The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 55

Aidan

"Can you wear this for me?" Kenna asks, pointing at the blindfold on her hand which causes me to raise an eyebrow—slightly confused as she starts to smile.

"It's a blindfold," I reply before leaning back onto my seat, turning away from my laptop; trying to figure out what she's trying to door what she's probably thinking at the moment. The way her blue eyes are piercing directly into mine as she tries to hide her smile from growing wider . . . she's only making herself look suspicious. "Why do you want me to wear it?"

"Well, can't you just trust me?" She leans closer.

"No . . . I can't when you're acting suspiciously different." I answer, looking around the room to find if she's planning something but everything else looks normal to me. "Can you at least tell me why I have to wear it? Then, I might reconsider." I add, slowly.

She rolls her eyes, "I have a surprise, for you. Trust me," She places her hand on mine before slowly leaning closer towards me; our lips are inches apart as she puts the blindfold on, tying it behind my head—making me clench my jaw.

"Is it worth it?" I ask, my voice low.

"Consider it a worthy experience in Dallas," She replies with a light chuckle as she leans away, her hand slowly reaching onto mine before pulling me up from the seat—letting me stand up but not knowing where I'm heading, only following her and putting all of my trust in her as she leads me down the stairs.

As soon as I hear the birds chirping loudly and the wind blowing directly onto my skin, I instantly know that we're outside. My eyebrows furrow in confusion as she continues to pull onto my hand, leading the way—making me try to pay attention onto my other senses than only onto my sight which is currently being covered.

"Get in," I hear her say, making me frown.

"Get in?" I ask, confusingly.

Kenna laughs, "Get in the truck, silly." She replies before slowly pushing me inside, making me step inside and sit; without asking anymore questions because I know that she's not going to easily answer them.

"Okay . . . you just closed the door and now you're starting the truck. Are you leading me to my death?" I ask, chuckling a little bit at the end before running my fingers through my hair. Within seconds, I smell her cologne near me which causes me to turn my head to the side, only for the bridge of my nose to come into contact with her cheek.

"I'm just putting your seatbelt on," She mutters under her breath as I stay still, clenching my jaw at the fact that she's close—feeling her fingers running on my body as she pulls onto the seatbelt,locking it before leaning back to her seat, leaving me speechless.

'How can it felt really, intimate?′ I thought to myself.

"And, we're on the road." She speaks up, driving down the road while I stay still, not really knowing what to do or where to look.

"Where are we going, exactly? I mean . . . don't get me wrong, Kenna—I do trust you but I deserve to know where we're going. Any hints?" I ask, feeling a little bit curious about her sudden behaviour on wanting me to put the blindfold on, leading me towards the truck and currently driving me to someplace, I don't know where.

"I can't tell you, Aidan. You just have to be patient," She replies.

"You know that I'm not a very patient person," I mutter under my breath before letting out a deep sigh. "But . . . I'll try as long as it's worth it in the end, right?" I turn to look at her even though I can't really see her facial expressions.

"Absolutely," She replies.

A few minutes have passed as we both stay quiet, without uttering a single word while I try to figure out where we're heading instead of asking anymore questions.

This might also be a great opportunity for me to start testing my own patience—deep down, I'm trying hard not to just burst out and take the blindfold off but I have to trust my best friend . . . like how I've been trusting her for the past years.

"So . . . the anniversary party is tonight," I clear my throat, starting a conversation.

She stays quiet for a few seconds, "Yeah. When are we heading back to New York?" She asks, as I feel the car turning left.