SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 25 - TWENTY FIVE

- HAZEL -

I sigh and roll to the other side. My eyes are still shut and I’m desperately trying to sleep. I’m so tired yet despite my efforts, I can’t.

I don’t know if he just gave me a phobia for tiny spaces or if my actions still freak me out but I know my thoughts keep me from having a good night rest.

I rolled back till my back rested on the bed and my body was flat. I’m staring at the ceiling. My eyelids slid open and I sighed again.

This will surely be a long night. If I can’t sleep, I most definitely can do something to keep me company.

My eyes ran around the plain grey walls in this room. I scoffed. This man sure loves grey. Or was it me who came up with using the colour grey? I can’t remember and it’s a good thing.

This proves I’m moving on.

Moving on would be a lot more easier if I am not in his house. Alone with him, again.

I clenched my fists on the duvet over my body and raised it up to look at my legs. I’m wet as fuck too.

Of course I won’t do anything, in fact, he won’t do anything to me, but being horny at a time like this is not helping.

I sighed and lazily drew my feet to the side of the bed. There are slippers on the floor by my side. There’s just nothing he doesn’t have. In every part of the house.

Ever since I’ve been here, which is for hours, I haven’t heard anything. No human conversations or the brush of something against anything. It makes me wonder if he lives alone and takes care of every damn thing by himself. Or if he has part time staff who get things done because this house is huge.

Too huge.

My mind drifted back to when I asked him if he is into fraud. Just thinking about it makes me smack my forehead in embarrassment. How could I have done that?

It was funny but I couldn’t laugh at that moment. I chuckled and got up from the bed. Because I don’t have any decent outfits, I’m wearing his shirt. I couldn’t put on his shorts out of fear.

Fear knowing that my cunt will be on the spot that dick once was on.

Just that thought is worth doubling my desire.

I cleared my throat and shook the thought out of my head.

Remember who he is and who he’s getting married to Hazel, it’ll aid with complications. Your bestie’s fiancé telling you he would love to suck your tits is not a good sign. My mind cautioned.

I know this is a warning but my nipples hardened at the thought. This will be hard. Very hard.

I stroll to my door with a yawn. I hope he’s asleep. Maybe I’ll watch something or have a midnight snack. Who knows? I might fall asleep on the sofa. I bent the door knob lower and the door came open. I walked out. I haven’t been to this house so I don’t know my way around. I gazed around the corridor. Even the corridor is wide.

I walk to forward to the wooden railings and let my fingers pry on it. If I choose to go back downstairs, I doubt I’ll know where to go to. I stared to my left, then to my right.

Killian’s words played in my head. I wonder what he doesn’t want me seeing on the left. How about I explore?

A smirk formed on my face. I don’t know what the time is, but he’s most likely asleep. Plus, wandering around places he doesn’t want me going could be my little payback for him leaving me in a trunk for a long time. freewёbnoνel.com

I bit my lower lips and rubbed my palm on each other, nervously looking at the corridor. I know I’m having second thoughts about this but I’m bored and can’t sleep so I might as well do something with my restless time.

*

I regret it. Choosing to wander around and enjoy the view of his house turned out to be way worse than I imagined. This place is bigger than it looks. Every room is highly detailed and structured in a way that connects to each other without actually leading to anywhere.

It seems like the doors were built to confuse people on purpose because I don’t know how I’ve been walking around for so long that my leg hurts and I probably can’t sleep anymore! I roll my eyes.

My little payback ended badly after all. I sigh and stare at the large door facing me. There’s no hope now, I guess I might just walk into it and cross my heart that it’ll lead me back to the corridor I came out from. Back to my room.

I’ll force myself to sleep, I swear! Heck, I’ll even glue myself to my bed. I just want an out of this maze-like hell. I leaned my head on my hands which are on top of my folded knee. I’m sitting on the floor completely fatigued.

My ass hurts. I gave up trying to find my way back long ago. An exhale escaped my lips as I stared at the dark floor. It’s surprising how there are no lights on nor are there any light sources from the window or artificially but I can see the door perfectly. It looks like the colour wine. Or brown, I’m not quite sure because I can’t really put a name to everything here perfectly. I stood up. I can’t stay here all night. It’ll be uncomfortable.

I waved my hand in the air to direct me in case there are any objects ahead and I walked carefully till I was certain my fingers rested on something wooden. The door. I traced my hands down till the knob was clenched around my fingers and bent it.

A sad expression formed on my face as I looked beyond the door. This time, there’s a lamp on a desk illuminating this room. I stepped in and shut the door behind me quietly. This place looks like an office.

I made my way around. There are shelves built in the wall and tall wooden shelves filled with decorations, decanters, wine glasses and bottles, and books.

A lot of files and office stuff.

I ran my eyes around the other side of the room. Aside from the desk and majestic chair behind it, there’s a part of the room which looks like a small living room, meant for important discussions. A glass table separates the four cushions from meeting and peebles and glass balls are in a ceramic bowl at the center of the glass table.

Then there are more props and animal skin and fur and a deer’s head hanging on the wall. This made me swallow. I get an eerie feeling from this place. I already know I don’t like it.

