SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 139

- HAZEL -

I yawn. My hand leans over my shoulder and my fingers massage it as I move my other arm backwards in a circular motion, stretching my joint. I peer my eyes lower to rest on the time showing at the bottom of my laptop screen. It’s five pm.

I begin to crack my neck, stretching my whole body. I’ve been in this position for quite a long time. At least it was worth it, I was able to study. . . and also keep someone waiting.

I hold my phone in my hand and stare at the chat between Killian and I. There’s no way he’s still waiting for me. There’s no possible thing that’ll drive him to wait here for hours.

A smile forms on my face as I put my laptop to sleep and climb down my bed. That’ll teach him not to cross me. I am so angry at him that I just want to squeeze something!

I walk out of my room, going outside to ‘meet’ him. I did say I’d need some time. Let’s see how apologetic he can actually be. I step out of my dorm, holding my phone in my hand and walk outside. My eyes peer along the wide driveway in front of the dorm. It’s empty.

He’s not here. No one’s parked in front. See? I told you, he won’t wait. I scoff as I turn around, ready to walk into my room when a ding brings my attention to my phone. I look at the notification blaring at me from my screen. It’s a text. My brows crease.

‘Turn to your left. I’ve been waiting for you, kitten.’ It’s Killian.

My lips part slowly ajar and I search for him. That’s when I sight him. Inside his car, parked at a distant corner at the left is him. I notice the car door open and I shake my head. I don’t want him to come outside, I’ll meet him myself.

My jaw tightens. Why does part of me feel so relieved? Killian waited. My cheeks begin to burn. I maintain a straight face as I walk to meet him. Knowing he spent his time in his car waiting for me makes my heart melt. I clear my throat as I near his vehicle. This explanation he wants to give better be worth it.

Killian winds down when I stand in front of him. I don’t think entering his car is the best option. I give him a cold stare. “You wanted to talk, so talk.” I fold my arms across my chest.

“Get in.” He says, his voice soft and warm. My brows narrows as the tone he used to converse to me hit me then I immediately shove it away. I’m not going to let him swoon me this easily. “Please?” He begs, looking deep into my eyes.

That look makes my legs weaken and breaks this strong font I’m putting on.

I don’t say a word but walk to the back seat at the other side. I pull the door open and sit down, closing it back. I don’t want to sit near him. I don’t want to see him at all and I’m sure he knows that, even if it’s not entirely true.

Part of me wants this story of his to make me believe and trust him. Part of me knows this man has the power to make me crumble or feel okay. I hope he does the latter. I need him to make me feel okay and end this suffering and pain etching from the depths of my heart.

My eyes are glued on what lays ahead of me, staring at thin air to be precise. Without averting my gaze to face his direction, I know he’s staring at me.

“Talk.” I say, my eyes dull yet full of hate. Hate for someone else, not him. “You wanted me here, I’m here. So speak.” I add, still staring ahead, determined not to even look him in the eye. I fear that if my eyes land on him, I’ll remember what just happened clearer than before and it’ll only do more harm to me than good. I also fear that if I pay attention to my environment more and actually pay attention to the ventilation in his car, I’d sniff female perfume, to avoid that, I’m trying to be as nonchalant as I can possibly be.

My arms fold across my chest. The silence is getting on my nerves. I finally look at him without causing a change in my body posture. He’s just staring at me. I rest my hand on the car door, holding the handle in case I need to get out. “If you have nothing to say,” I utter about to open the door. This threat is not needed but I didn’t come out all the way from the comfort of my bed to meet with his silence. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

“Please.” Killian objects before I could pull the handle to open the door. “Stay. Let’s go somewhere else. Someplace where I can express myself without holding back.”

I raise a brow.

“How sure am I you don’t plan to take me to your other girl?” I focus my gaze on him, stating the obvious. “So you two get the chance to explain to me.”

“I won’t do anything stupid. Please trust me.”

A lump forms in my throat at the uncomfortable feeling creeping at the back of my head. I don’t know, should I trust him?

My fists clench. When a familiar sting visits my hand, I unclench it immediately and hide my hurting palm in the other one. I’m not sure I should over use my hands yet. A deep sigh leave my lips as I close my eyes tight, giving myself a moment to decide.

I want to hear whatever he has to say and I would love for nothing to interfere with that. My eyelids come open and I return my gaze to face him. I pull the seat belt over my body and buckle it.

“Sure.” I say, scanning his body from head to torso, as far as I can see, with my eyes. When my gaze lands on his waist, an image replays in my head. When I went to grab Killian’s wallet, my hand brushed against something. Against a gun.

I swallow. I wonder if he still has that with him. I gulp, resting my head on the back seat, back then, I was so overwhelmed with anger that I didn’t have the time to process this part fully. Even when I was in my dorm, I was busy enjoying wasting his time while spending my time reading that this didn’t cross my mind a second time but now it’s blaring right in my face.

Killian has a gun and it could be used for many despicable things.

I feel my body shaking and my fingers quivering. Knowing he walks around with a gun tied to his waist in his house surely is terrifying. . . In the same house I’ve lived with him in. Done things in. I wonder how I never noticed this before now if he takes it everywhere or was I that blind?

A heavy exhale leave my lips. The realisation keeps hitting me like a wave over and over.

So I’ve been doing things in a house housing a gun?! My heart starts to beat faster in my chest. I wonder why he has that with him.

I wonder if he always carries a gun around with him everywhere. I wonder if he has used it before.

My eyes shoot open, terror strikes me immediately. Has he used that gun on someone before?. . . . And if yes, did the person make it back alive?

My eyes rests on Killian.

Killian is driving. He’s completely idle of the thoughts running through my mind and I can’t seem to know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

A crippling fear suddenly becomes heightened at the back of my mind. If I never knew of the existence of that gun, I wouldn’t be this agitated, but now that I do, I don’t know what to even think about.

I don’t know if I’m safe being here in this situation. “Where are we going?” I ask carefully, my fingers clenching around my phone. I’m terrified but dare I ask why he has a gun? Especially then things aren’t so lovey-dovey as of recent.

“Somewhere quiet, so we can talk.” Killian says, looking at me through the front mirror. On a normal day, that wouldn’t be terrifying at all but hello?! He has a gun!

Somewhere public? I desperately want to ask but don’t and look out the window. I let my fingers roam around my phone as I send my live location to the people I know, both of which are far away, at home and the ones who are here. Even to my roommates.

“Please be comfortable.” Killian’s words makes goosebumps pop all over my skin. So he noticed I was getting really agitated. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? “I promise I’ll never do anything to hurt you.” Killian says.

If he told me this before I knew he has a gun, it would’ve sounded less threatening and horrifying.

“Just trust me.” He adds. My eyes locks with his in the mirror. That also sends shivers down my spine. I avert my gaze and proceed to peer my eyes out the window.

Here’s to being trustworthy. . . . with someone three times my size who’s way stronger than me in every kind of way whom also possesses a weapon.

I sigh, trying to calm my nerves. It’s not the first time I’ve been with him heading somewhere I’m completely unaware of, I guess right now, trusting him won’t hurt. Not like I’ve got a choice.