SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 86 - EIGHTY SIX

- HAZEL -

"Keep this. Don’t lose it next time." Killian slides something over my neck in front of me, while holding me to him. We’re in the mall.

My body feels ripened with good sex and I can’t help but grin all through the walk. I hold it in my hand, wondering what it is.

My mouth drops. It’s my necklace. The one I wore to the congratulations dinner where I drowned. He had it the whole time.

Wait, he was the mystery gifter! Oh my God. Unless he happened to find it in the pool.

"I wanted to return it sooner but didn’t have the chance to."

I bite my lower lip. Is it weird that this makes me love him even more? "Thank you." I say, looking up at him.

Killian spares me a gaze. "Don’t pretend. You didn’t even know it was gone." His tone is playful and a smile forms on his lips.

Yup. Confirmed. He’s the one who got it for me.

"Yes, fine jewelry is what I would’ve been thinking of in the depths of a pool." I shoot him a glare, sarcasm trailing off my voice. I might’ve had plenty of time to reflect on my belongings that I lost, but I doubt anything about that night was something I wanted to remember.

Also, despite breaking up with him, I’m still in contact with Kaiden. I wonder if it’s something Killian should know? It’s not a bad thing, right? Kaiden and I are just acquaintances.

Killian spins me around to face the entrance of a boutique. "Only spot I know with nice costumes." He says to me. This mall is huge but this boutique seems to take a wide amount of space here. Almost like whoever owns it bought three to four spaces and merged it into one shop.

I clear my throat, dipping the jewelry in my purse. "Bring your credit card?" I ask, holding my hand out. Killian dips his hand in his chest pocket and brings out a wallet. He takes a golden card out of it and places it on my stretched out palm.

"Always." He says.

Don’t judge me, Killian is rich. If there’s a spot he knows for clothes, then that place will probably have luxurious prices and I’m not about to go broke for one night party. Even my parents will question me because I have a lot of money for my allowance monthly. My fingers clench around his card.

"Is this what you do?" I ask, teasing. "Fuck someone then spend your money on her?"

Killian holds my chin between his fingers and tilts my head up to face him. His lips presses on mine and I open my mouth in awe. He uses the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth, giving me a short kiss. "Only the ones I love."

He kissed me in public. My knees go weak.

"And you’re my only exception. Don’t have wild, lingering thoughts." He adds like he knew I might read a whole new meaning into his words. "Where were we?" Killian’s voice is deep. "Ah, yes. We were getting you an outfit."

Killian pulls me to his side by my waist, keeping my body close to his like someone could snatch me away. I can barely breathe due to his grip but he’s the only reason I can walk right now, so I’m glad.

My knees are practically jelly.

We walk to the cashier. "Is Natalie present? I made a reservation this morning." Killian says to the lady in a white shirt and long black skirt. She’s definitely a worker.

"If you give me a minute, I’ll call for her." The lady says and starts pressing buttons on a landline phone. I hear the ring when she pulls the phone to her ears.

"A call for Natalie. A customer requests her presence." The lady says. "Yes. Yes." She looks at us. "May I have your name, sir?" freewebnσvel.cøm

"Killian." Killian says. His voice hardens.

She averts her gaze back to the phone, scribbling her finger on it around the same circular axis. "Mister Killian." She pauses for a second. "Okay, I’ll send him in now." She holds the phone down, ending the call and looks at us. A professional smile is painted across her nude pink lips. "Please follow me." She says to us, walking out of the confinement of the till area.

Killian and I follow her from behind. "You made a reservation?" I ask, whispering.

"Only the best services for you, my dear." He whispers back and kisses my forehead. How did he do that on such short notice?

Is there any connection he doesn’t have?

"Tell me the truth, are you some sort of government spy? How do you get booked so easily?" I whisper rant.

Killian taps the tip of my nose with his hand. "Nothing for you to think about, kitten." He says to me. My brows crease. He doesn’t really say much about his job to me. I wonder if there’s someone he takes orders from.

The thought is mocking. I doubt someone like that will have such wealth.

Killian loves giving orders. That makes me wonder, what exactly are those businesses he has? I want to find out.

The lady we met earlier opens a door which we go into. My mouth drops the moment I see the large room. There are mirrors everywhere and it is scented with lavender. By the corner of the room is a sofa. Two red curtains seal the door opening which I assume is the changing room. Killian sits on the sofa.

"Natalie will be here in a minute." The lady says and walks away.

Now it’s just us in the room. I turn my body to the side while looking at the mirror, trying to have a good view of my ass. I can see myself three-sixty in here. I giggle.

I keep my eyes glued to the wiggle of my skirt as I shake my ass gently. This makes me laugh subtly.

