I’m in. I hold myself from chuckling out loud in front of the little brat. After so long, I finally have access to the one home I was forbidden from entering.
And Killian can’t do shit about it.
I cock my head to the side, looking at Hazel rant certain things I’m not interested in knowing. This girl should shut up already! I’m nice to her but I’m not that nice in reality. I’m nice because I have a reason to be but after seeing those photos of she and Killian together, every time I see her, I want to strangle her till that life of hers is gone.
But I can’t. I annoyingly can’t even though it’s frustrating not being able to.
“Want any snack? I can get some from the kitchen.” Hazel says. After a very tiresome conversation with her which was forced on my end, we decided to watch something together. Well, she decided, I’m just here to observe. I roll my eyes.
“Snack will do. A whole lot of it.” I say sweetly. Anything to get you away from me will do. Hazel drops the items in her hand on the sofa.
“Give me a second. I’ll be right back.”
I giggle. “Please, take your time.” On a more serious note, I mean it, she should. “I can be here all day!” I make myself comfortable on the sofa, laying with my back pressed on the long, soft seat and legs on the hand of the sofa, like I’m enjoying the coziness of this home. She brushes my words off with a wave of her hand and darts away. Phew, thank God.
I almost forgot how overly exhausting talking to teenagers are. She’s a good reminder. I put my legs down and proceed to stand. Maybe I can gaze at a thing or two. I’m never allowed to touch anything while Killian is around.
“Don’t even think of taking a step forward.” The deep, eerie voice caught me off guard. I jerk my head backward to see the person making my heart beat uncontrollably fast at this hour.
“Why, Killian, been watching me all along?.” I tilt my head up and a half grin forms on my face.
“You have a lot of nerve showing up here, Asami, especially since you’re the blogger.” His eyes pierce into my skin like blades. I am not going to falter.
“I’d love to see you try to stop me.” I say to him with a half grin. Deep down, I am panicking. How the fuck does he know?
My throat creases. I guess that’s the less of my problems right now.