SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 183

- HAZEL -

A buzz makes my brows crease, stirring the sleepiness out of my eyes. I don’t want to not be asleep. I want to have some rest. It’s the least I can have after such a shitty day; this is me referring to yesterday by the way.

The buzz keeps disturbing. I turn to the side, keeping my eyes shut while folding my pillow over my ear which faces the ceiling, trying to protect myself from the buzz. What is that noise and why does it sound so loud?

“Whoever it is, please check your phone.” I groan, mumbling words to myself. An early morning reminder that I lost my cell is not how I thought today will start.

“I swear if one of you ladies don’t get your ass off your beds and check the damn phone-“ my voice is strained and muffled under my breath with the right pitch of frustration.

“Girl shut up and let us sleep. It’s not from our side.” Is the answer I get back. From how faint and fatigued the voice sounded, I could tell it was either Savory or Ash. I scoff.

“Is it yours, Jasmine?” I got no answer in return. I guess something is going to make me get up this bed sooner than I expected. I groan, sitting up. My eyes are still sleepy but that device shows no mercy. Why it’s so loud, however, is something I can’t fathom.

A yawn rattles out my mouth as I stretch my arms. My eyes finally opens up a little, checking my bed out. It’s messy and a corner is full of scattered notes and pens and my empty bag along with my laptop and a pack of pads and lip gloss and whatever thing you can imagine to have been in a female’s bag. On the side of my bed, just by my pillow, however is my phone.

Am I dreaming? Did I hit my head when I fell asleep? I fold my fingers and scratch my eyes, then open them slightly again. It IS my phone. It’s the source of the buzz. Apparently, it’s an alarm.

I stop the alarm and hold my phone in my hand. I could’ve sworn that I didn’t have this with me last night. Not having it felt really depressing and like a saving grace at the same time. I sigh. Here’s to me coming clean. “Sorry, it was mine all along.” My tone is low but not so low that it can’t be heard. The last thing someone newly getting out of bed wants to hear is a loud voice.

“My goodness, you’re lucky I’m too tired to get a lawyer. Would’ve had you sued.” Goes right into my ears. I deserve that.

I let out an exhale, turning my phone on and letting it scan my face to unlock. The first thing that meets my eyes is my message app at the bottom of the screen. I click on it.

I have a text from Killian. My facial expression is too somnolent to show how mentally drained I am by seeing this text. This man is not good for my mental health yet he doesn’t want to go away.

I don’t want him to go away.

I just want that bitch gone.

I click on his text.

‘Meet me at home. It’s not safe for you out there alone. I need you here with you so I can protect you.’

‘Please don’t ignore this, it’s urgent. I’ll pick you up at ten.’

Okay, what the fuck? This text just made my heart skip a beat and stop beating while beating so hard in my rib cage at the same time. It’s one thing to know a psychopathic, hung up lady is on my tail, but it’s another thing to have the man I love so dearly text me this. I don’t know if this is one of his schemes to have me within eye range but I don’t want to stay here another minute to find out.

‘Don’t scare me like that. . .’ Staring at the text i typed on my keyboard, I bite my lower lip in thought. Is a ‘pick me up at nine’ text better in this case? I don’t know what to respond to reading my life is in danger. My fingers sweep through my hair, pushing it backwards. I’m puffing air out my mouth with every exhale, my anxiety kicking in. I clear the text in my keyboard.

‘Please meet me sooner. . . I’m scared.’ I text and send.

‘Don’t be. I’ll protect you.’ Drops almost immediately. I take a deep breath, trying not to be too hard on myself and stir up a panic attack. It’s ironic, isn’t it?

The one man who I pushed away because someone told me to, is the one man I find myself running to for safety when he alerts me that it’s not safe for me. By not safe for me, does he mean not safe for my entire being? Like my life? Because that’s where all my guesses drive at but I desperately am trying not to overthink his text.

Another message drops in the chat.

‘And Hazel, the next time I have to find out myself that someone is threatening you because of me, I will punish you and not in a fun way.’

I don’t know why but reading this made me shudder. He knows. I’m glad he knows? I don’t know what or how to feel but the one thing I do know I feel right now is worry and regret.

I run my fingers on my keyboard, my teeth sinking into my lower lip and munching on it as I think of what to respond to that. Everything I typed just seemed not good so I kept on x-ing them out and retyping and re-deleting till I settle on the word I thought most suitable.

‘Okay.’ I text and send then drop my phone. I don’t care what is going on or if this is true or not but I am packing some of my stuff and going with him if it’s safer. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

My eyes peer all over my room. I don’t even know if I can trust my roommates. I don’t know who’s out there. I swallow. Just because Killian said it’s not safe for me, does it mean it is human related? I mean, it could be something else?

I shrug. Trying to look for the bright side in this situation is beginning to sound stupid. As far as I know, the unsafest situations happen due to human’s actions. I let out a panicked sigh.

I really am still trying to be positive. I need to be positive for my sake and at least find a loophole.

I don’t think I need to freshen up. I’ll rather do that at his place. If Killian knows, then maybe Asami knows that he knows too and maybe she’s after me more than she already is. I don’t know. Nothing I can think of makes any sense. That text is too vague to make any sense. Every possible bad thing I think about leads to her but I don’t even know if it’s her. She was an enemy I didn’t know I had till I found out myself, who knows what other people are out there that hate me? I don’t know.

Am I overthinking this? Maybe I am. Maybe Killian is just trying to lure me to meet with him because he’s angry and wants to finish off what he started yesterday. This is way more relieving to believe than what I thought prior. I let out a sigh.

Maybe that’s all there is to this thing. And maybe not, but how much I don’t want to find out.