"Keep doing that and we might end up having something to keep us occupied during the minute." Killian says out loud, his tone was fierce and I can’t help but think I did something wrong. I freeze, staring at him through the mirror. His eyes are all over me.

"Sorry." My voice lowers. Guilt pricks me at every corner.

"Don’t be, kitten." Killian says. "Don’t ever be." He gets up and meets me. "You did nothing wrong. I’m just insanely attracted to you." Killian’s hands find my waist and he tugs me to his chest sharply. His face hovers down the plains of my neck, I can feel his nose touch my skin. I slowly tilt my head to the side to let him kiss me.

His breath is hot on my skin. "And every fucking thing you do turns me on." He murmurs, pressing his lips on my neck. A soft gasp rattles out my mouth.

The door opens. Someone walks in.

Embarrassed, I try to push him away but he doesn’t budge. "Killian..." I call his name silently, tilting my head away. "Someone’s here."

Something wet slides down my neck. It’s his tongue. "Don’t be embarrassed by the thing you enjoy doing." He says and let’s go of me.

What if that thing is private? Like really, really private. I swallow. My body is faced with cold the moment his body leaves mine. I miss having his warmth around me all of a sudden.

"Natalie." Killian says, making me turn around. Standing at the door with a wide grin on her face is a middle aged, ginger clothed in a long, black, sleeveless, heart shaped hem, mermaid tail dinner dress with a slit drawing from the bottom to her thigh. Her grin already tells me what I need to know. She caught us and she finds that amusing.

"I understand your need for romance but please keep it away from my walls." Natalie says. She’s pretty.

Her fingers hold a fancy hand fan which she uses to fan herself from beneath her chin, elegantly.

"A pleasure to meet you too." Killian says.

Natalie scoffs. "Who said it was anything pleasurable?" From their conversation, although brief, I can tell these two know each other. Probably have history.

"My woman here needs an outfit for an eerie party. Have anything in mind?"

He just called me his to someone else. My heart skips a beat.

"If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be Natalie." The lady says. Killian sits back down on the sofa.

"Well then, do your job." Killian says. "She’ll brief you in on what she wants."

Natalie folds her hand fan with a flick of her hand to the side and walks to me. Her eyes adorn my body and she words her measurements out loud from a distance. She sure knows her stuff.

"Let’s go in for a minute darling, I need precise measurements." She says to me. She wants me to undress. Normally, I’d find that unsettling but I don’t complain. I’ve seen a lot of naked women throughout my years and I’ve been naked in a room filled with women too. Plus, if Killian trusts her, then I trust her too. I follow her to the door opening sealed by a curtain. She pulls the curtain to the side.

Killian jerks up in his seat. "What are you doing?"

"Avoiding prying eyes, is what." She replies him curtly.

Killian looks unsatisfied. "If you want to do anything with her, you can do it here. In front of me."

"You can’t be any more perverty, can you, Killian? A lady needs her decency. Yours or not." Natalie has a wicked smile on her chin. I kind of enjoy the frustration on Killian’s face. I’m enjoying their banter way too much to say anything. "Go in there, darling." Natalie says to me, a lot nicer than when she speaks with Killian. I laugh under my breath.

"You better not come in." I hear her words trail from behind. I know who she’s talking to. I take my phone out of my purse, along with the invitation card. I want to send a text to Killian.

"Nope. No phones." Natalie intervenes. "Not allowed." She says.

I huff, dropping my phone back in my purse. I guess Killian will have to wait for me. No matter how long that’ll be.

"Here." I hand over the invitation to her. "It has the party theme."

Natalie takes it from me and stares at it. "This will be quite interesting to work on. I’ll be back a moment, let me get my fabrics and designs." She walks out of the room, leaving me alone. I’m torn between taking my phone out to text him and just obeying her wishes. I feel like she has eyes everywhere for some reason.

"I won’t be here for long." I yell, hoping Killian hears me.

"Don’t bet on it. It’s Natalie. She will do all in her power to make my life hell when she can."

I laugh. That must be hardcore love. "Maybe do something while I’m here?" I wait for a response. He doesn’t say anything. "I’ll take that as a no."

The curtains force its way open and Natalie comes in with three others, pushing a huge stack of clothes on a hanger rack. "Get the others in." She says and they walk out.

Yup. I’ll be here for a while. I stand at a corner, watching them. My lips form a line. When I saw Natalie, I thought she’d say something regarding my appearance. I’m young. Killian is hot, handsome and young, no doubt, but one can tell the age difference at first glance yet she didn’t say anything. Maybe she was being polite? I’m not sure but I sure as hell don’t want to ask.

"I’ll make you look wonderful, dear."

I hope so. I need to be the best looking there yet. Or at least amongst them. I’m tired of being a loner.