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The Best Friend's Contract By athrhteera Characters: 29356

Updated: 2019-01-28 12:04


You know that there's a word called 'smh' which means 'shaking my head'? Well, that's clearly what I'm doing right now as I cup onto my face, feeling the heat radiating as I continue to walk back towards our tents; this is way too much for me to handle right now. What was that?

Glancing at his lips? That was?purposely?asking him to kiss me! That was like giving him a hint. For god's sake. . . I can't be much dumber than now. I shouldn't have done that because if I didn't, he wouldn't have kissed me. He wouldn't even lean forward for the romantic intimacy.

Did I say. . . romantic?!

I am slowly going insane. I can feel it. My medulla oblongata is probably damaged for letting my heart rate raise; even more, my heart might even be pumping a lot of unnecessary blood throughout my body for the feelings I'm currently having.

Let's admit it. One by one. There are a lot of reasons to have feelings for someone like Aidan. More particular, for Aidan. . . so, let's list out why. Maybe, this is just a phase where it will pass and we can all pretend like it never happened.

It's probably just nothing and we can all forget about it in the nearest future. He can continue on with his life and I can continue on with mine as soon as we get a divorce in a few more months. Exactly, not a big deal and we're both adults, we can handle this.

After all, it's not just me who would have the possibility of having feelings for Aidan. Come on, he's good-looking, charming, funny, well-built, clever and he's even cute, sometimes! What's not to notice about him? If those typical women could fall for him, I'm no different. Of course, I never noticed how his eyes gaze into mine or when his lips curve up into a smile that shows off his perfectly straight teeth and slightly rosy cheeks due to the heat. . . but, maybe I'm just starting to notice it now.

Not only that, even his hands are beautiful. His fingers are long and somehow, his nails are very well-manicured; always short and clean, a little bit shiny if I may add. Okay, okay. . . let's all admit that he's the most good-looking man in New York. Correction, he's the most good-looking billionaire in New York.

Enough about his appearances! Even his career and his worth is amazingly surprising.

So, these are the reasons of why anyone including me, Kenna Anne, might be feeling a lil' something, something for Aidan Gabriel.

''Come join us!'' Harley invites with a wide smile on her face as she waves at me. She's sitting with Mia and Ava, getting ready to make some?s'mores?while the boys are grilling the meats.

''You've tasted these before, right? If not, you're really missing in life.'' She continues to speak, putting one by the fire while Mia is busy teasing Ava, trying to make her laugh; which cheers me up slightly at the sound of her giggles.

''I've tasted them before. They're nice, '' I reply.

A few hours are spent chatting and eating marvellous foods. Both Diana and Marc are sitting near the fire as she leans against his shoulder, smiling and probably remembering back to the old memories as they grew old together. My eyes can't seem to look away at the couple, seeing them attracting my curious attention.

My eyes wander towards Harley who's laughing near the tree as she chews on some s'mores, fed by Alain. They are laughing and smiling to each other, clearly enjoying themselves to a certain level while Mia sits with Ava, showing her the stars above.

Then, I glance at Aidan; seeing him sitting beside me with no expression on his face. His brown eyes are staring directly onto the fire; seeing it dance as he pokes onto it. As for me, I find him as my source of entertainment for the night. It's just funny how his family are happy and together while our relationship or more precisely, marriage is just a contract.

We made a promise. Thankfully not in God's house but with His name; to love and to hold each other for as long as we both shall live but deep in our hearts, we know this marriage will only last for a year and time won't stop to look back and give us more chance to be together because one day, it'll come to an end.

''I think I'm tired, '' I mutter under my breath but loud enough for Aidan to hear as he turns to look at me with a raised eyebrow.

''We should head inside the tent, '' He replies.

Just like that, he places the stick into the fire as we both stand up. ''Where are you guys going?'' Diana asks, her eyes gazing directly at Aidan who seems a little bit tired; his eyes are droopy and his smile appears more forced than normal.

''We're both exhausted. We're going to head in, '' He replies with a nod, gesturing towards our tent.

''Goodnight and sleep well. I'll see you both in the morning, '' She smiles as Aidan and I, walk towards our tent, a deep sigh escaping our lips as soon as we get inside.

