- HAZEL -
I had a shower. I needed to wash my thoughts away and prolong the ti it would take to have breakfast hoping that maybe, just maybe, Killian would be at the table waiting for .
Then I’d join him and eat with him till the right ti to bring this up arrives. I don’t want to eat alone or look over that table and see no one staring back at . It’ll get lonely.
I sigh, walking down the stairs, hair slightly damp and glued to my skin while putting on his shirt. No lights are on, walking through this path makes his ho seem so desolate of any living presence but we’re both in here so why is everywhere so dark?
Is he even ho? I can’t tell. He didn’t give any details of his whereabouts at all. He just said he’d join .
I sigh and make my way to the kitchen first before heading to the dining. The kitchen is nicely clean as always. It doesn’t even look like anyone cooked in here nor does it look like any of the appliances have ever been touched. I’m the woman here yet he seems to have every trait I should be having and he sees nothing wrong with it. So many n would usually have a word or two to say that won’t be very pleasant but he’s said none. He told not to worry because he’ll do the cooking for us. He said he’d gladly do it while caressing my fingers.
A pink tint forms on my cheeks.
Killian’s appreciation of always warms my heart. It’s more reason why I need to talk to him about my mistake in the group chat. If there’s anything he could do to delay Kate’s coming, even if it’s just for a little while, I’d be glad.
I clench my fists by my sides and bite my lower lip. I am a selfish being who’s discarding the feelings of the people I care about for my own sinful desire but I can’t help it. No matter how scary the outco, I can’t stay away from him. And just that fact scares .
I head to the dining room and I waltz around the chairs of the dining table. Different kinds of food outlined the thin lace fabric that decorated the dining table. Each al was covered with dos and a ceramic dish with cutlery and glass cups arrangent tainted the ends of the table ant for the two of us to seat at, opposite each other. A smirk forms on my face. Killian placed serviettes nicely on the plate.
I pull a chair out. The room is so quiet that the scrape of the chair’s foot on the floor resounds through the walls. My throat suddenly feels dry. I don’t like this. I imdiately push the chair back in.
Maybe I should look for Killian. He could be ho. Maybe in his office. . . The one I t him and Asami in. I take a deep breath. It’s just been a day yet it feels like weeks have passed since I caught them together.
My mind is still trying to get over the situation and knowing , I can tell I am doing a pretty good job and for this reason, I cannot afford there to be another woman breathing on my neck while telling stories of her lover despite this woman being his fiancée. Despite her being my best friend.
I dread this thought whenever it fazes my mind. I can’t help but think I’m involved in a dangerous ga, one I’d be sure to lose if word gets out. After all, I’m just a girlfriend while she’s engaged to him. What if, if this thing Killian and I share does indeed co to light, the reveal pushes her to insist on a quick marriage? Will Killian decline or will I progress to being his unabashed mistress?
My lips form a line. I don’t want to dwell on this way more than I should, I could hurt myself. I take a deep breath, refocusing my mind on my earlier thought of finding Killian.
If my phone was with , I’d call but I left it upstairs. Life. I chuckle under my breath. I first head to the living room, examining the room hard and long enough like it would magically make his body pop out from thin air.
A grumble averts my attention to my stomach. I am hungry, that’s for sure. Maybe I should eat first. Who knows if my search would be futile after all? And to think of holding in this hunger much longer-
My poor belly would suffer.
Shaful how I forget everything I deem important when food is involved, I call this my super power! Haha.
“Well if it isn’t the красота.” An unfamiliar masculine voice makes turn around in awe. Descending down the stairs is a man I’ve never seen in my life.
[Translation: Beauty]
His pose is alarming, one hand is raised as a finger plays with a portion of his hair. Sothing about his perfect build and overlay gives a striking aura. A choking one that seizes the air of the room. His dark purple, fine suit screams olden days royalty. It is laced with golden chain strings and buttons arranged in order, not so much that it makes his look ‘too much’ which would cause a disruption to his outfit blend, but just enough that it passes a ssage through his dressing. His dark pants fits his legs adequately. It’s not tight, but just the right amount. Anyone can see his muscle build from a hundred ters away and dare I admit that I see it too?
