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The Best Friend's Contract By athrhteera Characters: 18484

Updated: 2019-01-28 12:04


''No!'' Kenna's voice on the other line causes me to pull my phone away from my ear, closing my eyes in respond at the tone of her voice. The possibility of me going deaf is high if I have to deal with situations like this in the future, for the whole year.

My eyes wander to Flynn—who seems to have heard her sudden tantrum while I loosen my shirt's sleeves and roll them up to my elbows.

''We talked about this and my answer will always be the same. I'm not going to Dallas. If you ever think about going. . . then, you can go without me.'' She continues to speak, leaving me turn around to look at the glass window; down the busy street in the city.

''It's their anniversary, Kenna. What can I say?'' I sound defeated, not really knowing how to reason with Kenna for being stubborn. ''You're right, we're both very busy and committed to our careers but she's also right, family comes first. I can't say no to her and you know that, '' I add.

When I walked inside?Empire, my employees were surprised to see me. They thought I'd be taking a week or probably even a month off to spend some quality time with my so-called-wife. Their eyes widen as they had expected otherwise but then again, I didn't say anything with the board about taking a time off.

Rumours began to spread around the building for the past couple of hours ever since my arrival—saying that I'm much of a workaholic for not spending time with my wife and care more about my career than anything else. Little do they know, it's not what they think.

It had only been?three?days ever since the wedding. Kenna and I took a day off to unpack and help her settle in; that was basically it. We pay no attention to the media about our wedding or news about the 'bachelor' losing the title when I finally became someone's husband.

''My answer is still no but like I said, you can go without me.'' She replies before going silent. The only sound I can hear is someone calling out her name and stating for some kind of emergency, ''Look, Aidan. . . I really got to go. Bye, '' Then, the line goes dead without even giving me a second to respond, making me look down at my phone as I sigh, deeply.

It's true that I can never understand how busy or how tiring it is to be a neurologist but she really needs to give time for herself. She works too hard as if she's trying her best to avoid her personal life for some unknown reason which concerns me about her own health while she's too busy caring for others, especially Albert's. . . an old man who she has grown fond of.

''I don't know what else to say to her, '' I look up at Flynn who is currently holding onto a couple of files as he looks at me.

Flynn clears his throat, ''I'm afraid I'm not very fond with women and their ways of explaining things, Mr. Ashton. There's not much I can help you in?that?department, '' He replies, causing me to raise an eyebrow at his respond; he has always been quite nervous around me even though it has been years ever since he became my personal assistant.

My eyes wander to take a closer look at Flynn's appearance. The same dark floppy hair for the past years without a slight change except a little bit of trimming, thick-rimmed glasses and no sign of a five o'clock shadow. It takes me awhile to realise that even after years of knowing him and spending time with him as his boss, I've never come to notice how his appearance has always been.

''Don't you have a girlfriend?'' I ask, leaning back on my seat without looking away from Flynn.

He seems surprised at my question, causing him to push his glasses back from sliding down on the bridge of his nose. ''No. . . Mr. Ashton. Actually, I've never had a girlfriend.'' He stutters.

My lips curve up into a smile before growing wider and bursting out into laughters, trying my best not to attract further attention. As for Flynn, he starts to look down at his feet and try to find some sort of amusement like I did but according to his facial expression, it shows how much he didn't expect me to end up bursting into laughters.

As soon as I realise how?serious?he was, my laughter begin to disappear as I clear my throat; feeling a slight regret building in. ''You weren't kidding, huh?'' I breathe out.

''No, Mr. Ashton.'' He mutters, faking a smile.

''I'm sorry, Flynn. I didn't mean to offend you, '' I let out a sincere apology in which he accepts with a surprised expression—not expecting me to apologise. Then again, there's a lot to people that we can never expect, they're always full of surprises.

Years of knowing Flynn, our conversations were only short, subtle and business. There's no such thing as?me?apologising over something I said or did because I've always thought it was unnecessary but right now, it feels as if apologising was the right thing to do. It doesn't depend on certain titles or the amount of money, it's all about the heart.

Just as I'm about to say another word, the door to my office bursts open, revealing Alain who has a small smile plastered on his face as both of his hands are shoved into his slacks' pockets. His hair is neatly combed to the back, showing off an office appropriate look which screams respect, power and money.

''Excuse us, Flynn.'' I say, standing up and taking a few steps towards my brother. We're a few feet apart but it feels as if our gaze could burn a hole in our hearts—that's just how much amount of annoyance overflowing in our bodies whenever we see each other.

''What brings you the pleasure to my offi

mention that when she's probably taking other people's shift tonight. She can get a little bit too. . . addicted with her work, '' I answer and Flynn smiles, leaving me to realise that I should probably head home. Besides, this job won't be finished tonight, either.

''We should head home, '' I say.

''Goodnight, Mr. Ashton.'' Flynn replies before walking out of my office, leaving me all by myself—turning off my laptop and close the files, leaving them on my desk.

It doesn't take me long to reach home before parking my car next to my other three. I look up at the currently occupied spot—where Kenna usually park her car and realise that she's home instead of being at the hospital, working the hours away.

I push my front door open, seeing Kenna laying on the sofa with earphones plugged into her ears as she holds onto her phone. As soon as she sees me, her eyes widen and she starts to make her way towards me while I make my way upstairs, ignoring her.

''Aidan, '' She calls out.

''I'm talking to you. . . not to the walls, '' She adds as I enter my room, loosening the tie around my neck and place it on the bed before unbuttoning my shirt—pretending to not being in the same room as Kenna. ''Are you seriously ignoring me? Are you giving me the silent treatment?'' She asks, standing in front of me.

Still pretending not to see her, I walk towards my walk-in closet and pull out a plain shirt with shorts before throwing them on my bed.

''Unless you want to talk about Dallas, we're not talking.'' I reply with a slight smile on my face as I enter the bathroom—being followed by Kenna, leaving me looking at the mirror and see her standing behind me, her eyebrows furrowed and her arms crossed.

''Get out. I want to take a shower, '' I say as I turn to look at her.

''No, I'm staying here.'' She replies, stubbornly.

''Fine, '' I lean towards her before taking my shirt off, leaving me shirtless as both of her eyes focusing into mine while I proceed with my pants—only standing with my underwear as she tries her best not to look at anywhere else but my eyes.

As soon as she realises that I'm going to be standing naked in front of her, she starts to turn towards the door; not wanting to look at me while I smirk, quite enjoying to be uncomfortable around me in situations like this.

''I want to talk, '' She says as I shower, the warm water easing me and relaxing me.

To my surprise, she stands still and quietly until I'm done showering. As stubborn as she can be, her ego is just too much, sometimes. ''What do you want to talk about?'' I ask, standing behind her, purposely letting her feel my warm breath near her neck as I stand with only my towel wrapped around my torso.

She turns to look at me, ''About Dallas.''

Droplets of water continues to drop down onto the ground from my hair while I run my fingers through it, my lips curving up into a smile before chuckling and walking out of the bathroom, Kenna following my every step.

''What about Dallas?'' I ask, raising an eyebrow.

It takes me awhile to realise that both of her eyes were wandering down to my body before quickly looking up into my eyes again as I stand still, shirtless in front of her. Deep down, there's something building inside of me. . . letting me feel my heart skip a beat as they fasten.

My eyes look down at her lips, seeing how they're naturally pink—attracting me. If we're not standing a few feet away from each other or if I'm not holding myself back, I would've closed the distance between us and cup onto her face just to meet her lips, knowing how soft they would be against mine.

''I'm going to Dallas with you, '' She replies.

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