SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 97 - NINETY SEVEN

- HAZEL -

I’m stuffed. Overly stuffed that I can’t feel my legs. I feel pregnant.

And my stomach doesn’t feel sore anymore. Maybe all I needed was a good meal. Killian is in the kitchen, taking care of our dishes and I know I’m supposed to be there with him but my curiosity on that file and detailed paperwork of me is still on my mind and I need to get to that room first! If not to go through it, at least to tidy it and keep everything back where I saw it so he doesn’t suspect a thing.

"I’ll be right back!" I yell, hopping up the stairs. My body feels heavy. I really do feel pregnant.

I make my way to Killian’s door and stop in front, resting my hands on my crouched knees to catch my breath.

I swallow after maintaining my composure. I can now go in.

I take a deep breath then exhale slowly, twisting the door knob. Shock meets me when I sight the freshly made bed. This.... is the right room... right?

I blink twice to be sure. Everything else is in order aside from my side of the bed. It’s laid. It’s meant to be un-laid and rough with a pillow covering a file but it seems like nobody ever laid on this bed in the first place!

I groan in frustration and massage my temples. Did Killian come here before me? If yes, was it during dinner? He didn’t act like he noticed I went through anything. I would be pissed off if someone touched my stuff without my permission, especially something private, including him but he didn’t say a word.

Maybe he doesn’t consider those private? Maybe he wanted me to see them? I can’t tell with his plain reaction!

I also can’t tell if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Am I safe? Was I hallucinating? I can’t tell! Ughh!! I shut the door and run to his other room. I push the door open roughly. The lights are off.

I switch it on with a flick of my finger and stare at the empty room. My eyes dulls instantly. I don’t even want to bother finding out stuff anymore, it’s just tiring. Maybe he’ll tell me why he has my photos and a document of me if I ask him.

I wonder if he has them for jerking off purposes. My cheeks burn.

Or if he has my file because I’m his student. My face flattens. Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t logical. Being my professor doesn’t explain the pictures though. I sigh and turn the lights off.

Have you ever felt like you know someone but you don’t actually know them? Killian and I haven’t really had much of a talk about certain deep personal stuff. Although our relationship started not long ago so it’s understandable. Maybe it’ll flow. I sigh. I’m trying so hard to be more mature than my age and not overthink.

I close the door and make my way back to his main room. I push the door open. My eyes linger on the neatly spread bed.

Wait. My brows crease as the thought dawns on me. If Killian and I had dinner all night together, who took care of the stuff I was looking at? Who came into this room when we were obviously occupied at the dinning room?

My hand rests on my forehead. Why am I suddenly worrying about this? Well, I should be, right?

I’m not sure. I think I should.

"There you are." A hand twines around my waist from behind. "Avoiding cleaning, little kitten?" Killian rests his head on my shoulder, hugging me from behind.

I actually forgot I was supposed to meet him. "Maybe." I respond, putting my arm on his hand. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. Or am I? I don’t know.

Ugh, I feel so stuck and I don’t know who to talk about this to. Certainly not Kate. She has her own family drama and how would I explain why I’m in her fiancé’s house by this time anyway?

"Forgiven. Only because you’re cute." Killian kisses my neck. This sends shivers down my spine for a different reason. I want to know what’s in that marriage contract. I also want to read everything in that paperwork of me. Let me know if it’s school related and I’m just being nosy and paranoid.

"Oh yeah?" I grin. "Can’t think of anything else?" I tilt my head to the side to let his head rest properly on my shoulder. My hair gets tucked behind my ears by his hand.

"Anything you want to add? You sure are many things." Killian kisses me again. Only this time, I feel his tongue on my neck. Feeling his kisses run down the planes of my neck is distracting. Very distracting.

"I have school tomorrow." I say, trying to stay focused on the reason I’m here.

"If I’m confident your body can take much movement, you’ll attend."

I frown. "Okay dad."

A deep chuckle vibrates into the skin of my neck and Killian bites me. "Just so you know, whatever you call me turns me on because I can turn anything you say sexual."

Great! Now I have butterflies. "This is your way of telling me to go to bed, yes? Because I know you wouldn’t-"

"Touch you?" He smacks my ass and slides his hand underneath my hoodie. "Correct. You need rest." Killian says to me. I sigh. He walks me to the bed and I lay down. The moment my head rests on the pillow, I dip my hand in. There’s no envelope underneath nor inside the pillow case. I quickly open the first and last drawer. Aside from his watch and bangles being in the same place, the last drawer is empty. Almost like I was seeing you things earlier but that couldn’t be possible. I know what I read. I know what I held in my hands.

I close the drawers. "Killian?" I call tiredly.

"Mm?" Killian says. He’s holding a book open, down to the center his body. His concentration is on the book. That’s hot. I love watching him read. "You won’t hide anything important from me, right?" Killian’s gaze shifts my way. "Like if there was something major that I needed to know about you, you will tell me, right?"

Killian was silent. "Of course." He finally responds. His hand swings to the side and pats my head. This is reassuring. "Now get some rest."

"Okay, then um," I continue. "You would tell me why there was a file about me in your desk with a series of my pictures if I ask?"

Killian is still staring at me. The anger I thought he’d have in his eyes when I ask isn’t there.

"I did see them and I’m not dreaming, right?" My tone is low. I’m starting to doubt what I actually saw.

A warm smile forms on his face. "Right." Killian mutters, just as calmly as I do. "You saw what you saw. I had a maid take care of it while in the kitchen."

That was smart and fast as fuck. No freaking way!

"Care to explain why I literally was all over your drawer?"

"I’m your pervert. Think about it."

My face flattens. So he was jerking off. No. I refuse to believe that. I squint, trying to see any trace of mockery on his face. Killian is holding himself from laughing. Aha! I punch his shoulder. "You’re so annoying!" I turn to the other side.

"Goodnight Kitten." He says.

"Yeah, sure. Night." Almost like he knew that was the first thing I thought of and he chose to make a joke out of it.

"I’ll wake you up with breakfast to take your meds."

I puff my cheeks with air. "Hmph!" The sheet shifts slightly and I turn to face him. "Goodnight." I say.

Killian winks at me. My face flushes. "I have those for research, soon enough you’ll know the full story."

I nod. I wonder what he means by ’the full story’ but I don’t ask. I stretch my hand forward and grab his palm. My fingers clench around his.

My nosy ass still wants to read what was in that paperwork. I need to know the maid who tidied up.