The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 33

Kenna

''You've got to admit, that was funny.'' Dimitri says as soon as I enter the apartment, rolling my eyes but slowly curving my lips up into a smile. ''He was turning all red if you didn't show up,'' He adds before leaning his head back into laughters.

Remembering back of the way Noah started to get frustrated just by Dimitri's respond was quite funny, it'd be a lie to say that I wasn't slightly enjoying it because that was indeed worth it. No matter how hard he tried to convince him about seeing me, Dimitri kept on leading him on and trying to fool him into thinking there's no one named Kenna who lives here.

''When you come to think about it . . . yeah,'' I reply with soft chuckles escaping my lips as I make my way towards him, both still laughing.

Just as we continue to burst into laughters, Aidan appear from the kitchen with a frown plastered on his face; not quite understanding why both of us are red by trying to control ourselves from rolling on the floor. Then again, Dimitri and I are always the type to roll on the floor and slap each other's arms when we laugh.

''What's so funny?'' Aidan asks, raising an eyebrow.

Dimitri's eyes are tearing up, ''You should've seen the look on his face when I was convincing him that Kenna didn't live here. It was hilarious!'' He says before running his fingers through his thick dark hair as he clutch onto his stomach with his other hand.

''Who was he?'' He asks, again as he takes a few steps closer towards us. Both of his brown eyes landed on me who is currently trying to stand up straight from the amount of laughters and the slight pain in the stomach—leaving me breathe heavily.

''Bro, it was the ex-boyfriend. Alert, crazy stalker.'' Dimitri winks at Aidan, sending him a signal that I can barely comprehend.

''It was Noah and no, he was not being a crazy stalker. He came to congratulate and that's it. Dimitri is just making things up,'' I say with a smile on my smile, looking directly at Aidan who is still slightly confused but he nods, returning back the smile—making him head towards the back and take a few boxes before putting them near the front door.

''You can never trust the ex-boyfriend,'' Dimitri smirks.

''Why is that?'' I cross my arms as I raise an eyebrow, waiting for a respond.

''Oh . . . you know,'' He squints his eyes before looking at his nails, pretending to be blowing them. ''I'm just guessing that it's one of his tactics to try and win you back. Congratulating you and apologising so that when you have an argument with your one-year-husband, you'll be reminded of him and how nice he was,'' He pouts, making those puppy eyes.

''That would be true if he was the one who broke up with me but it was actually the other way around,'' I reply which causes his smirk to grow wider.

''Wow, you were a bitch. He did seem like a nice guy,'' He frowns.

Just like that, I grab onto the nearest object beside me which is one of my cushion pillows before throwing it directly towards his direction. It landed onto his face and the impact causes his body to lean backwards, making him touch the side of his cheek immediately, finding a tiny cut.

The tiny cut seems almost invisible unless someone pays a closer look but the look on his face shows how much he's surprised and left speechless. Both of his eyes widen at the stinging sensation on his cheek before grabbing onto the pillow and aiming it at me, landed straight onto the ground . . . nowhere near me.

''You're going down!'' He shouts before running towards me and with a groan, straggle me down onto the ground by hitting my body continuously with the same pillow.

''Why are you so heavy?!'' I shout at him, trying to push his body off of me but he seems to be planting himself onto the ground without making any movements. ''Man, are you trying to kill me or something? You're twice the weight of my car!'' I add, frustratingly.

''Wait, Kenna. Do you smell that?'' He mumbles near my ear as both of my arms fall down onto the ground before letting out a deep sigh. Even with a hard push or a kick, he might not want to move away—he'll just keep on leaving the whole weight of his body on top of mine.

''Smell what?'' I roll my eyes.

''A gentleman,'' He says before lifting his face and wink at me which causes me to smack his head, leaving him quickly sitting up straight—rubbing onto the exact spot.