SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ
Chapter 63 - SIXTY THREE

I send a message to Kate while on the steering. A sad sigh elude out of my lips and I close my eyes for a second before averting my gaze back to the windscreen.

I feel better. Knowing she’s safe in my car makes me feel better. I trail my eyes to the rear mirror to gaze at her. Hazel is in the back seat, curled like a worm, underneath my suit which serves as a cover. I made her stay there in case she wants to lay down.

"Should I turn up the heaters?" I ask, keeping my focus on her and the road. She nods.

"Yes please." Her voice sounds so hoarse.

My hand shifts to the side, adjusting the heater temperature. She should’ve just said so earlier. I understand Hazel is still brazen from the incident and I will cut her some slack.

Right now, she doesn’t need to be bombarded with questions but needs rest and comfort. I called my doctor to come over the moment we got to the car. The doctor will be home soon to take care of Hazel. She’ll feel better soon.

"Where are you taking me?" Hazel’s voice brims through the silence.

"My place." I answer honestly. I can’t leave her alone again all by herself. Not now, not ever. Not when I haven’t gotten over the fact that I could’ve lost her.

"Okay." She mutters. She gave in that easily? That’s new. "I trust that whatever decision you make, you know what you’re doing." Her head leans on the back seat. Heavy breathing erupts in my car as her lips widen.

My hand forms a fist on the steering. Watching her be so vulnerable isn’t as pleasing as I thought it would. Not in this case.

"Do you want me to grab coffee on the way home? It’ll help keep you warm." I ask, dividing my attention between her and the road. I want her to feel safe and cozy, and the first way to do that is by driving safely.

Hazel shakes her head in rejection. "I just want to lie down. My body hurts. Struggling to find balance on water isn’t exactly my strong forte." She giggles.

That was not funny, how can she laugh at that?! My jaw tightens.

"Should I ask what you were thinking when you dove into that pool knowing you can’t swim?" I ask in a subtle sombre tone, peeping at her dead through the mirror.

"Are you really asking me that?" Hazel mutters. A strained cough rattles after, followed by a nearly inaudible sigh. I am no dummy, I know she slipped but I also know there’s this drive she has to do something reckless when things don’t go her way.

"Did I stutter?"

I hear a squirm as her body slithers down, resting on the seat. "I wouldn’t jump in on purpose. I’m not suicidal." She grits, the disdain in her voice obvious.

I shouldn’t be mad but I am. I’m sure it’s the aftermath of nearly losing someone. I take a deep breath and exhale.

"Plus, I wasn’t the one locking lips with someone else. You seemed pretty occupied." Hazel blurts out forcing me to stop the car abruptly. The good thing about it is we’re not on a very busy road.

A loud thud chimes in my ears with the halt of my car. Hazel’s lips let out a cry at the hit. Her body fell forward. I forgot she didn’t have her seat belt on.

I lunge over my seat to the back seat to help her up and she smacks my hand away.

"Stop. Stop acting like you’re not the reason." Even her yell sounds like a croak. I watch her sit herself up without my aid feebly.

Guilt plagued my mind. "I’m sorry."

"For letting me trip on purpose or for kissing my bestie right after confessing?" Her eyes shoot daggers at me. The piercing gaze wears off and she sighs. "This explains the two days silence. God I’m such a fool!" A hand hauls up and perches on her forehead, emitting a gentle smack sound. "To think I chose you." She huffs.

Chose you? What does she mean?

"What do you mean by ’chose me’?" I ask. Hazel glares at me then averts her gaze. "Talk to me, please." My voice is stern yet laced with concern.

She scoffs.

"I didn’t kiss Kate." I utter.

Annoyed eyes wander my way for a second.

"I mean it. I didn’t kiss her. I wouldn’t do that to you. I stopped her lips from touching mine. You couldn’t see that from there." I say sincerely.

Her eyes soften, the stern gaze slithering away briefly before forming the same hardness that met me. Hazel tilts her head to the side, backing away from meeting my gaze.

"Hazel, I need you to trust me and if not my words, my actions." I sigh, turning back to face the steering. "Trust the things I do for you that I won’t for anyone else." That is if she knows me. I doubt she does enough to know the lengths I will go to ensure her happiness.

I begin driving again. Silence brews in my car throughout the journey and it kills me. I’m close to home though. Maybe meeting her bestie might give her some comfort.

Or do the opposite. My mind warns. I guess this situation is out of my control. I drive inside my compound and park my car. My door comes open. I step out and stroll to her side.

"I’ll carry you. Don’t walk in this state." I offer the moment I pull her car door open. Hazel doesn’t hesitate to stretch her arms out. I crouch lower, enabling easy access for her arms around my neck then slide my arms lower, beneath her body to take her weight.

With her in the confinement of my arms, I head to my door. The doctor should be here soon, I’ll give her a call once I get in and Hazel settles in. I’ll do my best to give Hazel a warm welcome.