SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 144

- KILLIAN -

This woman is a different species.

I stare in awe at the lady completely passed out on my bed, sleeping with an oddly wide smile on her face, completely naked in my duvet like a satisfied cub after having a good meal.

Or a cat after doing a naughty deed, knowing it can get away with anything.

She intrigues me though. Way more than she should. I can’t get over the fact that she’s a teenager and she’s attracted to everything she shouldn’t be. She’s drawn to everything she should run away from.

She’s drawn to me even when she shouldn’t be. My eyes rests on her shoulder which glistens due to the moonlight reflecting through the window into my room.

I mean, who on earth sees someone with a gun and the first thing she asks is to be threatened by it in bed?

Maybe I should rectify that question, which normal nineteen year old does that? A crooked smile forms on my face, still adoring my little angel. It’s one of the reasons I love her though.

She accepts me as I am even though I’m twisted. She doesn’t know half of what I am yet her reaction to what I do and want reassures me a lot. It encourages me that when it comes down to it. . . if it comes down to it. . . and I’m ready to tell her all about me, both the crooked part and the obscene, she’ll accept me without second thoughts. It’s quite reassuring in its own way. With her, I feel like we can pass through any situation and still come out strong. I feel like we can overcome anything together and I’ve not had this feeling with someone other than my blood brother for so long. It’s refreshing.

I feel my cheeks burn. I’m embarrassed I feel this way even though I shouldn’t. It’s. . . ‘cute’ and I am anything but cute.

But she does bring out that part of me. The part of me that yearns for her love and touch. Even in her sleep, and with a book nested in my hand, she’s all I can think about. My eyes rests on her lips. They look plump and kissable and very pink.

Each time, she makes me want to protect her, give everything I have for her and even die for her.

She makes me do things I don’t normally do for anyone else, and I actually enjoy doing them for her. I enjoy doing stuff with her and to her. She’s the one person I’d let be happy even if it causes my misery and I’ve never been less okay with it.

I drop the book in my hand on my bed table when I notice my gun. She had her essence all over it. A chuckle slid out my lips as the sight of her beneath me resurfaces to my mind. I’ll be sure to keep this branded as a souvenir. A chuckle leaves my lips.

But really, which lady is not afraid of a man with a gun? I ask myself, completely taken aback and mesmerised at the same time.

She definitely is something. Something worth exploring. As I subdue my body into my sheets and turn off my wall lamp to join her, my phone screen lights up.

I stretch my hand out to reach for my phone then bring it to my face. The message on the screen has my brows furrowing, causing my body to stir up into an upright seating position.

‘Hello Killian, miss me?’ The message on my screen leaves me disheveled. My heart skips a beat while staring blatantly at my phone.

It can’t be. . . . I check the name of the sender on my screen, completely thunderstruck.

Owen?

‘Would you be so kind as to offer me a visit, old friend?’

Certainly a certain damsel of yours won’t mind the company.’

My brow raises in disbelief. Is this a threat? When did Owen get here? That shouldn’t even be the question; how is he alive?

My jaw tightens and my face hardens as I stare at my screen.

‘Be my guest. My door is always open.’

I text then drop my phone. That’s a lie. The last time I saw Owen was during the massive betrayal, when I witnessed his body carved in two by the rod of a collapsed old building with massive concrete blocks spread across the floor like deteriorated meteors, bleeding from the effect of it pierced between his lungs.

It was my fault he was that way. I thought he was dead. My head shifts to the side to behold the lady sleeping on my bed.

And he knows about Hazel. His text suggests such.

A hard lump forms in my throat and I swallow it, feeling it glide down my throat like chunky seeds. I feel uneasy. Natalie was right, Hazel being with me is too dangerous, I have too many enemies. My fists clench into a rock. I immediately reach my hand into my pocket to hold my father’s zippo.

There is something worrying about Owen’s sudden appearance that leaves me unsettled. The timing couldn’t be any worse.

The last person from my past I crossed path with recently was Asami and now we’re acquainted. Now there’s Owen.

I am no saint. I have murdered people in cold blood and I will do it all over again, but when someone I want dead dies in front of me, it is only best for the person to remain dead. How Owen is alive still shocks me but I have this etching thought in my mind eating me up that this is not the only surprise I’ll be getting nor is this merely coincidence.

I wonder if he’s in contact with Asami. I wonder if Owen is working for S.

My back rests on the bed stand. Owen’s not one to work under someone without an ulterior motive but if he is, I wonder who else that’s an enemy of mine S resurrected from the depths of the earth.

Something funny is going on and I cannot be caught in the middle of it. Not when there is someone I need to protect.

My eyes rests on Hazel. Guilt suddenly plagues me.

She is someone I definitely need to keep out of harm’s way, even if it kills me.