This didn’t stop me from going to his desk. I thank God for the lamp because unlike other rooms I’ve been in, this one is quite occupied with furniture and a lot of things. Killian has filed and paperwork scattered all over his desk. With an empty glass, a pack of cigarettes and a zippo.

My brows creased as I leaned my hand to touch it.

"Sneaking and peaking through other people’s stuff is not advisable, Hazel." Killian’s voice made me jerk.

He’s not asleep. My body hardened as I turned around to face him. I really want to get out of here and head back to my room, but I don’t know if being caught by him is a good thing or a bad thing. I can see his facial features but not fully. I can’t seem to see his facial expression so I can’t tell if he’s not pleased.

Of course he’s not. His tone already gives that out.

"Sorry, I was trying to find my way back to my room?" I swallowed. That’s not exactly a lie. It’s just a half truth.

"By leaving your room?" He took a step forward. "And going in the direction I specifically told you not to?"

Killian is not close to me but his presence is choking.

"I’m sorry." I apologise immediately. Why does he make me feel so guilty? Why does my body tremble so much when I’m near him?

"Don’t be." He walks forward then gets behind me. I didn’t dare to turn to face him but I know he’s doing something on his desk. "A piece of advice, don’t always pry. Not everything that can be seen are pleasant to look at."

My breath hitched. "Noted."

"Good girl." That compliment went straight to my core. Now I’m reminded that I’m in his shirt again. And I’m actually horny.

Fuck.

"Go to bed Hazel. You’ve fed your curiosity quite enough for one night." Killian said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

That’s not exactly true. I barely saw anything.

"Take me there. To my room." It’s not yours. I’m reminded. It’s just a room in his house I’m spending a night in.

Killian turned the lamp off. I don’t know why that made my heart skip a beat. I just asked him to direct me and he turned the light off. Is that his way of rejecting my request?

I guess so.

The room suddenly brightened. I used my hand as a veil in front of my eyes to block the rays of several lights reflecting in my eyes.

"Let’s go." Killian said. He made his way forward without turning back.

He just wanted me to see better. This made me smile. Now I’m about to ask something that I shouldn’t. "Can I stay with you?!" I blurt out. This time, I actually mean it.

Killian stopped moving.

"Please? I can’t sleep."

"What makes you think sleeping with me would change that?" His voice is stern. This gave me the bad kind of butterflies.

I gulped. "Because it happened that last time."

Killian scoffed. "The last time, you were in my bed for the wrong reason."

"... I know, but-"

"Hazel..." He called my name. I know his eyes are on me right now but I don’t want to look at him and gazed at the floor instead. I don’t want to look at his eyes judging me. "If that’s what you want, I can’t stop you."

That made me look up.

"But nothing will happen. I won’t touch you."

My heart danced to that statement. I might be considered weird for this but I’m actually excited. That’s exactly what I want. I don’t want him to touch me, I just want to be close to him, as wrong as that is.

"That’s fine. I’d love that very much."

He sighed. "So, my bed or yours?"

Hmm..., I think his will be bigger. "Yours." I bit my lower lip.

A smirk appeared on his face. "Just don’t get uncomfortable. Whatever you see in my room is at your own risk."

Haha, nice try but that threat won’t make me fret. In fact, it does the opposite. I’ve been to his room before but in a different house. It wasn’t filled with anything improper like porn magazines or women’s underwear like some other males. "Understood." I said to him.

Killian didn’t say a word and continued forward. I followed behind, keeping my distance.

What can possibly be in a grown man’s room that could scare me? It’s not like he has a dead body in there. That would totally be terrifyingly freaky.

I giggled when pushed his door open and held it out for me to go in first. Sighting his room got me kind of disappointed. Not because it’s not aesthetically pleasing, but because there’s nothing perverty in sight. "I can’t deny, I’m kind of disappointed." I teased, making my way to his bed.

"Oh really? And dare I ask why?" Killian didn’t return my tease but his voice is hot and deep enough to rectify that.

"Let’s just say, I actually expected to see something that’ll freak me out."

At the end of the room is a long sofa. It backs a wall and is faced with a television. He sat on it. I envy him for having a tv in his room. My dorm can’t even provide such for students.

"In that case, it is my honour to have disappointed you, mi lady." Killian laid down on the sofa and put a pillow behind his back. He picked up a remote which I’m guessing was on the sofa. "I won’t be noisy. Have some rest." He said to me.

I jumped on his bed. It is so soft and comfortable. No one needs to tell me twice to make myself comfortable! "I sure will. Thank you."

I let my body sink into the mattress. The noise coming from the TV caught my attention, making me to stare at him.

The bed is empty. I wonder if he’ll join me later. Or if he’ll sleep on the sofa.

Sleeping on the sofa is by far the most decent thing to do to the friend of his fiancée but part of me doesn’t want him to be decent. Part of me would very much enjoy him by my side even though we don’t do anything.

And that part of me is starting to want more than what I’m supposed to. It’s starting to crave more regardless of who it might hurt.

I swallowed and averted my gaze. I need to tame this part of myself before it rules my mind and controls my actions.