I look at the space in the tent. Enough for two people but that's the problem, it's only enough for two and not for more. It's ridiculously small and it'd take some cuddling for us to be able to sleep well in this tent instead of arguing about how one of us isn't getting enough space for the rest of the night.

''This is just perfect. It can fit everyone in here, '' I say, sarcastically with a smirk plastered on my face as he rolls his eyes, thinking of a solution.

''Whatever. Let's just get some rest, '' I lay on my back as he joins me, a few seconds after but our arms bump against one another; leaving me rolling my eyes at the?space?we have which is clearly none.

With a sigh, I begin to sit up straight, ''Give me some space of my own, Aidan.'' I say, trying my best not to raise my voice; not making the conversation being heard outside. ''Why is this tent smaller than anyone else's, anyway?'' I groan, slowly.

''I switched with Alain. He brought a small one and he said it wouldn't be able to fit Ava if he uses it. So, we swapped tents.'' He replies, running his fingers through his, messy brown hair. Somehow, they're just falling down, effortlessly; enhancing his beauty.

'Stop it, Kenna! Don't bother about his beauty or anything else.' I thought to myself, wanting to just literally slap my face or bang my head against the wall to kick some senses in me but I know deep down, it won't work as easy as that.

''Since when are you so generous?'' I raise an eyebrow, ''Now. . . we're stuck in this small tent when it can barely fit both of us.''

''Let's just try again. I'll make sure we fit, '' He bumps onto the spot beside him, gesturing for me to lay on my back and I do, the same time as he does. Our shoulders bump again and apparently, this time, I can't help but groan louder before smacking onto his arm, causing him to protect himself from my attacks.

''You and your?damn?broad shoulders! Keep your shoulders to yourself, god?damn?it.'' I say, angrily.

''Fine! Fine! Take the goddamn?space, '' He sits up before moving away and leaving me in the middle on my own as he tries not to show how he is suffering from the lack of space. Even though he pushes himself further towards the tent, he's not getting further away from me.

We both stare at one another, only looking at each other without saying a single word. It appears a little bit awkward and somehow, annoying but I can't utter more words to express how this is just pissing me off than actually letting me feel anything else. Then again, why are we even making it a big of a deal when it's just about not having enough space in this?damn?tent?

''Are you just going to sit there and stare?'' I ask, after realising that we've spent the past couple of minutes, staring at one another without uttering anything.

''Then, what am I supposed to do?'' He asks, ''One of us has got to give in and that person is me. You can have the spot. . . I'll probably just sleep somewhere else. Maybe even head back to the house, '' He continues to speak, his eyes never moving away from mine while I feel anxious about the word 'house' because no, he's not going back to the house and leave me here sleeping in this tent.

''Are you serious? What if your parents see you?'' I furrow my eyebrows.

''Look. . . let's just work this out. We have to lay on our sides instead of our backs because that's not going to work. We're also going to be a little bit closer to one another than?usually?in order for us to fit. If only you would give that a try, it'll work.'' He replies, ignoring my question.

I remain quiet at his solution; not knowing if being close to him tonight would be a good idea when we've just went through something intimate this morning. We might even come to develop feelings to each other, things might get complicated.

''Kenna, do you trust me?'' He asks, his brown eyes are piercing deeply into

overwhelming my senses. My eyes wander around to see people having their breakfast here, chatting away rather than being busy with their smartphones like in New York; everyone would be holding their phones and communicate through there which is a lil' bit rude, if you ask me.

You ask someone out for breakfast, lunch, brunch or dinner but you end up playing with your phone; then, what's the point?

''There's an empty table, '' Aidan gestures for me to follow behind him as he grabs onto my hand, passing through the amount of people.

''May I take your order?'' A woman walks by as she looks down on her notepad before gazing up to Aidan and I but as soon as she does, her eyes widen in surprise at the sight of him, ''You're Aidan Ashton!'' She exclaims, causing the whole café to grow silent.

Aidan clears his throat, ''Excuse me?''

''I'm so sorry but I notice you from the internet. I also follow you on?Instagram, you are by far the most successful man in New York; I mean, the youngest man to be as successful as you. You're actually my inspiration, '' She smiles, widely.

