SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 135

- HAZEL -

I’m angry. Seeing her here all relaxed and comfortable with that smile I want to scrape off her face with a knife infuriates every bone in my body.

Knowing she never told me her name and knew Killian this whole time irritates me to the bone. Him not mentioning a single word about her to me even when he met her the first time I made an introduction pisses me off.

I just want to rip both their skins off but I can’t.

How could he let me bond with the one woman he bonded with during his childhood and not say a word about it to me?! The thought is sickening and I feel like a fool.

I feel played. My mind is thinking of every possible time they met secretly without my knowledge and every possible thing they did.

I’m big on trust. A man I was in a romantic relationship with has broken my heart before while sleeping with one of my close friends so I had hoped Killian was different. A painful lump forms in my throat and I try to forcefully swallow it.

I still hope he is different. My chest feels so heavy that I think I’m going to collapse on this floor right now but I can’t afford to.

I can’t afford to think of so many hurtful things he could’ve done with this woman while he was with me. Or while he was with Kate.

They’re in an open relationship and my connection with him is wrong in so many ways so why did I think for a second that my bond with him was not just as non exclusive as hers?

I don’t want to think about these things. I’m choosing to look at the bright side of things. I’m searching for the bright side and none of them are blaring at my face.

I saw them in those photos. I saw how happy they were. I saw how comfortable they were. I read them being lovers at the back of every photo that the two of them were in. Even the ones her face was scarce showed him being in love. Now I wonder. . .

Past lovers? Or is it still recent?

Is he engaged to Kate while being with both her and me? My lips come ajar to let out a breath. Why are there so many sickening questions in my head? This is torture.

The silence has my fury heightening. This is so disrespectful in so many ways.

My feet takes gentle steps forward and my hand grabs a ceramic table lamp. I see my hand moving, swinging the lamp in the air at her before I could think about having a single care in the world.

The vase lands on the table, shattering into bits by her side.

I heard it break. Heard the ceramic pieces become dust and crumble just like my heart is right now. And it doesn’t even make me feel better, it just makes me feel worse.

My eyes turn to the side to watch Killian.

Go and meet her to show her care and help, I dare you, I say with my glare before staring back at Asami. Her chest heaves and I notice her eyes widening. She’s still standing in the same spot like my action didn’t braze her in the slightest but knowing those broken particles definitely flew into her skin because of the closeness fills my heart with joy. At least blood will flow and it’s not mine.

“My goodness, who the heck are you?!” I scream, fighting the urge to turn this place into a wrecked piece of mess. Breaking things when I feel heart broken is my go to and I hate to admit this but I love Killian so much that I don’t want to damage his property and it gets me annoyed.

Since when do I think straight when pissed off?

“Hazel,” Hearing his voice makes me grit my teeth.

“I don’t care how much stronger you are than me, choose your words carefully.” I say to him.

I don’t even want to hear his voice but I need him to explain.

“Who is she to you, Killian?” I ask, indecisive if I actually want to know. I can feel this strong front I’m displaying crumbling.

Killian stares at me. There’s no trace of anger in his eyes. He doesn’t look guilty nor mad about his damaged lamp. He doesn’t look like someone trying to prove innocence or build a reputation. The only trace of emotion I see in his gaze is compassion and tenderness. Sorrow too.

But why? And why does it ease my mind a bit?

“Oh please, skip the fiery romance. It irks me.” The arrogant couldn’t care less tone in her voice pisses me off. “I’m Asami. Old friend of his, came here to bond with you under a false alias just to piss him off. That’s basically the gist.” She says, walking forward, away from the broken pieces on the floor. “I don’t like you Hazel. Never did. And he knew.” She says. There’s no form of remorse in her tone. She’s happy saying it and it’s so obvious. “Of course he told me to stay away but what’s more fun than playing with the feelings of two people in love?” She said the last part with distaste. “Especially when I don’t agree with the romance? Long story short, I came here to break you. And for other reasons.” She shrugs. I’m stunned I’ve been quietly listening to this but part of me is completely surprised and not. She was just too nice to me.

I feel so stupid.

“And you were easy to mess with.” She adds. freewebnσvel.cѳm

“Watch your mouth, Asami.”

My eyelids flutter to stare at Killian. So now he speaks up for me? Tch.

“What?” She chuckles. “It’s true. I’m just glad the cat’s out of the bag and I don’t have to pretend anymore. It was one thing trying to poison you. It was another holding the urge to leak your nudes on the internet when I posted that blog.”

My breath hitches. So it was her. I feel faint. She was the one who started the blog yet consoled me about it.

How on earth does she even have my nudes? Hearing this come from Carol of all people makes me want to burst out in tears. I cared for her. Shared certain things I never did with anyone else I’ve associated with here. I trusted her.

Invited her in.

My Lord, I feel so stupid. Impeccably foolish at that.

“I love Killian.” Carol. . . I swallow, realising it’s not her name, Asami says. “And just like before, I’m sure you know quite well I can make my way into his heart again.” She looks at me.

I expected Killian to have thrown a resounding slap on her face but he doesn’t know when to not be a gentleman, does he?

I’m feeling so many things at once and I can’t even begin to comprehend this.

I’m hurt. Knowing everything Ca. . no, Asami and I shared was false is one thing but this betrayal and pompous talk is driving me sick.

A smile forms on my face as I look up to face her. My eyes examines this room. I think I’ve been here before but the memory is just so vague. My eyes rest on the centre table. That’s when I notice my laptop.

“I’d love to see you try.” I say to Asami, responding to her shitty small talk. I’m disgusted at the two of them but my word is certainly not a bluff. I stare at Killian, my anger still present. “Don’t even think of coming close to me or following me.” I say. I walk in front of him to grab my laptop then storm out.

Asami is stupid, that’s for sure. She patiently warmed her way into my life just to get close to someone I know. I fancy her effort but acting all jealous and uncomfortable with myself won’t help matters especially when I’m standing in front of her. So of course I needed to put on the brave face and say that even though I want the earth to open and swallow them both at the same time.

He just stood there and watched her blab things. Knowing he met with a woman who obviously has intentions to be with him makes me angrier the more I think about it. I don’t want to talk to him at all.

I don’t even want to know how many times they have met behind my back.

A thought pops in my mind.

I stop walking down the corridor and make my way back into the room they are both in. My gaze lands on the two of them, standing in the same position I left them. I walk to Killian and dip my hand in his pockets, searching for something.

My hand lands on a wallet. Well, trust a man like him to casually carry his wallet around even when causally dressed at home. I take it out of his pocket and angrily arrange his clothes back in order. That’s when my eyes lands on a strap.

My brows crease when I notice a metallic thing inside the strap. It’s a gun.

My breath hitches as a gasp leaves my lips. Well this is America. Maybe I should even get one.

I retract my steps. My gaze fixes on Asami.

Having a gun would’ve come in handy right about now. I waltz out of his room. With this much anger, I wonder if this is me walking out of his life. . . . Or not.