SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ
Chapter 62 - SIXTY TWO

Chapter 62: Chapter SIXTY TWO

- KILLIAN -

Shit!

I can’t find Hazel inside this hall. She probably ran out. This is so fucked up. I haven’t been an ideal person to consider being with but I’m trying to be for her. Then this happened.

I don’t want to be that guy who confesses one minute and is caught doing something contrary the next. I did not do anything wrong, but from her angle, it didn’t look like it so I have to clear it up.

If only I could go back in time to when Kate met me, I would let her fall.

I rush out of the hall. My eyes scan the entrance. There’s no sign of Hazel.

"Fuck!" I curse under my breath. She could’ve gone anywhere. This is something I hoped didn’t happen. The time I would use to search every door in this building will be enough to get her to her dorm. Although I doubt that’s where she’ll head to first if she wanted to run away from me.

If I was in a bad mood and needed to clear my head, I’d want to be alone where no one would find me. A place where I can have a breath of fresh air to calm my nerves.

Or I’d prey on an enemy or train till I wear my body out, or practice shooting.

Hazel is not me so that cancels out the latter. Where can she head to in this place that would be the least spot anyone would come out to?

I race my head to think. Nothing comes to mind! I’ve never felt so slow before in my life.

Laughter makes its way in my ears as two ladies walk out of the door, talking.

"Yeah, I know right, good stuff." One of them says, laughing hysterically. The clonks caused by her heels hitting the floor tiles echoes behind her.

"I heard a teacher got drugged. Now they’re looking for the ones who snuck it in." The other girl says.

I roll my eyes. It would be nice if these ladies talk a bit lower, their voices are interrupting my thoughts.

"Good luck on that, they’ll never find them. Plus, no one’s a snitch." One giggles.

"I know right? Although the students are disposing the left over drugs and the cook stopped serving the meals."

"That’s a bummer. I wanted to buy more for later tonight."

I scoff at their words. I’m not interested in their conversation in the least but their voices are so loud that I can hear them. I wonder if they’re aware a professor is standing not so far away from them and due to the emptiness of the hall, their conversation echoes.

"Yeah. That’s why I’m heading there. There’s a discarded neighbouring building close to the pool. That’s where the drug lords are."

Hold on. A pool? Why haven’t I heard of a pool before? Let alone a discarded building?

"Drug lords. I like that. It adds a vibe to this."

I walk up to the ladies. "Talking about drugs on school ground isn’t really smart now, is it?" I ask sternly. It’s a rhetorical question and I’m sure they’re smart enough to know that.

The ladies’ faces drop and fear replaces the once happy expressions. This paints a grin on my face.

"Lead me to the pool. And don’t worry, I won’t say a word about who snitched."

They’re still standing here and staring at me like terrified kittens. If I’m not in a serious situation, I would laughed. These girls look like they want to pee themselves yet just a minute ago, they sounded so confident and relaxed.

"Need I repeat myself?" I raise a brow.

"N..no..." One says and the other shakes her head in terror. Her voice echoes in the hallway.

"Now lead." I order. Their bodies suddenly becomes rigid as they turn. I’m not interested in the drugs or in exposing them but I’ll ensure this is taken care of later. Hazel might be at the pool and this might be my only shot at making this right.

A deep exhale left my mouth.

I really hope she’s there.

*

"You’re not going to report us to the school board, are you?" The trembling voice of one of the ladies questions, as she look up to face me for the first time after we left the hallway. Her brows furrows and her face is raw with desire for my response.

If I stare at them too much, I may want to instill fear even more. It’s something I enjoy creeping off the faces of others.

My gaze lowers from the one who asked to the second lady. She has been mute since I approached them. Fear is a very important ally and I find it ridiculous that it’s so easy to impose on students. They’re obviously first years. Or the wannabes in second year.

For bringing me to the pool, I guess I can let this slide. I was never interested in turning them in for something I do anyway. Just I do mine properly and fancily.

"I know your faces." I say, keeping my eyes on both of them. "Go."

The ladies flinch and scurry away.

I take a deep breath and turn around. This pool is massive. It’s so close to the dinner hall yet one who doesn’t know this school will easily miss it.

I examine the environment. I can’t find her. This place is so dark that I can’t tell if she’s here or not. Was this all for nothing?

"Hazel?!" I call, raising my voice. "Are you here?" Please say something if you are. "Please, if you are, let me talk to you." I run my hand through my hair. I don’t remember seeing Kaiden. If he isn’t here, maybe they left together.

I dip my hand inside my suit pocket to get my phone out.

I stare at my phone for a second. Would she pick up? If I was in her shoes, I know I wouldn’t. If I wanted to run away from me, I would stay somewhere I won’t find me.

I can track her and go where she’s at or headed but that will be the least that she would want and if it comes to it and I do track her whereabouts, if she tells me to go, I would. Or not. I might stay.

I decide to call her. The worst case scenario is, she would cut the call and block my number.

My heart skips a beat after the first ring. I guess this is it. I’m about to find out what the case may be.

I exhale and wait.

A song blares in the background, catching my attention. A frown forms on my face and I end the call, looking around. The song stops playing. Is someone here? Or is this her?

I call again. The same song plays out loudly. It must be a ringtone. If I am not mistaken, she must be here. But she’s not picking up and she’s not hanging up either. Is she ignoring me?

"Hazel?" I yell her name. My voice echoes but that’s the only sound that trails after. "I understand if you don’t want to see me. I won’t try to find you either, but let me clarify what you saw."

My phone stops ringing hers and the ring tone stops. "I won’t turn the lights on if you don’t want me to."

I wait. She doesn’t reply. It seems as if my environment is desolate and I’m the only living presence here.

I call her line again. I get the point but it’s too hard to accept it. I want to turn the lights on so badly but I won’t.

