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The Best Friend's Contract By athrhteera Characters: 31327

Updated: 2019-01-28 12:04


Aidan

Truth be told, when I walked in on Kenna, I didn't expect to see an?angel. The way she stood there confidently in the red lingerie which complimented her tanned skin and highlight her long legs, she was a breathtaking sight. At first I was confused and almost mistaken her as a Victoria's Secret angel; if you get what I mean. By far the only thing that made me forget about the whole stress at work.

From the moment I stepped inside, I was trying hard not to make her notice how my knees were growing weak just by seeing her look back at me; maybe it was my consciousness that kept on reminding me to be sober because I would've never kept my hands away from her if I followed my own lustful thoughts.

My lips curve up into a smile as I take a bite of my pancake, remembering back about last night. Even though we had dinner afterwards, things were pretty awkward between us and somehow quiet because we didn't have much to say—we were just trying to make the silence as our friend.

''Kenna, are you up yet?'' I shout from the kitchen before walking out towards the hallway, gazing to her room; the door closed and not a single sound passing through which confuses me.

Kenna has never been the one to be late for anything, especially work. She might procrastinate here and there but being late for work is so unlike her, she's always punctual. That is one of the things I like about her; it's hard to find someone who can go through the same thing, everyday without complaining because as far as I've been with Kenna. . . she has not complained about her work but then again, she loves her job.

''Kenna. . . are you in there?'' I ask, this time slower as I knock onto her bedroom door.

Sound of coughs are heard from inside the room, making me hold onto the doorknob, realising that it is unlocked as I push the door open; seeing her wrapped around in her comforter like a burrito as she frowns, her nose red and her eyes somehow swollen and a little bit teary.

I immediately make my way towards her before placing the back of my hand on her forehead, feeling a warm sensation creeping up my own skin; instantly making me realise that she's actually unwell. My hand goes down to feel underneath her jaw after pushing her hair away from her face—wiping away the prickling beads of sweat.

''Need. . . to get to work, '' She groans.

''You're not going anywhere, '' I reply before sighing, seeing her blue eyes are droopily piercing into my brown ones; they are red and somewhat tired and instantly, I feel a slight sympathy in my heart, knowing that she's never the one to care for herself even though she's good at caring about other people.

''I'm fine, Aidan.'' She coughs, ''Just let me go to work. I have to get to the hospital, '' The way her voice sounded different than usual, it worries me; knowing that her throat must be sore and swollen, too. . . not just her eyes.

As soon as she sits up straight and starts to get off the bed, her body begins to lose balance; causing her to fall onto the ground but luckily I manage to grab her by the waist, stabilising her feet on the ground than letting her hurt other parts of her body from falling.

''For god's sake, Kenna. Don't be stubborn and listen to me for once, '' I say before placing her onto the bed, letting her lay down; her eyes are closed shut and her eyebrows remain furrowed. ''You have a fever. You can't force yourself, '' I add.

She groans again, ''You don't understand. I have a lot of work to do, ''

''I do understand and I'm also worried about your health. You need to know that it's my responsibility to take care of you—how can I just let you off to work when I know that you're not feeling okay? You need to rest, '' I unbutton my sleeves before rolling them up to my elbows, without looking away from her figure which has turned sideways due to the discomfort.

''You worry too much, '' She mumbles.

I press my lips into a thin line, ''About you.''

Within seconds, I'm already walking down the stairs to get a basin filled with cold water and a clean cloth before taking prescribed pills in the kitchen cabinet, making sure that she gets the exact dose for a speedy recovery.

Kenna took care of me when I still had the cast on my left arm, she cared for my health, my work and even my happiness while I was almost begging for my cast to be taken off earlier than decided. She was there for me and I want to be here for her.

''Siri, call Flynn.'' I turn towards my phone, seeing it light up before dialling Flynn's number; hearing it ringing for a few seconds as I put on my ear.

''Yes, Mr. Ashton? Is there anything that I can help you with?'' He picks up the phone, causing me to stop moving all at once and focus onto the sound of his voice. ''Mr. Ashton?'' He calls out, again.

I clear my throat, ''Kenna's not feeling well. I can't be at the office today—I certainly can't go through with the meetings. Can you forward them to tomorrow? Also, can you please send me those files that I was going through yesterday through email?'' I ask, tapping onto the kitchen counter as I wait for his respond; hearing him typing off on the computer.

