Whispered Desires

Chapter 6: Complications

KILIAN

I still don't really understand what the fuck happened there.

The only thing I know is that I was really, really glad when I sat in that damn plane the next evening, ready to fly back home. I don't know what I would've done if I had to see Jasmine again after that stunt - I mean what the hell even was that?!

I've done a lot of kinky shit, believe me. But I haven't yet jerked off from watching a certain redhead getting fucked against the bathroom wall. It was a weird experience, considering I had mixed feelings about the fact that Mitchell fucking Brown of all people was the one taking her. I offered. She could've had me. I'm pretty sure I would've done a better job.

Worst of all, I can't get that damn image out of my head. The way she looked at me, I had a feeling she found it hot that I touched myself while she got fucked. It was sexy as hell, I'm not even denying that. The whole bathroom thing she did the day before was bad enough, masturbating to the sound of me and that blonde chick fucking in the room right next to her... She got me on that one, I'll give her that.

I kept imagining how she pleasured herself in that fucking bathtub, and how she would feel if I finally managed to get between her legs...

"Kill!" The all too familiar voice calls out and I look up, my train of thoughts interrupted by my bestie Hayden standing in the arrival hall with that huge grin on his face.

"Hayden, my man!" I can't help but laugh as I throw one arm around him, pulling him in for a bro hug.

He chuckles as well, his large hands slapping my back a few times before he pulls back to look at me. "Dude, you look like shit."

"Well, thank you, babes." I roll my eyes, eliciting another laugh from Hayden as we make our way out of the airport. "I feel like shit, too."

Hayden raises an eyebrow as he opens the trunk of his fancy Tesla, watching me with interest as I throw my bags in there and slam it back shut. He's staring right at me as we both just stand there, his arms crossed in front of his chest while I just look at my best friend in front of me, knowing exactly what he's doing.

"What the fuck did you do, Kill?" he asks, obviously having picked up on my weird mood.

"Don't know what you mean..."

"Cut the bullshit, man. Just tell me. We can work it out."

I can't help but sigh, knowing that I'll have to come clean with him sooner or later. Jasmine is Mila's best friend, after all, and I had straight orders to stay the fuck away from her. "Let's get a drink man, this one is complicated."

"I swear to god, if you..."

"Bro, please. Let's just have a drink first, alright?

I'm glad when he agrees, and soon enough we're in the bar close to Hayden's house, a beer in my hand as I feel my best friend's eyes on me. "Why aren't you drinking?" I ask, nodding toward the coke in his hands.

"Mila pukes whenever she even smells beer. She won't let me sleep next to her when I've drunk any - and I can't have that." He just shrugs, like it was no big deal at all that his highly pregnant wife kicks him out of his own bed for drinking a beer or two.

"Man, you're so whipped," I laugh, shaking my head as I take a sip of my beer.

"Nah, she's carrying my child. You have no idea the shit that woman has to go through because of that. I'm not whipped, it's just decency."

He just smiles when he looks at me, everything about him is so calm and collected lately. It's insane how much he changed since he met Mila. It's still taking some time to get used to that. "Nah, dude. You're whipped."