SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ

- HAZEL -

I’m stuffed. Overly stuffed that I can’t feel my legs. I feel pregnant.

And my stomach doesn’t feel sore anymore. Maybe all I needed was a good meal. Killian is in the kitchen, taking care of our dishes and I know I’m supposed to be there with him but my curiosity on that file and detailed paperwork of me is still on my mind and I need to get to that room first! If not to go through it, at least to tidy it and keep everything back where I saw it so he doesn’t suspect a thing.

"I’ll be right back!" I yell, hopping up the stairs. My body feels heavy. I really do feel pregnant.

I make my way to Killian’s door and stop in front, resting my hands on my crouched knees to catch my breath.

I swallow after maintaining my composure. I can now go in.

I take a deep breath then exhale slowly, twisting the door knob. Shock meets me when I sight the freshly made bed. This.... is the right room... right?

I blink twice to be sure. Everything else is in order aside from my side of the bed. It’s laid. It’s meant to be un-laid and rough with a pillow covering a file but it seems like nobody ever laid on this bed in the first place!

I groan in frustration and massage my temples. Did Killian come here before me? If yes, was it during dinner? He didn’t act like he noticed I went through anything. I would be pissed off if someone touched my stuff without my permission, especially something private, including him but he didn’t say a word.

Maybe he doesn’t consider those private? Maybe he wanted me to see them? I can’t tell with his plain reaction!

I also can’t tell if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Am I safe? Was I hallucinating? I can’t tell! Ughh!! I shut the door and run to his other room. I push the door open roughly. The lights are off.