SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 24 - TWENTY FOUR

- HAZEL -

He did not just tie me up and lock me in his trunk. I can’t believe Killian. DID HE EVEN THINK OF HOW I’D BREATHE?!

After a long drive, my throat hurt and I got tired of screaming. I also couldn’t reach my phone so I dished that thought too. He’s meant to be with Kate, what changed?

I swallowed as the car came to a halt. Did I seriously send my nude to my best friend’s fiancé? Shit. How dumb could I have been?

I mean, I’m and I was drunk but not that drunk.

I heard footsteps and noises. Soon, strong arms came in sight as they pulled the trunk open and I stared at the bearer. As expected, it’s no other person than Killian.

"I’m home. Enjoy the ride?" He asks with a sly grin on his face. I can tell he’s enjoying this a little too much.

My brows creased. "Fuck you."

He chucked. Killian grabbed my phone and purse then drew me out roughly.

"Be gentle, you asshole!" I yelled but I doubt he’s having any of it. I scoffed. I don’t care if he’s my professor but outside campus walls, he’s just Killian, the man I slept with and who abducted me just a few minutes ago.

"You should’ve thought about that when you scarred me with your hands and heels, kitten." Killian said. His voice is so deep that I felt it’s vibration. That gave me butterflies yet my eyes widened in horror. The deep chuckle which escaped his lips reverberated throughout my body. "Yes, you should be afraid of what I am going to do to you for that."

... How did he know?

I gulped. Something he said just popped into my head. Did he actually say.... home? He dragged me to his house, again!

I took a deep breath and tried to make shape of my environment but it’s just too dark. How is he even moving?

Ugh.

"Dragging me to your house? Is that how your game works, Killian?" I ask with a roll of my eyes. I want him to know I’m annoyed.

"You didn’t give me much of a choice." He said. Killian stopped moving. I can’t see what he’s doing while hung on one shoulder but I know he’s doing something with his other hand. Metal clashing with metal rang in my ears. Maybe he’s getting his key out.

"I have a dorm. You’re my professor."

"You wanted me to take you there while in this state?" He sounds annoyed. He literally abducted me. If anyone should be pissed, it should be me.

"That’s what I would’ve done if I was alone or with my roommates!" frёewebηovel.cѳm

"No. You’d have let yourself be at the mercy of a man you met on Tinder." He pushed the door so hard that it slammed on the wall. That made me flinch. Is he mad at me because of that? Why on earth is that his business?

I took a deep breath to calm my pounding heart. Killian couldn’t give two shits about me and my well being.

"That’s what you get when you are engaged and go on Tinder!" I snapped back. He has no right to snap at me. I’m sure he’s here because Kate sent him. I roll my eyes. That must be the only way. She’s probably in his living room waiting for me.

Killian didn’t say a word. He just walked in. The lights came on and my body fell gently on a soft surface. It’s his sofa. I can’t lie, I kind of expected him to throw me down but he didn’t. I stared around.

This man is a professor yet his house looks this majestic. First the one back home and now here? Is he truly a professor? Or does he get involved in fraud?

"Say what you’re thinking." Killian said.

I looked up to face him. He walks to me and kneels. Now he’s undoing the ropes around my ankles.

"Huh?" I ask.

"What’s on your mind. I know you’re curious about something. Now that I’m here, ask." The moment the ropes left my feet, I felt relieved. "Hands." He said and I stretched my hands forward. She chuckled. "You should be tied more often. It makes it easier to control you."

My brows furrowed. I refuse to respond to that. The cuffs came off my wrists and I sighed with relief. It’s so nice to be free and not enclosed in a tight corner. I stared around once more. There’s no sign of her. "Is she here? Kate." I ask softly.

"Is that really what you want to ask, kitten?" He looks up at him. Staring at his eyes got me lost for a second. I cleared my throat.

"Don’t call me that." I whispered. Killian stood up and took a few steps back.

"She’s not. I don’t bring women home."

My heart skipped a beat. Women? She’s not just any woman. "Not even her?"

Killian walks behind me. I didn’t follow his movement with my gaze but he came back with a tumbler and a bottle of brandy. The tumbler is half filled with the brandy. He drank out of it. "Not even her." He said.

That made my body hair stand. I want to ask why. I also want to ask why I’m here. "Why am I here then?"

He spared me a side gaze. "Because you’re dumb."

That’s make my eyelids flickle. That was not the answer I was expecting. "Excuse me?"

"You’re stupid, Hazel." He’s not helping. How can he say that so suavely? "I know you won’t remember and even if you do, won’t say a word. It’s a good thing, the good kind of stupid."

"Are you baiting me right now?"

"Call if whatever you want." He winked at me and drank from his glass again.

I inhaled to clear my head then exhaled softly. "Why are you on tinder anyway?"

Killian groaned. "Because your best friend is a different breed of human."

Kate wanted him on Tinder? What is she, Stupid?

Wait,... that’s kind of ironic.

I cleared my throat. My eyes wandered around his house again. Such nice furniture. I know because my parents are wealthy.

"Something tells me there’s more you’re not asking. Ask. I’ll feed your curiosity." Killian said.

"Are you a fraud?" Left my lips before I could even think of what I wanted to say. That came out wrongly. My hands covered my lips the moment the words came out. "I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant."

Killian laughed. "It’s okay. I understand why you’ll think that." He picked the bottle of brandy from the glass side table and poured himself another refill. "Let’s say, teaching is what you all call a side hustle. My side hustle. It earns me peanuts."

"If I may, can I ask another question?"

He raised the hand holding his tumbler up, gesturing me to ask. "Go ahead."

"What do you do?" I ask. Killian eyes darkened as he met my gaze. He has a half grin on his face. That makes me feel uneasy.

"Oh little Hazel, some things are best not known." He drank the contents of his glass completely and dropped the cup on the side table. His eyes were on me while he did that. "Anything else?"

"What happens now?"

’You go upstairs. Pick a room, shower, and sleep." He said. "Don’t go anywhere on the left. I forbid it." Killian said and crossed his arms over his chest. His shoulders are so broad. His arms are strong too. I want to touch it but I can’t.

It’s quite funny. The last time I was alone with him, this is how the night started. He didn’t want to touch me. Until I made a move. I thought being alone with him again will stir things or be dangerous for me but it’s not.

My nude.

I got up. "Did you?..." I don’t know how to ask. "Did you see that photo I sent?"

Killian’s back is facing me. "On Tinder? Yes, I did."

"Okay." Seeing the back of his head makes this worse.

"You didn’t respond to it." I added.

He turned to face me without turning fully. "Would you rather I did?"

I swallowed. It’s shitty for me to answer that. Or ask in the first place. My eyes wandered around the floor. "Maybe."

"Yes or no."

"Yes." I accepted feeling guilty.

"What would you have loved to hear?"

My throat clenched. "The truth."

"Your tits are beautiful, Hazel."

I know I’m meant to feel better but I think he’s saying that just because I’m here. Not because he means it and it sucks.

"If I could, I would worship it all over again. Suck your nipples till it’s sore and marked with my teeth. Does that answer your question?"

"That gave me butterflies." I said nervously.

He smiled and turned back. "Don’t do things based on a temporary emotion. It never ends well." He said to me.

Who is he to advise me? I’m in this situation because of him in the first place. because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants for one night despite having a fiancé and chose to fuck me.

Although I hate that it happened but I’m starving and want more.

"Okay." I said. I feel sick. I feel terrible. "Goodnight."

Killian sighed. "Night."

I walked away. I know I can’t see him but I felt his eyes gawking all over me. And that makes me hate myself even more.