Loving His Enemy | ✔️

Part Four: Chocolate Chips

Her POV //

*6 months earlier*

"Okay so Kate's coming over, what about the guys?" I asked, slipping my phone in my back pocket.

Carter nodded, still staring at his phone. "Just... texting... Wes" He spoke slowly, infatuated with whatever it was on his phone.

I rolled my eyes, shaking it off. I needed to focus on organising the snacks for tonight. Our weekly game night.

I miss when it was just Carter and I. Him and Kate were best friends first but we grew closer, she became mine. I don't think they ever left me out but it felt like it.

Once Carter and I began dating, they sort of distanced themselves, not really hanging out as much. I never asked for them to do it, they just did and it worked out.

"Babe remember to add those chips for Kate" Carter called out from the living room.

Of course. He remembers to add chips for Kate to the list and not milk or toilet paper. She even has her own room here, he got it furnished for her without even asking me.

Having my best friend over is fun though so I guess it's a bonus.

I put all the snacks on the table along with the drinks and cups just as everyone arrived.

I watched as the guys greeted each other, turning to me and nodding. I smiled at them before watching Kate jump into Carter's arms.

"Hey pretty" Carter chuckled, putting her down.

I looked, some part of me would sting whenever they were affectionate. He set some rule with his friends; that they can't hug me or even high five me. But him and Kate, it's very hypocritical.

We all sat around the table, Carter beelining for the seat beside Kate.

I sighed, leaning back in my seat as i watched them, laughing, giggling, nudging each other. God, they looked like the couple in this group.

Kate squealed, startling me so I looked up to see her shirt drenched in water, revealing her bright red bra underneath her shirt.

"I didn't bring any spare clothes with me" She pouted, turning to Carter who immediately got up, gesturing for her to follow him.

I clenched my jaw, trying not to get mad or look crazy. He would throw a fit, saying I didn't trust him, that Kate was just his best friend.

My phone began ringing, making the guys turn to me. I checked to see that it was Dad so I excused myself, walking toward the living room as I answered the phone.

I looked down to see Kate's bag, unzipped; clothes spilling out of it. She lied.

***

I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar room. I rubbed my eyes, looking around the room, remembering the events of last night, shaking off the dreams; taunting me.

I glanced at the bedside table to see a new phone with a note.

'To replace the one I threw out the window. My contact is already in

- M'

After adding my own touches, I freshened up and made my way downstairs, the smell of pancakes filling the air.

Miles was in the kitchen, cooking. Miles.

He turned to see me before placing a plate in front of me, "Morning Aria"

I looked at the pancakes then back to him in shock, "I do my own cooking, I don't trust other people with my food" He shrugged.

I nodded as he sat across from me, eating. What the fuck is happening.

There were chocolate chips in mine but not his?

"Why didn't you add any chocolate to yours?" I asked before trying some. Delectable, mind blowing, heavenly.

He scoffed lightly, shaking his head. "I don't eat chocolate" he shrugged.

If he doesn't eat chocolate then why does he just have it lying around to put into this perfect, perfect pancakes?

"Thank you for the phone and breakfast, you didn't have to. I'm just gonna get a hotel for a few weeks until I find a new place" I spoke up, smiling at him.

He raised a brow at me, shaking his head. "No need, you're staying here. For free" He stated.

I looked around, it was so empty yet homely. Dark interior theme with white couches, oh what a psycho.

"We both know I can afford to" I rebutted, pointing my fork at him.

He stayed silent so I changed the subject. "Are you used to that? Just giving girls a place to stay?" I asked, immediately regretting it.

I don't want to know how many other girls have been in that bed.

He scoffed, rubbing his temples. "No, this isn't like a puppy shelter. I don't bring girls I fuck to my home"

I tilted my head, confused. "Wait, why didn't you fuck me last night?" I asked, making him almost choke on his food.