SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 188

- HAZEL -

I have a grumpy face on. I woke up with it. Showered with it and even dressed up with it.

Thanks to Killian, my chin hurts but he sure as hell put me in my place last night. Right exactly where I needed to be. It was needed but I guess I didn’t realise how much needed it was. I guess I never really expected him to give me the tough love.

One thing I know for sure is that I don’t like it even though part of me knows deep down that I do. Or more like did. I was putting up an attitude I shouldn’t even have. Especially not now.

I walk out of my room and head down the stairs, following the alluring aroma that woke me up in the first place. I don’t know what it is or who it is that’s cooking but that sure smells delicious!

Part of me wonders if when the chef was cooking, I was in mind because after last night, I won’t be stunned if I wasn’t. I head to the dinning room first. The table is clear and no one is here. This is when I summon courage to go to the kitchen.

“Rise and shine, honey, have a nice sleep?” Killian asks before I made my presence obvious. I am still at the door. I make a face, walking in sluggishly. His tone is calm and warm.

Tch. I pout. “Yeah, you?” I ask, avoiding eye contact. My attention is on the meal outlined on the kitchen counter. They look yummy.

“Very nicely actually.” He says, poised. “Thank you for asking.”

For a second there, I wanted to scoff at him, then the sting in my jaw reminded me to behave. “Must be nice.” I murmur. “A certain ache on my face denied me that good sleep.” My finger taps on the kitchen counter gently, waiting for an apology as I devour the meal with my eyes. I swear that anyone who walks in will hear my tummy grumbling.

“Hungry? I made for two.” Killian says. This makes me frown. No sorry or any words of comfort whatsoever? No baby treatment? No nothing? The growl I get from my stomach makes me rethink my earlier thought.

I guess food is a good enough apology. For now.

“Yes please.” I mouth, chewing my lower lip. My eyes steadily trace his movements as he makes his way around the kitchen and gets a dry, clean plate from the plate rack.

“How much?” He asks. Something tells me he must’ve heard my hunger from the grumble. Or he’s just trying to get me to be polite while being ridiculously poised and annoying like last night in my room didn’t happen.

“A lot.” I say, my voice a low whisper. “I’m starved.” For a second there, I thought he’d tell me to speak louder. I’m glad he didn’t.

Killian serves me some food. The placement of the meal on my dish was so appetising like that served in a five stars restaurant despite the quantity. I watch him add the toppings and sauce gracefully, angst oozing out of me but only in my mind.

Wow. It only took a few words and his hands on my jaw to keep me docile. It’s aggravating.

“Here.” He says, pointing the dish to me. I take a careful look at it before darting my eyes up to his face. A laugh resounds in ears, followed by a deep voice.

“Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned.” Killian hums. That sounded rhythmic. A very deep yet soft melody and it was just his speech.

I avert my gaze from his face to the meal. The amusing look he has on his face vexes me beyond measure. “Thank you.” I blurt, taking it from him. I don’t walk to the dining before taking a spoonful. A moan leaves my mouth as I roll my eyes due to the taste. I could eat this all day and not get tired.

“Your cup of tea?” He asks.

My gaze narrows and I turn my head his way. I nod. “It’s very tasty.” I answer.

“Of course it is.” He responds, putting all the spices away. His arrogance ticks me off. So cocky. Killian pulls a stool from below the counter out for me to sit then pulls another one out for himself, seating by my side. I let myself get comfortable on the stool, eating. I feel cheap. I should be ranting at him right now but I’m eating his food which he cooked by the way.

I choke on a spoon. Before I could signal to him for a drink, a glass of juice is placed in front of me. I grab onto it and drink it, drowning the food clogging my pipe down my throat. I should not gush my food, there’s no where I have to be.

“Thank you.” I voice, strained, dropping the now half full glass of juice on the counter and continued eating. Killian refills it.

“It’s my pleasure.”

It suddenly becomes quiet. So quiet that I can hear my slurps and chewing along with the sound of his breath. He’s also staring at me. That makes me withdraw my gaze from the food to him. He has a smile on his face. His face masks a dreamy expression like he’s staring at something admirable. Something he loves.

But he’s staring at me! My mind reminds me. This makes my cheeks burn.

“Stop staring.” I mumbling, slowly chewing my meal. “You make me unable to eat properly.”

“How can I see something beautiful and not gaze at it?” He retorts. His hand draws near to my face and he tucks my hair behind my ears. “How can I not marvel at its pulchritudinous structures. . .” His words hang, almost like his tongue got tied for a short time. “Unless I am a blind man.” His voice is soft.

This makes me drop my spoon. Consider me swooned. But I won’t show it. “Do you also harm pretty things?” I ask once my mouth is empty. “Do you tarnish its beauty by inflicting harm on them?” Someone hearing my tone would think me innocent. I am far from it. Although in my speech, I refer to myself.

“Harm is such a strong word. Discipline on the other hand, is necessary. You can’t have a finely crafted jewellery without exposing it to brazen heat first.” Is his response. This makes my jaw tighten. Just one word gives me a lot to think about. A hand cups my jaw, tilting my head to the side. “You do know I love you, right? And what I did last night was due to your recent behaviour?” He asks.

I lower my gaze to the counter before him. I nod. “It still hurt.”

“I intended it to.” He avers almost immediately. My lips form a line. “I won’t apologise for it, you were being mouthy.”

I don’t say a word. That much is true. I don’t know where the boldness in me talking back at him without a consequence came from. He has literally affirmed before that he’s a sadist. I doubt a sadist would have an issue disciplining at all.

“I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” Killian’s utters, his hand comes off my face. I instantly miss it. “Now that is how communication works.” A half grin is spread across his mouth.

I don’t know what to say. “Do you want me to tell you all that transpired between me and Asami?” He already knows so what’s the point in keeping it?

“Let’s put that behind.” Killian says. “I don’t want you to revisit an ugly memory.” He adds. “Next time, if someone is messing with you, no matter what kind of threat passed to you, let me know.” Killian says. There’s a bold countenance in his tone that leaves me stunned. I think a hint of aggression is obvious in his tone too. “And we’ll see if that person lives another day to utter the same threat.” This makes my heart skip a beat. His face darkened as he said that. I got a sense of fury from his facial expression. Killian’s gaze finally softened as his eyes locked with mine. A smile replaces the clenched jaw. “Want some cake after that? I got one just for you.”

What a way to ease the tension from the air. I nod, taking the spoon. This meal may fill my stomach, but there will always be space for junk. Especially when it’s cake.