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.

He chuckles, ''What would you like for dinner?''

''If you ask me . . . there's a long list of what I want for dinner. Probably some chicken wings or if you're generous, might as well the whole grilled chicken. Then, maybe a few slices of baked potatoes, fries dipped in cheese . . . oh my god,'' Both of my hands are resting on my stomach as I imagine to be in food Heaven, eating different kind of food according to different cultures.

To my surprise, he starts to pinch my arm which causes me to flinch. He raises an eyebrow, ''Where did all the food go?'' Then, he places a hand on my stomach before slowly moving to my waist—leaving me hold in my breath, not wanting him to feel the existent fat.

''It's called food digestion?'' I smile.

''Aha!'' He exclaims as soon as he feels the fat on my stomach, leaving me slapping his hand away and pull up the biggest pout he has ever seen which causes him to laugh. My cheeks are beginning to heat up as they turn red—embarrassed by what he just did.

It's not like I'm embarrassed because I embrace my body as the way they are. No one is perfect but some can look near as perfect. I blame myself for not working out or spend my time at the gym for the past years to achieve a perfectly toned body but then again, I never regret eating all of those high-fat foods like fried chicken.

At times, I feel intimidated by his body because no matter how much time he spends at the office working, he would always have a lean and toned body. Yes, he goes to the gym for at least once a week to maintain a healthy and better-looking body and whenever he asks me to join him, I'd always give an excuse to stick out.

''You're cute when you're flustered,'' He leans near his car as I look up into his eyes, not expecting him to say that.

''I may not be skin and bones but my body is way better than the rest of the girls that you've ever dated except for Imara,'' I recall back the images of Imara, by far the most beautiful woman he has ever dated—with her dark skin and perfectly structured face, it was a shame to see him ending things with her. Not just that, her body was to die for!

''Mmm, first of all . . . I never dated. Second, Imara was alright but she was not my type. Sure, the first few weeks with her was fun—then again, it was just fun. Last but not least, I'm talking about you. Not the other girls I've been with. No matter how presentable they look in your eyes . . . you might as well take a closer look at yourself. They're nothing compare to you,'' He says which leaves me speechless before he starts to make his way towards the front door, taking more boxes to be placed in the trunk.