SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ
Chapter 53 - FIFTY THREE

Chapter 53: Chapter FIFTY THREE

- KILLIAN -

Winning is not much of a victory if she’s not here to celebrate it with me. I close my eyes and splash water on my face.

My eyelids slid open and I stare at myself in the mirror, breathing through my mouth. My hair is wet and dripping water down my face which drips down the sink. The image of Hazel kissing that blonde suddenly flashes in my mind causing my gaze to harden.

Where was Liam when I needed him? I clench my fist and hit my hand on the sink in anger, still staring at myself in the mirror. If he was there at that moment, maybe he would’ve done something to stop it.

I groan. My fist hurts but not as much as the ache I feel in my heart right now.

The strange part about what I saw is despite this, I still desire her. My body craves her so much. I want to someday sit with her and remember this moment with the satisfaction that I won.

Even though watching her lock lips with another man broke me. I kind of deserved it. I was a dick. But I’m trying to change that. I wish she would acknowledge that.

My phone screen lit up and I sway my eyes to the side look at it. My hand slowly shifts to the side of the sink, where my phone is, and picks it up. I look at the screen.

There’s an email notification. I clicked on it. My brow raised uninterestedly as I read it. As a result of winning the sport’s tournament, the school is hosting a dinner for the second year students in three days.

I groan. Just great. Another night to witness Hazel with another man. Fuck this.

I lower my hand to drop my phone when another notification pops on the screen. I stared at it.

The boredom in my eyes disappeared instantly the moment I saw the name of the sender. It’s Hazel.

’You left quickly today. Wanted to talk. You alright?’

I sigh. I wonder what she wanted to talk about.

I groaned. Part of me really wishes I stayed longer to meet her but I couldn’t bear it anymore. My eyes are still glued to the screen, staring at her message. I don’t know what to text back. I turn off my phone and drop it back on the sink. I need to clear my head or keep myself occupied.

It’s high time I continued working on that file. That’s why I’m here in the first place. I turn the tap off and walk to the towel stand in my bathroom. My hand slowly draws forward and I take my white towel and wipe my face dry. My hair is still wet but I can live with this.

I’ve lived through way worse things. The end of my lips curls to form a half grin. With everything that went on for the past few weeks, exhaustion is too small of a word to describe my current state. Maybe I should take tonight to rest my head. Maybe I should make myself unseen till the dinner in three days.

Maybe, just maybe, it’ll make her think of me.

Or I might just be delusional. I hang my towel back on the hanger and walk out of the bathroom. The moment I got in my room, I collapse on my bed. My TV remote is on my bed. I pick it up and switch on the TV. Now I’m scrolling through channels.

I’d rather be delusional than not have any thoughts at all. I clear my throat and dip my hand in the bowl of chips on my bed. Liam was here not long ago and while he was so intent on getting on my nerves, he helped himself to treats while enjoying the comfort of my bed.

I hate it when people stay on my bed or invade my privacy and he knows it....

Anyone but Hazel. Twice Killian. The first time in a different state and the second time here. I swallow, trying to shove these thoughts away. It won’t do me any good right now. My focus is on Liam and I need my mind and body to be on the same page. Now, back to Liam annoying me the fuck out-

..... Yet he continued anyway. I guess there was some good that came out from that annoying gesture. I can treat myself to his snacks. They’re literally everywhere and some bowls are full of them.

I stop flipping through channels and switch to Netflix.

Maybe I should invade Liam’s list on the damn app. He annoys me all the time anyway. I log into his account.

My brow raises in amusement and I sit up. Despite the usual action, sci fi, gore and certain series, there are a lot of erotica here. A whole damn lot.

My boy Liam is watching a lot of porn on Netflix.

I chuckle. Nice.

Although I’m quite intrigued and amused, I don’t think x rated shows are really what I want to watch at the moment.

Action it is! I pick a movie. The beginning intro plays and I feed on the chips again. That’s when I hear a ring coming from the bathroom.

Shit. I must’ve left my phone in the bathroom. As much as I want to ignore that, it could be important. Although I have a bigger question in mind; when did my phone stop being on silent mode?

It didn’t take me more than a second to realise. Fucking Liam! He keeps messing with me.

Not that I’m complaining.

I got up from my bed and stroll to the bathroom. My phone finally stopped ringing but once I got my hand on it, I changed the settings and muted it.

Hazel called.

I wonder what she wants. I wonder why she’s interested in talking to me when she didn’t for over a week even when I texted her.

’I really want to talk to you, Killian. Meet me?’ Pops on my screen.

Even if I don’t want to, because it’s her, I’d definitely want to.

’Please text me when you see this. I’d understand if you don’t but I’ll leave the address here.’

I read. Followed after this text is the address she wants us to meet at. I don’t know if this is another whim of hers but I wonder why she wants to meet me. What could possibly be bothering her so much that she feels comfortable talking to me out of everyone else she knows?

Me; the one who she wanted out of her sight so badly not so long ago in the hospital.

’Please Killian, I really want to talk.’ Drops on the chat.

My jaw tightens. When she begs me this way, how could I say no? I groan and stare at her messages much longer before texting her back.

’I’ll be there. Wait for me.’ I texted. I guess this is the end of my short alone time. I hope I don’t come to regret going to meet her.