SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 148

- HAZEL -

“Can I ask you something? I don’t want to go into details for my own reasons but can I ask anyway?” I ask Killian, clenching my fingers around a fork on the dining table. He’s started eating, I haven’t touched my meal at all.

“Sure, go ahead. Ask me.” Killian’s voice is soothing as he drops his cutlery and grabs a glass of wine.

“Kate is coming.” I blurt out, keeping my eyes on the table. “Exam is in a few weeks but I don’t want her here before it begins. It’ll be too. . .” I look for the right words, trying to hide my agitation and what I can term as fright in my tone. “Distracting and tasking. I want to focus on just the two of us and exams. At least for now.” I look into his eyes. I don’t wish anyone evil but I can send every single notes and projects taken since Kate’s been absent till now to her, like I’ve always done, but I need her away for my mental health especially with Carol being Asami.

“Consider it done.” Killian says to me. This makes a sharp breath leave my mouth. He didn’t even try to dig deeper or pry. “I have business to take care of out of town anyway. I’ll take care of everything needed to. Just take care of yourself, okay, kitten? And pass your exams for master.” Master? I don’t know when this came along but I like it.

And wait, did he say out of town? “Where are you going?” I ask, keeping my tone low.

“Back where we first met. For business.” My stomach suddenly churns. He’ll be there with Kate. “I’ll only be gone for a week, highest, two weeks but I’ll be here before you can even sense that I’m gone.” I swallow. I wonder why he waited till now to tell me. Of course I’ll notice he’s gone. He’s that significant to me.

“When will you leave?”

“Tomorrow.”

That’s so soon. I don’t want to voice out my disappointment. I wish he could stay longer. For at least two days. We haven’t had time to do anything since. . . You know what, happened. “I’ll set everything ready for you to feel at home here. You’re welcome to live here whenever you want when I’m gone. My servants have strict orders to make you feel safe and not alone.”

My lips form a line and I try to smile. How do I tell him that the reason why this mansion is even considered ‘home’ is because of him? Because he’s here with me. How can home be home when my home isn’t even here? Without him, this is just a big, well furnished building. It’s empty. But being a business man comes with many responsibilities.

“Don’t miss me too much.” I joke.

“Would be hard.” Killian admits, sinking back into his seat. “I’ll communicate with you every day.”

“That’ll be nice.” I say to him. Would it be the same though? I’ve never really thought about it till now, but despite Killian and I being so close to each other, our relationship has kind of been long distance with all the visitations and secrecy. Someday, I hope we can come to light without having to hurt anybody. Having him further away from me certainly will suck. “I want you to think about me day and night. When you’re awake and even when you sleep. All day long, both in good and shitty moments, remember I’m here.” I bite a corner of my lower lip. A hand reaches for mine on the table, squishing the back of my palm slightly. Killian whispered something to me. Something sweet. Something very reassuring.

“Well hello there, Hazelnut, miss me?” The hand which claps my back as it wraps around my shoulders wakes me back into reality. I was walking out of the library before my mind decided to go back vividly into my conversation with Killian a week ago. I miss him. We have been texting and calling constantly as he said we would, but I miss him so much that the urge to book a flight is overwhelming.

Yet I’m doing all I can to focus on school work so I don’t disappoint myself, my parents and. . . him.

“No answer? I’ll take it as a no.” Huh? I was so lost in thought that I forgot someone is by my side. My face squeezes immediately. And I know damn well who it is. That voice is unmistakable.

My fist clasp around her arm and I try to shove it off my shoulder when her fingers sink into my shoulder, causing immense pain. “I’d stay still if I were you.” Asami says to me, calmly walking by my side like we’re pals. “And I won’t make a sound to attract attention.” Her fingers dig deeper into my skin that I feel it cutting into my flesh. I hold myself from whimpering. She’s strong. Undoubtedly strong compared to me. And her nails seem to be made of metal.

“That’s a good girl.” That sultry tone makes me want to puke. “Now I’ll ask you again, miss me?”

I manage to tilt my head to the side to face her. She has a hoodie over her face and underneath it is a cap, both black. She’s trying to hide her facial appearance in her fit. This is the first time I’ve seen her put on a matching baggy joggers outfit.

“What do you want?” I croak.

“Revenge.” She spurts out. “Killian may be madly in love with you, Hazel, but you’ve made my skin crawl since the day I met you.” A chuckle leaves her lips, playing right into my ears. “And you know the best part about this?” She tugs me closer to her side, putting force on the cuts she caused on my shoulder. I feel Asami’s lips close to my ear and her breath is hard on the side of my face. “I don’t have to hide who and what I am from you anymore.” She hums. A subtle, maniacal laugh streams after her words.

I struggle to move my arm but I can’t. It’s hard to break free. “Stay still, I’m not done with you.” Asami cooes, unlike before, that playful tone is gone. She sounds seriously mad with a murderous intent like you hear in movies, just this is real life. “I’m dangerous, Hazel.” Her fingers steadily digs out of my skin causing me to groan in pain. I’ve lost course of our direction. She’s been taking the lead since she approached me and I did nothing but follow.

Why? You may ask.