He stutters at first, ''Are you sure, sir? You have a meeting with Mr. Otawaki at three and he has came all the way from Japan just to see you in order to confirm the final details about the tender. We might have a higher risk of losing it if you don't attend, '' He replies.

My mind wanders off to Mr. Otawaki—the same man who appears to be strict when it comes to work but at the same time, I can't help it knowing that Kenna needs me. Even though the meeting with Mr. Otawaki is important. . . but Kenna is much more important to me. There's a risk of losing the tender but I can't just leave to tend for herself when she's just laying in bed with no strength at all to go through the day without me.

Besides, I'm also her husband; not just her best friend.

''Yes, I'm sure. Send my sincerest apology for this unexpected matter to Mr. Otawaki and just call me if anything happens, '' I reply firmly, imagining Flynn taking notes before nodding his head; something he would do without even bothered to say otherwise, even if I'm making the wrong choices in life but sometimes, it's wiser to go with the most important one.

''Of course, Mr. Ashton. The files will be sent directly through email within five minutes. I also wish that Kenna would get better soon, '' He says in which I respond with a light chuckle before ending the call; placing it on the kitchen island.

Then, I grab onto the basin and a clean cloth with the prescribed pills as I walk towards her room; seeing her still wrapped around in her comforter, soundly asleep. The way her hair is being tied up in a loose ponytail, it's quite a sight to see her as messy as this—she's always the type to dress up well and look pretty almost all of the time.

I place the basin and clean cloth on the bed stand, pushing her hair away from her face before tying them up into a neater but loose bun but as long as her hair stays away from her face; hopefully it'll make her feel much more comfortable. My eyes remain still onto her face, seeing her lips puckering to the front as she continues to sleep, unable to stay awake due to the fever.

My hand reaches out to grab the remote in order to raise the temperature in the room as I turn on the air purifier, wanting to make sure that she gets as comfortable as she can—not even letting her shake anymore as the weather is getting colder because of the snow.

''Mmm, '' She mumbles in her sleep.

I chuckle softly as I find it a little bit amusing before putting the clean cloth into the basin filled with cold water—then, placing it on her forehead, causing her eyes to squint at the sudden coldness before she turns to look at me.

''It'll help you get better, '' I smile down at her as I soothingly run my hand on her head, receiving myself a weak smile from her; instantly leaving me to eye the paleness of her complexion, the swollen and red eyes and even her running nose. ''This will all be over as soon as your temperature goes down, okay?'' I assure her.

''Can't wait, '' She tries to smile but the coughs that escaped her lips were making it hard for her.

''We have to get something into your system before you can take these pills. I'll go ahead and make your favourite soup, '' I say, gazing one last time down her face as I receive another smile from her; making me smile back. ''What?'' I ask, confused—did I say something funny?

She shakes her head, ''It's wanton soup.''

''Yeah. . . and? What's so funny about it?''

''Nothing. You just rarely cook anymore—ever since you got busy with work and it's surprising to hear that coming from you, '' She clears her throat, adjusting her body onto the bed to make herself much more comforter as I laugh; can't deny the fact that she's right.

We both look at each other, ''Hey, I'm still a pretty good cook. Making you your favourite wanton soup? That's easy—I can even serve you some Italian dishes, '' I end with a wink.

I've always been the one to say that Kenna needs to spend more time with herself than spending her time at the hospital but I'm just the same. We're both the same. My work is just as important as Kenna and for some reason. . . earlier this morning, when I had to choose be

om her body.

I look down at the ground to see that she has thrown her undergarments away, making me feel my heart beating faster than before as I try to control my breathing; slowly, clenching my jaw and almost imagining her in ways I can only think of.

''You can turn around now, '' She adds.

Slowly but surely, I turn around to meet her eyes. She stays as deep as she can in the water as I start to sit beside her bathtub, watching her every movement as I push away the thought of her being naked in the same room as me; only out of view.

''This is. . . awkward, '' She says and we both laugh, completely agreeing.

''I'm trying my best to imagine you with clothes on but so far, it's not working very well.'' I reply with a chuckle escaping my lips as her cheeks heat up, the blush creeping causing her to run her fingers through her hair, trying to wet them.

''Let me help, '' I say, looking at her; somehow asking for approval.