Hazel’s phone is ringing, and like before, she’s not picking despite knowing I’m here. I can follow the sound of the music to where she’s at but I won’t. I might as well wait here till she’s ready to come out.

The call ends and the electronic auto voice message starts playing. I hang up. "I’ll wait here for you." I say.

Aside from the moonlight blaring inside the indoor pool due to the series of windows lined up at the extreme end of the wall’s length, this place is dark. I purposely left the lights off when we came in. Now I can barely see anything.

I turn my phone torch on, the path before me lights up immediately. I take a step backwards and stare at the pool. My brows furrows as I notice something swimming inside in one spot. It can’t be a person or I would’ve noticed long ago. Did the usual swimmers forget to pack their things out of the water? Or someone accidentally fell their belongings in the pool?

I hold my phone in that direction.

I don’t think it’s clothes. Clothes don’t stay in water that way and objects don’t leave bubble traces.

My eyes widen as the realisation struck me. Hazel!

I throw my phone away, not knowing where it hit, and take off my suit jacket then dive into the water.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. How long has she been in there?

Fuck!

I put my hand around her waist firmly and push her face out while swimming to the end.

The moment my hand touched the concrete ground, I lunge my body upwards, followed by hers and carefully lay her on the ground.

My heart is racing really quickly. She’s not breathing. If there’s one thing I’m good at due to my dangerous line of work, it’s CPR. Never did I imagine it will come in handy to save someone I am this attached to before.

I drag my suit and fold it then gently place it behind her head for a pillow. Hazel’s cheeks are trapped between my thumb and index finger which I tighten to allow her mouth to open.

I lean forward, gasping in a load of air then locking my lips with hers, breathing into her mouth.

Please wake up. Please wake up!

I raise my head up and repeat the process, pumping my hand into her chest each time.

Fear my old friend, I never thought it would be my enemy.

Here I am in an indoor pool in a school I detest the most, completely soaked from head to toe while trying to get a pulse from a woman I never thought I’d hate losing. A woman I thought would never be anything more than a one night stand but ended up wanting more.

I haven’t even given her more yet. Her last memory won’t be of me kissing her friend. It never even happened!!

"WAKE THE FUCK UP!" I scream. My fingers pinch her nose and I lean my head lower, still breathing in her. She’s not breathing back out and screaming won’t change that. "Please..." My voice breaks. My hands are pounding into her chest, not so hard to break a rib but hard enough to activate her heart.

I gasp in air then lean my head lower.

I’m doing this technique right. I laid her on the ground right..... and her body assumes the right posture.... A lump forces its way down my throat and I hurriedly gasp in air.... I’m breathing into her correctly too then why.... why isn’t it working?!

WHY THE FUCK AM I NOT GETTING POSITIVE RESULTS?!

"F...u....ck..." A panic stricken whisper leave my lips. I can hear my heart pound violently against my chest. "Hazel... wake up." I yell the moment my mouth leaves hers.

Where the fuck is my phone? I don’t know where I tossed it and the lights went off the moment it hit the ground.

Shit! I can’t even call for help. I can’t call an ambulance.

I look at my hands pumping her chest. They’re shaking. I can’t believe this, but I, Killian Ivanov, the killer of many men is scared of losing one woman.

"Don’t leave me..." I lock my mouth in hers again. Still thumping her chest. I should take her to the hospital.

I can still drive. I try to stand when a harrowing thought haunts me.

And what if she doesn’t make it? Your first priority is making her breathe now. The water seems to be deep down in her system.

"I swear..." If you wake up, "I won’t do anything to ever hurt you. I’ll take you first before anything..." I struggle to speak. "...and anyone else. Even the reason I’m here." My heart is dropping. "I’ll do anything for you..."

I can feel the dampness of my lower eyelids.

A quivering sigh escapes my lips. Not again. I don’t want to lose someone again. Not when our Chapter hasn’t started...

Water pours on my face as I lean forward to breathe in her. A cough follows after.

I feel my heart skip a beat as she coughs.

My eyelids flicker open and close to ensure I’m still here and this is reality.

I am.

A relieved scoff leaves my mouth. Who would’ve thought that someone spitting water and coughing on my face would be the best thing to happen to me for a while?

"Killian I.." Hazel starts, sitting up. My body clashes with hers before she said any more, pulling her in for a tight hug.

"Thank you." I whisper.

Hazel croaks. "For what?"

I move back a little. You have no idea. "Can you walk?"

Her eyes are all over me. Mine are on her, studying her. She’s still wearing heels.

"I’m not sure." Hazel mutters.

"Good. I’ll carry you."

Her face flattens. I stand up and lean my hand backwards to take my suit. I spread it around her shoulders. "It’s cold outside."

Her fingers clutch my suit jacket as she tightens it around her body.

"Where’s your phone?"

"I don’t know. I can’t remember anything that happened when I slipped."

I walk around the pool, searching for her stuff. Knowing her, I’m sure she had a purse with her. I found it!

I grab the purse laying on the floor. My phone was not far away from it and I pick my phone up too. Now I walk to her. "Let me take you with me. You’ll get professional care." I say to her and kneel. "May I?" I ask.

Hazel nods. I put my hand around her and lift her up carefully.

Feeling her alive body in my arms gives me a sense of nostalgia. Two days ago could’ve been the last time I ever set my eyes on her.....

The last time we stayed in an enclosed place alone.

The near loss of someone special can change a man. I can’t believe what would’ve happened to her if I left.

If I didn’t go to look for her or overhear those students in the hall.

My thro

at creased in terror. I don’t want to think about that possibility. I would’ve hated myself.

I lower my gaze to meet the small form curled up in my arms.

Remember that swear I made? I’m keeping it. No matter the cost.