SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 151

- HAZEL -

According to Asami, I can’t show him any wounds. Not the ones on my shoulder, but for my hand, any lady can have a kitchen accident. Which is quite ironic considering I haven’t entered a kitchen and I can’t cook.

I roll my eyes, taking a deep breath. I might as well just lie that I survived being robbed and my ‘supposed’ attackers were violent. That’s a more believable story but why should I make things up to cover up for what she did?

Because she can literally end you without breaking a sweat? I answer myself in my head.

Asami’s manipulation is beyond comprehension. It’s almost like she’s done this before and this makes me wonder how Killian was able to break away from the relationship in the first place. Her psychotic behaviour certainly explains why he never completely got rid of her.

Or not.

Apparently, they’re work mates, that’s also something I need to consider. I sigh, putting on a jacket. The weather today is warm but the only decent way to conceal my shoulder without the risk of it being seen is a jacket.

My mind drifts back to Killian. I wonder if he’s aware of how insane his ex is. I swallow, sitting on Jasmine’s bed to put on my sneakers. My hand still hurts so I use one hand to fit my foot in my shoe while using the injured hand for support to knot the lace.

Killian should be here any second now and I don’t want to keep him waiting so here I am getting dressed just to lie on a bed and stare at the bottom part of the up bunk while revising what I’ve read in my head till my phone rings and he’s the caller.

That seems like a boring way to kill time but as long as time is being killed, it certainly is worth it. I put on my other shoe.

I wonder if he was able to extend Kate’s stay.

See? Thinking about revising is worthless. The first thought that comes to my mind has nothing to do with my books. Well, as long as it passes time, I don’t mind letting my thoughts waver. I shrug at my earlier thought.

Kate and I haven’t had a chat about her coming since the day my tape was leaked to them and one of the girls snitched her plan to us. There’s no reason in particular for our recent pause in conversations, I just feel awkward about reaching out to her. Very awkward and awkward is not like me so I just avoided interactions with all my girlfriends in general so they don’t sense a thing and question me more.

I huff, falling flat on Jasmine’s bed. Now I wonder why I put on my shoe. I can’t put my feet on the bed properly and I’m too physically exhausted to actually take these shoes off then wear them back again at the right time. Ugh, having to think is mentally exhausting, why aren’t there AI in existence that do the thinking for humans in this day and age? It’ll save humans a lot of stress, plus, living would be much more easier and authentic.

A half smile forms on my face. There are certain things I’ve seen AI do and for some of them, the heads are no different from the tails so AI is surely out of the option.

[ Translation: AI means artificial intelligence ]

A soft electronic noise blares from the side of the bed and I sit up immediately. It’s my phone. Killian could be here! The moment he arrived, I changed my device settings and put my phone off DND. I don’t want to have a reason for not meeting him when he arrives. Believe it or not but his arrival is the best thing that has happened to me recently.

I hold my phone to my face. My brightly lit face dims immediately I see the cause of my notification. It’s Asami.

‘Be sure not to let our acquaintance slip out your mouth or I will slit your throat.’ It reads. Sending threats over a phone should be illegal but I don’t say a word.

‘You have nothing to worry about, Asami, even I have priorities.’ I text back. Keeping my life itself is a priority in my book, now there’s someone else that I I involved too.

I take a deep breath and drop my phone. Tears stream down my face. Ah, shit. Not today. I can’t afford to lose my cheery attitude over some dumb text. It’s not worth it.

A ding pulls my eyes back to the bed. I know it’s my phone. Here comes another dumb text from Asami. I roll my eyes, picking up my phone.

I wipe underneath my eye lids and my cheeks immediately. It’s not Asami. It’s Killian. He’s outside. A smile immediately forms on my face.

With all that crying, although short, I fear he will notice the dryness and swollen bits of my eyes. I may need to apply some make up but heaven knows I’d definitely cry half way through and have to reapply over and over again till my tears don’t ruin my makeup. I get up from the bed, grab my purse which is on my own bed then head to the door.

Fuck it, I’m going to meet him just the way I am. Asami said I shouldn’t spell it out to him, that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t allow my looks cry for help. Technically, it does but something tells me there’s a reason why she warned me not to tell Killian a thing and even though this is just my intuition, I won’t completely discard the thought. She probably doesn’t want him to hate her. I shrug at the thought.

Can someone kill someone she’s madly in love with? I don’t know, I wouldn’t put it past Asami. I sniff and shut the door of my room, locking it from outside. But I don’t want to test how true my theory is, so I will play this smart.

If there is truth behind Killian’s affection and love towards me as he claims to have, which u undoubtedly believe, then my actions will be a solemn cry for help and he will catch on that pretty quickly, I’m sure he’d be able to use his wealthy influence to help me. After all, there is no possible way she will be in two places at once. . . A thought comes to mind. . . . Unless she has people doing her dirty work of spying for her, which will make sense.

I sigh as I make my way out of my dorm. Please Killian, read my swollen eyes and help me. Better still, be alive for me because I don’t want to die.

Asami’s threat when we were on the rooftop replays in my head. That sends a shiver down my spine. And I don’t want to experience what comes before my death either. Watching you leave me forever and being forced to eating your remains.

Bile forms in my throat. I feel myself throw up in my month then swallow it forcibly as I make my way out my dorm.

I sight him, standing in front of his car. A wide smile plastered on his face. I smile widely too. Here goes nothing.