SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ
Chapter 79 - SEVENTY NINE

Chapter 79: Chapter SEVENTY NINE

- HAZEL -

I yawn and spit in the sink. My hand form a bowl and water runs in. I lean my body lower and bring my hand close to my mouth then slurp the water in. Now I’m gurgling it all around.

I spit it in the sink again and flash my teeth in front of the mirror. Now I stick my tongue out.

Yup, clean as ever! I walk out of the bathroom and take my toothbrush with me. Last night was quite eventful. A sly grin forms on my lips. Very eventful. I recommend.

I gaze around the room when I walk to the bed. My bag is on his bed. I dip my toothbrush, the one Killian got for me, in my bag. I plan to put on the same outfit I wore the day before today to leave. After I’ve had my bath and probably breakfast. I also need to leave early or I’d miss my first period and that’s not something I want to experience again. Not at all.

I walk out of Killian’s room. A delicious scent fills my nose and I inhale. Someone’s cooking. I follow the scent to his kitchen. I wonder if the cooks were around yesterday. I wonder if anyone heard us. I lean my shoulder on the kitchen door, peering inside.

There’s no chef present. The person responsible for this blissful scent is non other than the man who I fucked yesterday.

My cheeks burn. Yes, he let me have my way with him. He let me ride him. He let me lead and control him. He whined my waist on his cock how he wanted.

I knead my nipples. The thought turns me on. My eyes dart lower to the baggy shirt on my body. I’m not putting on underwear and this is not the right outfit to wear with lewd thoughts grazing my mind.

I bite my lower lip, adoring him make his way in his kitchen while cooking. He looks so hot when he concentrates. It’s one of his attractive traits.

"Are you going to stand there or come to me?" Killian’s voice jolts me out of my thoughts. I wonder how long he knew I was here.

"I was enjoying the view. I didn’t know you are quite the chef." I waltz to him. Seeing the neatly arranged meals on the kitchen counter makes my stomach grumble. "I hope they taste as they look."

Killian grabs a fork from the cutlery rack and dips it in a piece of the nicely cut and spiced grilled meat. "Try it and find out." I eye his hand with an intrigued smile on my face.

I want to say no but my tummy says otherwise. I open my mouth and he careful dips the fork in. I slurp, chewing lightly while placing my hand under my mouth in case anything slips out.

An unfamiliar yet delicious taste savours my tongue and I moan, rolling my eyes in pleasure. "Oh God. This is so good." I chew faster. "Can I have another one?" I lean my hand forward to grab the fork but he shits his hand back.

"Breakfast will be ready soon." Killian says to me.

I quint, staring at him grudgingly. Why on earth did he make me taste it, if I can’t have more right now? His food is staring at me in the face and I’m fucking hungry!

"Evil." I murmur, crossing my arms over my chest.

He flashes me a smirk and continues cooking. I bite my lower lip hungrily. How does one cook something that looks healthy yet delicious and unhealthy at the same time? He’s giving me the ratatouille vibes right now.

The sizzling sound as he sprinkles a spice in the pan resounds in my ears. Killian puts chopped vegetables inside. I lick my lips, keeping my eyes glued to the pan. The more I inhale, the hungrier I get. "How long will this take?"

"Probably an hour."

My eyes bulge out it’s sockets. "An hour?!" I repeat what he said. "I need to get to school in two hours, I’ll miss my bus. Plus I-"

"I’ll drop you."

That leaves me silent. Killian stops to stare at me. "Don’t worry about arriving late, I’ll drop you."

"I--" My voice lowers. "I can’t let you drop me." My fingers pinch the hem of his shirt on my body roughly. I can feel the sting on my fingertips but I don’t stop rubbing my fingers again each other. The ache caused by the friction keeps my mind away from my hunger.

"I’ll stay out of sight. You don’t have to worry about being seen." Killian stirs the stuff in the pan and walks to the counter to get a paste mixed in a bowl. He pours some of it inside the pan and covers it. "I care about your wellbeing too, Hazel. I’ll be careful, I promise."

Butterflies fill my stomach. "If you care about me, give me food." I murmur, turning to the side while falling my hair over my face to hide the blush that formed. Why does everything he say and does make me feel so happy? I feel like a child!

