The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 32

''Well, I'm sorry but my mouth is a savage. I can't stop it from saying hurtful things,'' I reply and heading straight towards the kitchen, clearing the kitchen counter from plates by keeping them in the cabinet.

Aidan, on the other hand, continues to laugh. ''That's the Kenna we both know and that's one of the reasons why we still love her, dearly. She's the only woman that can say that to you, Dimitri because believe me, other women would really take care of that fragile heart of yours in order to buy their expensive Prada handbags,'' He says.

''I hate how true that is,'' Dimitri takes a bite from an apple in the basket on the kitchen counter.

''Maybe . . . just maybe, I should find someone to have a serious relationship with. Someone who I'd want to get married and have cute little babies. A perfect mother for Brody and a perfect wife for me,'' He continues to talk which causes both Aidan and I to stare at one another in confusion, not expecting him to say anything that has to do with marriage.

He didn't exactly swear to not get married but after the pain he went through, it would be hard for him to go through it again. Even though he knows that women are not all the same but he must surely think of the possibilities of getting himself hurt is very much still there.

''That's a surprise, especially coming from you.'' I mutter.

''Yeah but that's just bullshit. I'm not going to find someone to have a serious relationship with or get married and have kids. That's not going to happen,'' He starts to chuckle. ''I'm happy with my current life and Brody, I don't need anyone else coming in and ruin the fun.'' He adds.

Like I said, it's too good to be true.

The doorbell starts to ring again, catching our attention. Just as I'm about to head towards the door, Dimitri has cut me to it. ''Let me go get the door,'' He says and starts to walk towards the living room and straight to the door, leaving me staring at him until he's out of sight.

My eyes wander to Aidan who is currently going through the pages of my favourite books. He has his eyebrows furrowed as he reads the words but there's just something more than just seeing him holding onto the book or reading it. It's the way his head buries down into the book and how focused he is on wanting to find out about the storyline.

''Is Kenna home?'' I hear a familiar voice which causes me to turn and make my way towards the front door, seeing Dimitri standing and talking to my ex-boyfriend, Noah.

''Who?'' Dimitri asks, quickly leaving me chuckle at his respond. Both of my arms are crossed, waiting for him to step aside and just call for me but he continues with the poker face and the confusion which cheers me up. It's always fun to see him fool around.

''Uh, Kenna . . . you know, Kenna Anne Roosevelt? Right, she just got married and she goes with Kenna Anne Ashton, now. Is she home?'' Noah asks, looking straight at a 'confused' Dimitri.

''That name doesn't really ring any bells,'' Dimitri replies, shaking his head and leaning the side of his body onto the wall, ''Are you sure that you're at the right place? Maybe, you got the wrong address. There's no Kenna here. Kenna Roosevelt or Kenna Ashton . . . never heard of those names,'' He continues to talk.

It's not just about how he responded but by the way his face plays a huge role. Anyone and I mean anyone, would believe him because you can't really seek for a single lie on his face. He seems to be telling the truth and even I would believe him if I were Noah.

''Yeah, this is her apartment. I'm sure I'm at the right place,'' Noah replies as he tries to peek inside but Dimitri's body avoids him from seeing anything, ''Are you sure? I used to be really close with her and . . . I'm sure she still lives here.'' He adds.

Dimitri pretends to think, ''No. I'm sorry,''

''That's unbelievable. That's her car,'' Noah says before pointing at my car near Aidan's car. Dimitri looks up at my car but he continues to furrow his eyebrows in confusion, not really understanding a word Noah just said—which causes me to control my laughters.

''Who's car?'' Dimitri asks.

''Kenna's car! That's her car,'' Noah lets out a deep, frustrated sigh. ''You know what? I'm just going to call her—'' He stops for awhile to look up at Dimitri, ''—but she changed her number.''

''Mmm, are you one of those guys that can't move on or a crazy stalker? You said so yourself that she's married but you're here looking for whoever she is. What was her name, again? I didn't quite catch it. Was it Kenya or Kanye?'' Dimitri asks, frowning.