SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 94 - NINETY FOUR

- HAZEL -

If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve said I saw Carol’s eyes gleam with disturbing delight. Like she was satisfied by my pain. I want to say something but the sting worsens.

I stifle a groan, trying to make the pain not so obvious.

"How many bottles did you take?"

"I don’t know, three?" I croak, making a face. It feels like my intestines are twisting inside out while making painful knots in my belly. My whole inside feels like it’s ripping apart into pieces and the pain is becoming indescribable. I gasp.

Why is this happening to me? Low, heavy pants leave my mouth and I fall my body forward, darting my head away from Carol.

"You had too much." She finally says. Like I was supposed to know that?! "Here, let me help." Carol holds her hand out to me.

I feel like I’m dying and she’s holding her hand out? Call a freaking medic if you want to fucking help me! I want to smack her hand away but I try to stay calm.

"It happens sometimes. I’ve had my fair share of it." She reaches out for my hand and grabs my palm. Her fingers are soft yet hard. I can’t describe it, almost like these hands have gone through life yet her face and body doesn’t look it.

Her thumb presses my palm and runs upwards from the start of my wrist to the tip of every finger.

HOW IS THIS SUPPOSED TO HELP ME?! The urge to swear out loud is high but right now, my body is acting as if if I talk, it’ll explode so I choose to stay quiet.

I spread my lips slightly ajar and breathe through my mouth.

I’m so close to screaming. My tummy hurts so bad. My eyes begin to water.

"Come with me to the bathroom. I have something that’ll dilute the substance in your stomach and relieve the pain." She whispers in my ears.

I don’t think I can stand but I’m desperate for anything that’ll take this horrendous ache away at this point. I try to balance my heeled feet on the ground and raise my body. My legs pass through a brief paralysis before a hand reaches my stomach and supports my body up.

It’s Carol’s.

"Thanks." I murmur hoarsely. She nods, a simplistic smile on her face.

"Are you guys done with that?" Carol’s voice rings in my ears. I don’t know if it’s the proximity of our bodies but hearing her voice despite the music playing in the background messes with my eardrums. My body is crouched lower than hers yet her voice pierced through my ears like blades. A grimace forms on my face. This ache is worse than cramps. The worst I’ve ever felt in my whole damn life. I sob, trying to be quiet. "We’ll be back." Carol adds. She bends herself lower and faces me. "Let’s go." I hear her whisper. Even that pinches my ears.

"Carol." Someone says when we walk out of the confinement of the sofas. I feel her hand stiffen around me. Who the fuck is it now? Can’t it wait? I roll my eyes. This is an emergency!

Her hand leaves my body with immediate quickness that it leaves me stunned but I don’t question it. I don’t have the ability nor capacity to do so at the moment.

I bite my lip, trying to divert my attention from the severity of the pain in my stomach.

The person who calls her name mutters something I can’t hear then leaves. I didn’t see the face of the person but from the voice, I could tell it was a female and she didn’t sound happy.

"Ready to go?" Carol’s asks, placing her arm around my waist.

"Pl..ease.." I manage to say.

My legs are killing me, my body feels like it will collapse in any second and I can’t even bend to take my heels off.

At least I can move! I say in my mind, watching my feet make it’s way on the ground. Carol says she has something to numb the pain. I hope it doesn’t take time before it works because I doubt I can last another minute in this state.

I scream the moment I sight a door, nearly falling. Carol’s body is the only thing keeping me on my feet.

Carol hushes me politely. "Have a seat. I’ll make the mix right now." She says, supporting my body on the closed toilet seat. I sit there and wait for her. She’s still here. I can hear running water but don’t know where it’s running from. My mouth widens as I mutter a silent cry.

A body makes its way to me. The owner of the body squats down and holds a cup of water to my face. "Here you go." The lady says, holding out a pill. "It shouldn’t take time before you feel the effects of the drug. I’d say, five to ten minutes."

I look at her hesitantly then grab the pill. I need to feel sane again. This whole thing is driving me mad. I put the pill in my mouth then take the cup of water from Carol. I drown it down my throat, swallowing the pill.

"Feel better?" Carol asks, flashing me a smile.

"I..." I take a pause to breathe. "I don’t know." I pant, looking everywhere else but at her. I guess I just have to wait to find out.

- ASAMI -

I hate Natalie. In fact, I despise her. My fist folds, the urge to slam it against a wall or something harder is pungent.

Who the fuck even let her in here? How did I not know about her arrival? I walk to the sink and turn on the tap, looking at myself in the mirror. The nice, goody too shoes smile is gone. The woman staring back at me is not the Carol every dimwit here knows, but the vicious, venomous Asami who would’ve gotten away with tonight fully satisfied by that wench drowning in despair if Natalie didn’t show up.

I rinse my hand in the sink. My face is full of hate. Hate for Natalie, hate for that bitch seated just a few steps away from me and hate for, as much as I like to hide it, S. I turn the tap off and give a side glance to the girl by my side.

Natalie’s words replays in my head. "If you dare cause this girl more harm than you’ve already done, you’ll have me to contend with." That threat is even scarier than Killian’s. I don’t want to contend with Natalie. That woman doesn’t like me. Never has, and the last time I got in her way.... let’s just say, it wasn’t a very pleasant experience but a very memorable one.

I gulp. My fists clench. I never planned to kill Hazel. I can’t do so even if I want to, I just wanted to give her a taste of what pain feels like. I would’ve given her a dose of the treatment later on, little by little.

Not so much to heal her completely, but just enough to give her some relief, so she comes begging for more and I supply it to her in tiny quantity. Like a rat hunting for food.

But Natalie ruined it!

I force a smile on my face. Hazel and I have been here for a few minutes. "You okay? The others will be waiting." I ask nicely. Putting on a façade is something I’m used to, after all, I’ve done it quite a lot.

Hazel hums. "I do feel better. I think I’ll sit this game out. Thanks."

My teeth chews on my inner cheek. I feel like clawing my nails into my skin till it peels and bleeds but I won’t ruin my perfect skin.

"Okay, take care. I’ll inform the others and if they choose to proceed or try something else out, I’ll be sure to let you know. I’ll stay with you."

"No, it’s fine. Have fun, Carol. Dope party." She sounds weak.

She is weak. How on earth can Killian stand being with someone so vulnerable? So fragile? I’m disgusted!

"I’d rather not. My guests are my priority and you are." I wink at her. "I’ll be back." Being nice is stinging a lot. Natalie is here and I don’t have much of a choice but to babysit Hazel.

If there is one word to describe my emotions toward Hazel, it’s pure, distasteful, hate.