''That's good to hear, '' He looks at me with a confused look, not really knowing what to say. ''I'm just handling my family business. . . it's not like I'm the founder or anything, ''

''But you have made it more successful than before. By the way, my name is Rosie. Can I take a picture with you? If you don't mind, '' Her cheeks are slowly turning red as she tries to calm herself down while I stare at them as if I'm not even here.

''Sure, '' Aidan replies with a smile as she takes out her phone, giving it to me. ''By the way, this is my wife, Kenna.'' He introduces me, trying to cheer me up than just faking a wide smile with wide eyes, hard not to burst into sarcastic explosions.

''Cool. So, can you take our picture?'' She continues to urge me on taking their picture so I grab onto her phone, slowly zooming in to her face before clicking a couple of times.

''Oops, one more.'' I grin as I zoom out, taking a proper picture of them; mostly liking how Aidan looks extremely attractive but I also find him looking at me instead of staring at the camera which causes me to clear my throat before handing back her phone.

''Thanks!'' Rosie says with a wide grin before turning to Aidan, ''I just want to say that you're by far the best thing that has ever happened to the world. You are an inspiration to me and I'm sure to others, too. Can I be a lil' bit honest with you?'' She asks.

Aidan chuckles, ''Sure. Why not?''

''I started following you on?Instagram?because you are very handsome. Everything about you screams perfection, your hair, your face, your lips and even your voice. So. . . I started stalking you everyday and then I realised that you're the CEO of?Empire?and I had to make you my inspiration.'' She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear while I keep on repeating the same word on the menu before placing it on the table, looking up at Rosie; our supposed to be waitress for the day but she's more interested in Aidan.

''Thank you, Rosie.'' He replies, shortly; trying to find the words on trying to make her leave as she continues to talk about how he has made her go on with life when she feels down, he has been an inspiration but mostly because he's handsome.

''So, Rosie. . . I'd like to order, '' I say which catches her attention.

''Can you give me a sec?'' Rosie says without even looking at me as she continues to mumble on and on and on, nonstop.

Just as my anger starts to boil, I immediately stand up as I slam both of my palms on the table. Everyone in the café starts to look at me including Aidan and Rosie; surprised at my sudden action. Slowly, my lips curve up into a smile, ''Look, Rosie, the reason why I'm here with my 'husband' is because we want to have breakfast together and when a waiter or a waitress comes to our table, we would?like?to order instead of listening to you going on and on about how amazing he is because for god's sake, Rosie, I know how amazing my husband is and he knows how?fucking?amazing he is. You have got to stop reminding him of something he knows because you're annoying me and you're also annoying him. You've got a picture taken and you've got a chance to talk to him but now I'd like to order some food so I can get the?hell?out of here!'' I say while I said the words?husband?and?like?a little bit louder than intentional.

Aidan looks up at me in surprise but slowly, his lips begin to curve up into a smile before chuckling.

I sit down but the people won't stop looking at me as I try my best to control my emotions from going all over the place. Rosie, on the other hand, has been dead silent ever since I stood up. She has her left hand holding onto her notepad and her right hand holding onto her phone, her eyes never leaving me.

''I. . . I don't know what to say, '' Rosie mutters.

''How about you start by taking our order?'' I ask, pointing at the menu before smiling.


''You were bold, '' Aidan chuckles as we both walk side by side after leaving the café, ''I've got to admit. . . I didn't expect you to burst out like that.'' He adds, bumping onto my arm, purposely.

''Well, she annoys the?hell?out of me. What was I supposed to do? Sit quietly and wait for her to finish talking because by the looks of it, she wasn't going to stop.'' I reply with a smirk, not really expecting him to find it funny because it's more likely embarrassing.

Aidan surprises me by grabbing onto my wrist, causing me to stop as he stares onto the glass window by the shop. I follow his gaze, reading:

It's a flyer, promoting a funfair tonight which causes Aidan to smile, instantly letting me know that he has plans for tonight and it has got to do with the?damn?funfair but I don't mind.

As long as it doesn't involve obsessed fans.

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