiful that she’s obsessed with someone who doesn’t give a shit about her but is this something I should take into account? She’s so fixated on him not knowing that I wonder what would happen if he actually does.

This doesn’t mean I’ll tell him though. I won’t test a theory that’s this risky when so many lives are on the line. His life included, but now, I’m starting to doubt that. It could just be the lives of me and my family that’s at stake and that’s even worse.

“Meet me tomorrow. Let’s have a medical checkup. I know a doctor.” When the one person who wants to kill me tells me this, it’s only natural for my mind to ring a warning alarm.

A lump forms in my throat. “I’ll do my best to create time.” I manage to say. My fingers wipe across my eyelids, drying my face of tears. The cubicle is getting really intoxicating with steam by the warm water flowing out the shower. I don’t think I should put my air pods on for much longer. I’m not in the shower but that doesn’t make them waterproof.

“Don’t do your best, do so. There are also certain things I’d love to go over with you in person.”

I was about to say something when a voice makes me flinch. “Having a call in the bathroom? That’s not very you.”

My heart skips a beat. When did Killian walk in? I swear, I didn’t notice anything. I hang up immediately by tapping my AirPods. “It’s nothing, Killian.” I say, turning to face him. I’m naked and my body is not wet yet I was on the phone. This screams suspicious in every way.

“Should I be worried?” He advances forward from his resting position on the cubicle glass door.

I fake a wavering smile. “It was a female, no need to get jealous.” I add. He’s still putting on his clothes. I let my eyes study his form from head to toe. Heck, he’s still putting on his shoes. Wearing shoes that were worn outdoors in the house is one thing, but inside the bathroom? That’s something I don’t entire agree with but I’d be a hypocrite to comment on it as I have done nearly the same thing countless times.

“I don’t think I need to be.” He stands in front of me. This makes me to look up so I can catch a glimpse of his face. Killian’s eyes raid my body. I notice his gaze linger on my covered shoulder but he doesn’t say a word.

“Step into the shower.” He finally says. I do as he says without hesitation. The last thing I want is to not obey and get him questioning the fuck out of me again. Killian follows me into the shower, wetting himself.

This makes me gasp.

“Don’t take your eyes off me.” He utters breathlessly, keeping his eyes pressed on me. I nod. Huge hands make its way to my thighs, groping them as they gently slip up.

My lips part to let out a soft pant. Oh God, keeping my gaze focused on him will be hard. With a push, he spreads my thighs apart a little. Unlike the other times when he touched me, there was no warning or clitoris play.

He went straight in. My body falls forward on his as three fingers thrust into my core. I let out a moan, squeezing my hands on his shirt. He’s finger fucking me, moving his fingers in and out of my pussy masterly with ease. I didn’t even know I was wet till now.

Maybe back then it was subtle with everything that was happening around me and to me, but now, with his fingers estranged between my pussy walls, I feel myself flow like a river. His pace quickens.

My pants become louder and my head is pressed on his chest. He doesn’t complain about it.

“I don’t know what bothers you or what you can’t tell me,” Killian’s deep voice sends fire to my core. He’s not saying anything slutty but his voice does things to me. “But let it out here. Let me ease of your tension and mind for a little while.” With my body pressed on his, I can hear his heart beat and feel every vibration as he speaks to me.

A loud moan slips out my mouth. My cheeks flush. He doesn’t need to tell me twice. . . It’s already working. I can feel every weight ease up my shoulders already.

A hand pulls my body back by my arm then holds my jaw. He holds my face to him while his fingers works my pussy deliciously.

My knees are weakening. It’s difficult to maintain my stamina.

“You look so fucking good when you’re taking my fingers in.” Resounds in my ears. A half grin forms on my lips. I’m still gasping heavily from his touch, but damn, I love having his fingers in me.