Because all this time, there has been a sharp edge of an object angled at my lower back. From how it was outlined on my back, I could make out the structure of the object to be a knife. Asami basically warned me from the moment I knew it was her. If I move or cry out, she’ll be sure to stab me.

And I am not ready to test just how right that theory is so I’ve been quiet despite the ache she induced on my shoulder. What actually worries me is how she could do this in daylight. In front of so many people without fear. And now. . . She’s leading me down a path in school with fewer people in the environment.

Another laugh erupts out of her lips. We’re walking down a pavement to a very dark path I never knew existed in this school. The moment the walls and ceiling cast a shadow on both our bodies, I felt the sting of the knife behind me no more. She settled it on a more delicate part of my body instead. My neck.

I can hear my heart beat. My anxiety is kicking to explode at the scenario but even I am aware that if I even have a panic attack right now, she would leave me to face it alone. I can’t afford to let that happen to me. Never have I thought I’d be at knife point before. Never have I imagined meeting a ‘dangerous’ woman.

Especially one I thought to be a friend. The light blinding my vision as a metal door creaks open makes my heart race. I raise my other hand over my face to block parts of the sun rays from resting on my face. My eyes makes sight of what lays ahead me. We’re on top of a freaking building. I don’t know which nor how tall this is, but one thing is certain. Any being, no matter the size, will be crushed to pieces if they fall down here.

My body is shivering. “Asami, what are you doing?” My words come out as a choked vibration. I feel my eyes bulge out of my sockets as she leads me to the edge of the rooftop. Just one little push will send my body falling down.

“From now on you do as I say or you won’t be the only one who’d get hurt.” She ignores my question. “And I mean it.”

I feel my soul jump out of my body as wind brushes through my skin like a force. I’m falling down. Not the regular kind that you know you’d hit a hard surface and feel the after effects of your fall in a second, but the kind where all I feel around me is nothing but breeze reminding me that my body isn’t suspended in the air. And there’ll be no concrete ground to fall on which is just a few centimetres away from my body.

Neither is this a dream.

“I can kill you as easily as you blink, Hazel.” A hand holds my shirt, making my body hang in the air. I find myself panting and gasping while trying to move my uninjured hand forward to grab onto something. . ., anything at this point. For a second there, I thought I was going to die.

SHE’S CRAZY!!

Asami cocks her head to the side, staring at me. A grin forms at one end of her lips. She’s enjoying seeing me look miserable and afraid.

With a sharp pull, my body comes forward, back to the rooftop and stumbles on it. This certainly gave me bruises but right now, I’m just glad I’m not vulture meal and news headline. My hand lands on my chest, squeezing the portion of my shirt covering it as my heavy breathing prolongs. I’m coughing in air and it hurts my chest.

“From now on, you do what I tell you to. Say what I tell you to. When I tell you to walk, you walk.” Asami heads my way. She squats in front of me. Holding the knife right in front of my face. “Don’t breathe.”

My eyes widens. It’s not even voluntarily but my reflexes acted on her demands.

“Breathe.” She cocks her head up. A finger stretches forward beneath my nose. “Good girl.” Asami says satisfied. My senses provoked me to breathe at that instant, almost like a survival instinct. I’m genuinely terror-stricken and the object of it all is right in front of me completely nonchalant like what she just displayed is not a behaviour to be studied.

Asami stands. “Don’t even think about telling precious ol’ Killian about our encounter because I won’t only kill him and make you eat his dead remains, but I’ll let that bestie of yours know about you two and frame you for his death. If you don’t believe my words, try me. I know so much about you that ruining you would be a piece of cake. I know when you wake up, how long it takes you to let the sleep waver out of your body and when you brush your teeth. I know the first place you go to every morning before lectures. About every single text message and that damn dairy journal you write in your laptop. I know where you live and every single detail about your family, Hazel. So if you even dare act on your own free will from the moment I walk out that door, I swear, your life will end right there and then regardless of where you are.”

I can see her eyes. Reddened and fatigued like someone who’s barely had sleep or blinked a little for months. She looks mental. Crazed even. And having her alone with me with nobody around us fills me with inquietude.

Asami flings the knife at me. It lands right into my hand, at the center. My mouth widens to voice out the pain but only a silent scream evades my lips. I’m so terrified that I can’t screech for help.

“This building closes soon. Scram out if you don’t want to spend the night here. Or whatever, it’s your choice.” The slam of the door makes my body flinch. Tears stream down my face as my other hand holds the wounded one. I dig the knife out. A groan escapes my lips. She hurt the same hand twice. F. . .u. .u. .c.. .k. . .

I’m sobbing quietly in place, trying to process this whole thing. Asami not only wounded me but just threatened to kill me. I turn my head around to stare at the door. That didn’t seem like an empty threat. The injury on my hand and my near death experience from the fall is the physical attest to that.

My brows narrows and I shut my eyes tight. My hand is throbbing with pain. A scream finally comes out my mouth. I don’t know what to do. Asami lives here. Even if I want to go to a police station, she made it clear that she will be watching my entire move and end me before I even get there.

My scream morphs into loud whimpers. This pain is a constant reminder etched into my brain that I’m in danger. Killian is too.

A sharp breath leaves my lips as I stare into the sky. I guess I have no choice but to become her puppet.