The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 64

''That won't be necessary, Flynn. I intend on being as busy as I can, today.'' I respond.

''Of course, Mr. Ashton.''

There's just something me and I wouldn't really know what it is but seeing the look on Kenna's face when she talked with Sam, that is still bugging me. The way she smiled, laughed and even grinned at the way he put his ways on flirting with her—how can she not see that coming?

He wasn't actually flirting with her. It was more of a kind gesture with a smile here and there while he was taking our order; he wasn't dumb enough to flirt with a married woman who appeared to be having breakfast with her husband. So . . . I might be angry for no reason, he was simply being nice.

What is this sudden feeling overcoming me?

''How long have you been married, Gerald?'' I ask, looking at the rear-view mirror to meet his eyes who was focusing on the road before glancing at mine for a couple seconds.

''Almost ten years,'' He replies with a smile. ''Why do you ask, Mr. Ashton?'' He questions.

I furrow my brows, ''Well . . . it concerns me. How do you keep up with the same person for ten years without wanting to just—well, without having issues,'' I continue to speak.

''I love her, Mr. Ashton. There's no one better for me out there than my wife, herself. We have issues, once in awhile but that's the beauty of marriage. You can't simply go on without arguing or fighting but one of you has got to give in, be the bigger person.'' He replies without hesitation, ''You would understand that soon, sir. The first five years are hard but it'll only get better,''

I stay still at my spot.

''What do you mean?'' I question.

He blinks a few times, ''You are married to the woman you love. You'll soon see why you would want to spend your whole life with her,'' He says while I remain quiet—just nodding my head as a respond.

Flynn and Gerald might be thinking that there is something going on with my marriage, perhaps from what they saw earlier but it was just me trying to ease myself.

It was stupid of me to ask about being with the same woman for a whole lot of years when I've been friends with Kenna and Dimitri for as long as I can remember—never once did I get bored or annoyed by them. They have always been there for me and I have always appreciated it.

Then again, I'd find the woman I love and it will all fall into place.

''When are you taking your cast off, Mr. Ashton? I'll set up a reminder on my phone. Also, you'd have monthly check-ups until you recover?'' Flynn asks after realising the awkwardness surrounding us.

''In eight weeks, the least. Hopefully I'll recover as soon as I can—a lot of things are limited to me at the moment. Yes . . . I'd appreciate that, Flynn.'' I reply and he nods, his lips slowly curving up into a smile for a few seconds while I turn to look out the window, enjoying the busy streets of New York.

I look away, remembering back of the memories in Texas—when we were practically making out in the lake and indulging in our own lustful thoughts when we were kissing intensely in our room, it was all clear and vivid but I can't just admit of it.

''Did you guys have sex?'' He asks, raising an eyebrow.

''Of course not. We just—we kissed,'' I reply as I think back of how the curves of her body was being explored by my hand as we both leaned in towards the kiss. The way my lips ran down her neck, smelling her scent and taking in the way she craved for more; that was something to me.

''And . . . ?'' He leans in for more.

''In front of no one! We kissed when we were alone and we wanted it to happen—we were both somehow and somewhat admitting to something we both agreed in the contract, no feelings attached and for some reason, I felt something. The way we kissed . . . it was more than just faking in front of people or pretending to be in love. It felt immensely seeping into my soul,'' I furrow my brows at ways of trying to explain it, not knowing whether it's got anything to do with my sober mind or just my own thoughts of playing games.

Dimitri looks at me without uttering a single word as he let out a sigh, ''Admit it, Aidan.''

''Admit what?'' I ask.

''You're slowly falling for her.''