You are a child. I’m reminded by my mind. I roll my eyes.

"Nice try." He winks at me. Killian takes a look at the covered pan then takes the cover up. He stirs gently before closing the pan again.

I lean my hip on the counter. "Since when are you the chef?" I ask with a grin.

"Since forever. Cooking has always been my forte. Plus, I’m male. I have a very large appetite for good food."

"You can just hire chefs." He glances at me for a second then averts his gaze. "Judging from your house, cars and expensive taste, I know you have more than you show. Makes me wonder why you even teach in the first place."

He raises a brow. "I love cooking. It helps me get my mind off things." Killian says. He dips his hand in his pocket and holds out a zippo lighter. A frown forms on my face. Why does he have that in a kitchen?! "This does too." He adds and dips it back in his pocket. Killian walks to the sink to wash his hands then dries it with a kitchen towel. He’s so clean and organised, I like it. "After losing my parents, I had to have a hobby."

"And you chose cooking? Not sports." I ask skeptically, trying to take the conversation away from his parents’ death. I don’t know how to talk casually about it like he does. I do know that if my parents die, I’ll be devastated. Years won’t help me get over it. I’ll be depressed and wish everyone sorrow.

"Precisely." He said. A sigh leaves his lips. Killian walks to me. My breathing halts when he stands directly in front of me. I am so small compared to his length. His broad shoulders. Massive chest and well defined abs. I run my eyes up his body to stare at his face. He’s staring at me with such intensity that leaves me frozen. He leans his hand up to the cupboard above me and opens it. He takes something out. "God, I love it when you look flustered." Killian winks and bends. His head is directly in front of mine. He kisses my cheek and returns to the electric cooker.

I blink once he’s away from me. I can finally feel myself breathe.

"Can you cook, kitten?"

I shake my head slowly. "I never got to learn." I feel terrible. Why do I feel so less all of a sudden? I never felt this before.

"With me, you don’t have to." He walks to me and returns the plastic container he reached above me to get. Killian holds my hand and raises it to his face. His lips press on the back of my palm as his thumb gently strokes my palm. "I’ll do the cooking. Just keep taking care of yourself."

My heart races. Why is he so sweet? How does he always know the right thing to say! I shove my hand away and hide it behind me. "Go away from me. I can barely breathe." I beg, whispering. He leans closer, staring at me deep in the eyes. A smirk forms on his face.

I try to move back but I can’t. His hand holds my waist. I didn’t even know when it got there. "Cute." Killian mutters in my face, pulling me closer to him.

A silent squeak escapes my lips. What part of ’I can’t breathe’ skipped his mind? "Killian-" I whimper, shifting my head back. Killian holds my head to him with his other hand and locks his lips in mine.

I didn’t expect that. My eyes widen while in his arms and a gasp force its way out.

"Breathe out slowly." He mutters, taking his lips off mine. I miss having them in my mouth already.

I try to exhale but my oxygen flow seems limited. I gasp.

"I’ll always be this close to you, so try to. Breathe out." My breath hitches as I slowly exhale. "Now breathe in again." His lips meet my mouth. How does he want me to breathe when his tongue is destroying all my braincells and making me weak all at once? I can barely feel my legs. "Out your nose. Now."

I try to but a squeak leaves instead. A dark chuckle slid in my ears as he parts away. "That’s a start. We’ll work on that later."

Killian walks back to the cooker. I lean my body forward and rest my hand on the counter, panting hard. The scent of something burning finally fills my nostrils.

"Fuck." Killian’s deep voice trail in my ears. "It burned." He turns to face me. "What do you want to have for breakfast first?" Killian asks with an innocent smile on his face.

How on earth does he have so much composure? Is it age? I doubt I’ll have that composure even in my thirties.

"I-" My words hook in my throat. "Anything you want. I’ve never had these before."

He walks to me and puts his hands on my waist. "Be my guest. I’ll serve you." Killian leads me out of the kitchen. "Oh and Hazel, leave your toothbrush."

Huh? How does he know I planned to take it?

"Why? Want to do something perverty?" I tease. He pulls a chair out and sits me in the dining.

"Trust me, honey, it’s best you don’t know."

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