I may have read too much books that it has ssed with my mind but this man, his body, hair and attire included, is fitted with that drawn in manwhas but with a touch of modernity. This man is beautiful. The confident smile on his face also beautiful.
This has to be the first ti I have studied a man other than Killian long enough to notice these minute details. Whoever this stranger is, and however he made his way here; which is alarming so to add, he is the definition of eye candy.
I am on edge. I want to ask how he got in here in the first place but the mont I open my mouth, the first thing that spurts out leaves stunned. “Manwha fan much?”
This was a direct slap in the face. I bla it on his pretty eyes and lashes and that dumb, yet cute as heck diabolic smile of his.
A deep chuckle echoes in the living room. “You’re just as they say you are. A pleasure to et you.” He says, advancing towards .
My sixth sense is perturbing. My feet voluntarily takes a few steps back. ‘They’? Who are ‘they’?
Who is this man and how does he know ? My brows furrow. His icy, yet warm, controlled quietness is starting to petrify .
What on earth is he doing here? My eyes search the room warily. And where the heck is Killian? I possibly can’t be alone in this house with this being.
A gentle clonk of hard shoe soles reverberates in my ears as he takes a step forward. This makes my heart beat violently in my chest. I wish I was with my phone, at least then, I’d be able to sneak an ergency call.
A lump forms in my throat. Fear is the best dicine for hunger, I don’t feel hungry anymore.
“Relax, kitten,” Referring to by that is alarming. Only Killian can call that but I don’t say a word. “I don’t bite.”
My body falls back on the sofa. I’ve been moving backwards as he moves forward while keeping my eyes on him that I totally forgot about my environnt.
“Stay back.”
He raises a brow in amusent. “Did I scare you off, kitten?”
DON’T CALL THAT!
“Refrain from referring to her that way and stay away from the girl, Owen.” Killian’s voice brought ease to my heart. I want to run to him but my legs remain glued to the sofa. Maybe it’s a good thing.
I avert my gaze to the direction his voice ca from. This is the first ti I’ve seen Killian look so serious without a hint of a smile on his face. And he’s staring right at the person he referred to as Owen.
Owen takes a step back, both his hands are raised, forming an angle ninety with his shoulder. “Just a tease from an old ti friend.” He still has that smirk on his face as he withdraws back. If Killian wasn’t around, what would he have done to ?
“You’ve overstayed your welco. увидимся позже.”
What the fuck did he say? I stare at Killian, puzzled.
[Translation: See you later.]
“увидимся позже.”
Huh? Why the non English part? What don’t they want to hear? The man turns to face , making my eyes widen and breath hitch.
“It was a pleasure to et you.”
Yeah, sure, get your ass out of here! I keep my face neutral. Being around him is unsettling. I’d rather he left.
Footsteps trail out the room as he leaves. The mont I hear a door open and close, I let out an exhale.
“Oh kitten,” Killian calls, walking to . He stretches a hand which I grab onto. Killian raises up with a gentle pull. “Did I keep you waiting for so long?”
Oh no, ain’t no way you’re changing the awkwardness in the room that easily. Who was that man and how does he know ? Obviously through you, but how much do you actually talk about for him to know the pet na you gave ?
Why am I asking the questions I want to ask him in my head and not to him?
“Co, join for breakfast.” Killian puts an arm around my waist, holding to him as he walks to the dining. That hand of his has its way of making smile.
I clear my throat the mont he pulls out a chair for to sit. I sit and he pushes the chair back in carefully before making his way to the other side of the table.
Killian is removing the dos. I get lost in a trance as I watch him serve the two of us.
Sothing is fishy, I don’t know what but I can sense it.
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