SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 189

- KATE -

I zip the last bag I’m taking with me to travel. I take a few steps back and place my hands on both sides of my hips as I stare at my luggage before me. I’m just spending a few weeks in school yet I’ve packed so much. I’ll need them all though, one can never be too prepared, staying at home and experiencing the ruckus first hand made me realise that in a brutal way. I sigh, totally and completely exhausted in every way possible. No one really talks about how draining yet exciting packing to travel is. Not to talk of having to unload when I arrive at my destination. Thinking about it is draining already.

I groan, rolling my eyes along. I make my way forward, shifting my luggage to a corner in my room before walking to my bed.

I raise my hand up to the back of my head to free my hair of the ponytail and let my hair dangle freely on my back. I packed it up prior so it doesn’t cause me to sweat while packing my things.

I’m travelling tomorrow. I’ll finally have some time to breathe in a different kind of non toxic fresh air. I never thought I’d say it, but I miss school. I missed it every day since I got here. I also missed not being able to interact with my best friend and everyone else. My phone was seized. The family war dragged on longer than I expected it to but thankfully, it’s over. All thanks to Killian though.

He pulled some strings that I’m not fully aware of and made this thing escalate way less than it was supposed to. Isn’t he the perfect fiancé? The other half people dream of having.

I fall on my bed, leaving my legs out with my feet touching the ground while my torso rests on my mattress. My head is to the ceiling.

Yet despite every good trait he possesses, he never touches me or shows me any hint of a deeper connection, I’m reminded. This makes me huff.

He doesn’t show me his love. Often times, he expresses it more like a duty than something he’s willing to do. I should expect this due to our initial agreement but it’s hard to when I’ve completely fallen for everything that he is. Even though I shouldn’t. Even though our contract forbids me from doing so.

I swallow, peering my gaze to the side. There by my pillow lays my marriage agreement. I go over it daily to remind myself of why I’m engaged in the first place and what and what not to do. I also read it to remind myself of the time period of the contract. This engagement is not permanent. Only the two of us are aware that it’s temporary but we’re not allowed to portray such outwardly.

We’re supposed to act as if it’s not. It kills me but I can’t say a word. Not when I was fully aware of the terms before signing it. I stare back at the ceiling and close my eyes.

I still remember that day. The day it all happened. When I walked into somewhere I was never meant to be. Somewhere I was forbid from entering yet acted on my will anyway.

My brows furrow. The memory is too painful to bear. I keep my eyes closed as I try to match the images of that day to my thoughts.

The things I witnessed that day was enough to leave any human scarred for life. What was supposed to killed me turned into a blessing the moment a man in white reached out to help me. To save me.

I still remember how scary it was for me. How despite the pool of blood drenching my body, I saw this pure white, human depiction of hope standing before me. Like an angel glistening in a valley of death. My very own saviour.

My eyes slid open; I don’t want to shelter images anymore. Long story short, from then on, with a lot more complicated details intertwined and involved over a series of months, I became nearly a Mrs Ivanov. Temporarily though. Even I was notified of it. But there won’t be any breaching of the contract till its duration has been exceeded.

A saddened look replaces the exhausted one on my face.

I don’t want what is of Killian and I to end just there. I want it to proceed further till it kills me. Tortures me yet nurtures me. I let out a loud sigh. The future of the two of us does not seem very bright, a laugh leaves my lips, yet I’m still hoping. I’m still trying, giving it all I got to impose my want for him to him till he acknowledges it too. Till he wants it even.

It’s hard but I think I’m getting there. One thing that makes me know my efforts to make him notice me past the contract is his recent attitude towards me. He acts nicer. Warmer. Like he actually cares rather than fulfilling his part of the contract.

Yet he still won’t touch me. I scoff. Apparently, it’s for my own sake. He doesn’t want to ‘dishonour’ me apparently.

But I want him to. I want him to dishonour me in every way possible. I want him to think about me and go wild and crazy yet that never seems to work.

Sometimes, call me crazy, but I think he’s obsessed with somebody else but I try to drive the thought away. It never makes me feel okay and feeling distraught over a man is not good for my mental health. Even though he’s allowed to see other people.

I draw my hand slowly up my thigh to the center of my pelvis where my button is. I unbutton my jeans and slip my hand in, closing my eyes. My lips part slowly as a soft moan leaves my lips due to me touching myself. I feel the start of my brows clench then unclench. I feel my breathing pace quicken. I feel my fingers soak with my wetness.

I too am a woman. I’m young but I’m allowed to satisfy my urges but the one man I want satisfying them doesn’t even look at me in a lustful way. At least I can. I can imagine him in any way possible because I own my own mind. My breath hitch as my mind runs rampant with wild thoughts of the two of us.

I close my eyes, allowing myself to fully indulge in my fantasy. My fingers are drilling in and out of my pussy steadily. The highlight of my stressful day is knowing I’ll be with him tomorrow. Knowing that he wants me to come to our home. The ends of my lips curl to a smile at both the ecstasy my fingers are giving to me and the joy induced by my thoughts.

I still remember how my heart skipped when I received that text. He won’t be able to make it to the airport because of business but he’d be waiting for me at home. The text also said he has a surprise waiting. A moan slips out my mouth. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

I genuinely am anticipating what it is.