SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ
Chapter 55 - FIFTY FIVE

Chapter 55: Chapter FIFTY FIVE

- KILLIAN -

I didn’t drive. After getting food for her, I waited for her to finish eating comfortably in my car. Without watching her of course, the least I want is to make her feel uncomfortable by my presence.

Although I already got the hint that it happened quite a lot. I groan, pulling my hand over my face, forming a veil with my fingers. Right now, we’re in the parking lot. 

"I’m done eating. Thank you, it was so good." Hazel slurps. 

"I’m glad you liked it." A half grin forms on my face. I’m not a stalker but I do have information on certain things she likes eating. Don’t ask me how. 

"Should I leave this with me or I should-" She asks.Through the mirror, I can see her arrange the empty food packets inside the bag. 

My gaze lingers to the side and I espy her holding the food pack nervously. 

"Leave it in the car." I cut her short. "I’ll take care of it." I say to her. Hazel’s lips form a line. I can already tell she’s having doubts. "Here, give it to me." I lean my hand forward to take it from her. She hands it to me. I threw the paper bag of empty food packets and bottles in the back seat. This is my way of letting her know it’s okay. She doesn’t need to feel like she’s inclined to act a certain way around me. I don’t want her to think she needs to have her guard up. One look at her through the rear view mirror makes my jaw tighten. 

I can’t help but notice how uneasy she looks. "Don’t worry about it, it’s fine." I reassure her to ease the tension. I’m not sure it worked. 

"Okay. So, um..." Hazel mutters. My gaze returns to the windscreen. I don’t know if I should start leaving now or not. 

"When do I pay you back?" 

My brows crease. "What?" 

"For the food. How do I give it back? The refund." 

To say I was annoyed by this question is an understatement. I feel insulted. How the fuck could she think that I wanted something in return or anything at all?! 

Fuck!

Deep breaths Killian. Relax and don’t lose your shit. I redirect my attention to her. 

"Maybe you can start by going to the back seat and spreading your legs. Respectfully of course, kitten." My gaze hardens. 

I swear I noticed her eyes bulge when I said that. The sight almost made me burst out laughing. She didn’t get the sarcasm. 

"Wh-at?" Her voice quivers. 

"Consider it an apology. Part of it. No need to ’refund’." 

Hazel clears her throat. Is it just me or did I notice her sigh with relief? "You made my heart drop for a second." She whispers, placing a hand on her chest. 

"Was spreading your legs for me the bad part or the thought of it?" That wasn’t actually a question but her earlier reaction made me want to push this mock agender further with a grin on my face. I never thought I’d enjoy seeing her looking uncomfortable this much before. 

"Don’t ask me that." Hazel gasps. "Fuck, I need some air." She exhales and pushes the door open. The sound of something clashing on the floor resounds in my ears and I step out of the car. It’s most likely her crutch. 

I run to her side and kneel to pick up her crutch. She glares at me before taking it then she pushes me away, walking ahead of me. 

I stood up, staying in the same spot while watching her stroll forward. She didn’t walk far away but she sure left quite the distance between us. 

"Are you okay?" I ask first, genuinely concerned. "I’m sorry for being an asshole." 

Hazel turns to face me. Her eyes are watery. "Trust me, it’s not about you, Killian." Her fingers thread through her hair, pushing them backwards. Each strand slowly curls up to the front. She scoffs. I can tell she’s frustrated. "And you’re not doing anything wrong. That’s the thing. You’re not. It’s me. The problem is me not being able to make a fucking choice or stick to one thing!" Her tone 

got aggressive the more she spoke. I took a careful step forward. 

I don’t think I should be so close and cluster up her space. Not yet. 

"Killian, can I ask you something?" After much pacing around, she asks. Without further ado, I respond. 

"Go ahead." 

"Do you hate me?" 

My brow raises in confusion. 

"Do I- Do I disgust you? Am I a bad person?" Hazel continues. 

Is she crying? 

"No wait, don’t answer that. Fuck, I feel like a teen with tantrums." Hazel chuckles. I can hear the pain masked in that. "Do you want to cut ties with me?" 

I wait to know if that was some kind of joke. She didn’t say more. Standing a few feets away from me in a nearly empty parking lot is the one woman I drove all the way to meet at such an hour at night and this is the question she asks? Did my actions tonight impose such a ridiculous assumption?

"Please, answer me." Hazel squirms. 

How can she ask me that? It’s the least of what I want to do. 

"I want to feel better. I want to have a reason not to have these contradicting thoughts that always seem to push me to you when I’m with another. I don’t want to feel judged or disgusting." She gasps. Her fingertips invades the space beneath her eyelids, wiping her face dry. 

I swallow. 

She’s confused. I had no idea what was happening was tormenting her too but don’t hate me for having a little too much fun enjoying this. Knowing she thinks about me despite locking lips with that blonde definitely does things to me. But that’s not the point. Right now, I need to answer correctly with the aim of making her feel good. 

"I don’t hate you, Hazel. I never will. Not now or in a million lifetimes." I take another step forward. My throat seems dry. I swallow. "I don’t fucking want to cut ties with you either." I close another gap between us as I complete that statement. "You want to know how I feel about you? Then listen carefully because I’ll be honest. And I’ll only say this once." 

Her soft gasp pleases my ears. She’s staring at me with red, gloomy eyes and a look that yearns for something. 

I’m guessing this is my cue to go on. "Just seeing you standing there Hazel makes vile things run through my mind. 

I want to pin you down on my bed, and hit you so hard that my finger prints will be on your skin for days for defying and making me starve for so long. 

Though not in a bad way, in a way you’d enjoy very much. 

Knowing you’re so close to me yet so far away drives me insane. Knowing you’re in another man’s arms because of something I did makes me go even madder. 

I’m constantly angry that I was foolish enough to let you slip out of my grasp over something I could control. 

I’m angry that I hurt you. 

I’m angry that even after watching you kiss someone else," I took a short pause to catch my breath. The words are still fresh in my tongue, begging to come out. "I still want you. I’m angry that you belong to someone else. That you’re not in my arms. 

And now that you’re in front of me, I wonder how you’d look like in my arms, on my bed, again. Sweating and panting at our fucking. 

I want to mark all over your body so badly and let everyone know you’re mine even when you’re not. 

I want my mouth to explore every bit of your body and worship you. Because you deserve even more. 

And I wonder how you’d look like with my come all over your face.

With my hands all over your skin as well enjoy the ecstasy of-"

Fuck, I’m hard.

"I would do so much more to you. For you Hazel. If you’d let me." 

My fists clench. Hazel is just standing there, staring at me without a word. I can’t tell if I’m saying the right thing or not. Hell, I don’t even know if I’m making any sense at all. 

"I don’t fucking hate you. I never will. Even if you point a gun to my head and take everything I have, I’ll never hate you Hazel." My jaw tightens. I more than like this girl. It sucks that I’m just realising this more. 

"I really hope what I said makes you feel better because it’s the truth." Her sobs get louder. Am I an asshole for enjoying the soft noises? "If you let me, I’ll give you the world, Hazel. Come with me. To my home. I won’t do anything you don’t want to. I won’t even touch you or make you feel uncomfortable. Please, let me show you how much I care about you without indulging in anything physical or disturbing." I took another step forward. "If you want to. Only if you want to."