SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ
Chapter 68 - SIXTY EIGHT

Chapter 68: Chapter SIXTY EIGHT

- KILLIAN -

’Can the dinner be tonight?’ Kate’s text drops after I send a last text to Hazel.

I promised to clear my schedule for her so I will. ’Definitely.’ I text her back. ’Take care of yourself.’

I drop my phone on my desk and roll in my office chair, keeping my eyes on the silver necklace dangling on my finger. Hazel lost this at the pool. I took it off her when I held her in my arms while heading to my car. It’s a wonder she doesn’t remember losing it, I don’t know if I should be offended or not.

I plan to return it to her today, but I also plan to give her a ring. The one I’m staring at right now on my hand, the same hand that holds her necklace. I’m not sure if I want her to be my girlfriend just yet, but this ring definitely seals a lot of things between us.

A sigh escapes my lips and I rest my back on my office chair, swinging a pen in my fingers. My thoughts circulate on the other matters disturbing me.

So the file’s gone, I thought, still playing with my pen, I searched for every spare and found none, not even on my computer and there’s no way in hell I’m contacting S because of this. I guess Liam and I will have to do it the old fashioned way. Our way.

Just with a little more damage and use of technology.

I bury my face in my head then run my hand through my hair. Never again will I be this careless. This feels like it was all planned. Hazel happened to drown the night I carried the flash drive with me and all my copies are missing. It was almost as if they never existed.

A huff leaves my lips and I close the ring case. Dwelling on my loss will do me no good now. I should move past this.

My eyes fall on the ring box. Inside lays a diamond ring. I love showering Hazel with diamonds. She deserves nothing less. I pull a drawer of my desk out and drop the ring box and necklace inside. I shut the drawer and make myself comfortable in my chair again.

That’s when my phone screen lights up and I groan. It’s a call. A look at the screen worsens my mood. It’s Asami. She has called me for the fifty seventh time today and I am not joking.

How does not picking a call not ring a bell? It should pass a message but apparently, her smart ass isn’t that smart.

I finally pick up. "Don’t call me, you." I say and hang up before she could say anything. I may appear rude, but once caught up in the whims of Asami and she leaves you deserted the way she does, hate and distance is the one thing you’ll need to have. Or you’ll get trapped again.

She’s witty as well as dangerous. And let’s just say, she knows how to be a woman.

I sigh. My phone screen lights up again. I raise my phone up from my desk a little.

’Killian, in the most disrespectful way ever, fuck you.’ Reading this puts a smile on my face. I should’ve never called her with my number but there’s no going back now.

On the bright side, the dismembered body of S’ spies that I delivered left her scarred for a few minutes so that is something to smile about.

’You’re welcome, love.’ I respond and drop my phone.

Well that seems settled, hopefully, she won’t ring me again. I should probably block her but not yet. As shitty as it is, I still need Asami. More than ever.

Another beam diverts my attention to my screen. What’s with the texts today? I hate it.

I tilt my head forward to gaze at my phone.

It’s a text from Hazel.

This makes me sit up and grab my phone immediately. I’m a grown man yet I’m fawning over a text from a teen.

Not just any teen, her, my mind reminds me. That’s true. Hazel isn’t just anyone.

’I need to go to Kate. I promise to meet you later. Take care x’ I read.

I want to say this stung a little but calm at the same time. There’s every reason for her to be with Kate. Kate’s family is going through a hard time. This can be easily resolved if she allows me to be involved but she doesn’t want any aid. Liam and I can easily silence them all without any blood shed or threats. Maybe a few threats, we’re good and getting sacred information.

’Take care.’ I look at our chat, contemplating of I should send this. It seems to basic considering the situation. I don’t really know what someone texts the friend of his fiancée when she’s meeting with his fiancée.

Take your time? I’ll see you later? Okay?

The more I think, the worse it gets.

I send the message anyway.

’I will.’ She sends an emoticon. I have no idea what the fuck it’s supposed to mean.

’By the way, you do know you have a class right now, right?’

Shit. Since when am I so disorganised?

’Would you believe me if I told you I forgot?’ I message.

’Happens. Although it’s hard to believe.’ Drops immediately after.

I sit up in my chair and place a hand on my jaw. She’s typing. I’m actually anticipating her message.

’Okay, bye! Enjoy being boring throughout your lecture.’

This makes me chuckle. I’m everything but boring.

Hazel is still typing.

’And don’t miss me too much.’

I raise a brow in amusement. Bold of her to assume that I’ll consider giving her a spot in my mind.

’Cute.’ I reply to that. ’See you.’ I text after.

A heart emoji drops in response to my message, she tagged it. The end of my lips curls to a half grin. Now, back to work. I really want to say fuck this lecture.