She turns for her back to face me as I squeeze and adequate amount of shampoo on the palm of my hand before massaging her head by mixing the shampoo with some water, letting the bubbles form.

My hands are moving gently to wash her hair, trying to remove any dirt or oil as she stays still; not uttering a single word but my eyes just can't seem to move away from the back of her body, seeing how they're calling out for me to touch but I remain still, keeping my hands where they are needed and not anywhere near her skin.

''You're good at this, '' She mutters.

I laugh, ''Yeah? It's making you feel better?''

Even without looking at her, I can see the smile creeping up her face as she starts to look down. ''Well. . . it seems like you've done this before. That's not a surprise, though.'' She replies.

I stop moving for a short couple of seconds, ''I've never done this before.'' My reply seems short but it's an enough confirmation to prove just how it's the truth—call it whatever she wants but I've never bothered to do this for any of my ex-flings or one night stands because why bother?

''Really?''

''You're the first, '' I add.

She stays quiet, letting me run my fingers through her hair again, removing any excess bubbles and try to rinse it. ''It makes me feel really special, ''

''Aha, I'm not so sure about that.'' I joke even though deep down, I want to just let the words escape and tell her how much she means to me. How I wouldn't just do this for anyone but for her; it can stay that way for as long as she wants as I hesitate and fight with my own thoughts.

''Dick, '' She chuckles.

We both smile as I rinse her hair.

As soon as I'm done, she starts to turn and our eyes meet again, ''Is your head still hurting?'' I ask, wanting to start a conversation so that our current situation won't be as awkward as it already is.

''Yeah. Thank you, '' She replies.

''Anything for you, '' I unknowingly run the back of my hand across her cheek, making me blink back a few times as soon as I realise what I've done but it appears to be too late to take it all back. My hand moves away from her face before clearing my throat, ''I'll wait outside.'' I quickly add.

As I step out of the bathroom, I begin to place a hand on my chest; feeling my heart beating fast even though I keep on trying to control my breaths but everything around me and being in this room can't seem to help me any further.

''Calm the?fuck?down, '' I mutter to myself before circling the room; mentally trying to talk to myself and just calm down before she walks out. ''Damn?it, Aidan—you're losing it. You're clearly losing your mind, ''

Just as I stop walking around, I hear her step out of the bathroom which causes me to freeze at my exact spot before hearing her entering the walk-in closet, leaving me all by myself again but deep in my own thoughts.

It's not about feeling lustful when we were in the bathroom and she was bathing naked even though I couldn't see anything but it's because of how my feelings are somehow deep and sincere for her. She's making me go crazy and she's even making me go weak for her—it's something unexpected but it's happening. It's all happening.

Everything that Dimitri said, it's coming true.

We're not anywhere near the end of the marriage but I'm already somehow, deeply, madly?and truly in love with my best friend, Kenna.

I turn around to see her looking back at me, surprising me as I didn't get the chance to hear her step out of the walk-in closet. My eyes wander down to her clothes and see that's currently wearing a plain shirt with a pair of dark skinny jeans but my heart can't seem to ease yet.

To my surprise, she starts to make her way towards me before standing on her tiptoes and immediately cup onto my face, her lips meeting mine in an instant; causing my eyes to widen at the sudden yet soft kiss.

Everything around me begins to fade as I close my eyes, wrapping both of my hands around her waist as I pull her body closer towards me, letting me feel the curves of her perfectly shaped body and taste the mint coming from her lips from the toothpaste. Yet, what intrigues me most is her scent, the same exact soft scent. The same exact?Bombshell?scent.

I feel her arms wrapping around my neck as I pull her up match her height with mine which is not a burden as she appears to be light and her frame has always been small and petite. My heart eases down as our kiss seems to be more passionate and filled with unspoken meanings.

I slow down the kiss as my hands move up to her back, feeling her body curving up towards mine; leaving me to appreciate just how close we are, leaving no distance in between.

We break the kiss to find ourselves panting as we're still inches apart from one another, her eyes looking into my eyes as mine remain still at her lips, seeing them turning red from the amount of kisses. I begin to clench my jaw before gazing up into her blue eyes, liking how they manage to strike as one of the most beautiful eyes.

''I'm in love with you, '' I mutter under my breath as they escape from my lips. We both remain frozen especially her as soon as she heard the words, knowing that they came out a bit more as a big smack than something slow and romantic.

Shit.

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