The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 61

Aidan

I gaze at myself in the mirror, staring at my reflection—seeing that I'm standing in a short-sleeved shirt and slacks; getting ready for work.

It annoys me slightly to oblige the fact that I can't be wearing any suits until I get my cast off, knowing that I won't be able to stride along the office's hallway in a suit and tie . . . I'll just have to dread onto the moment.

My eyes wander towards the figure standing near the door, both of her blue eyes looking directly at me; hesitating on whether she should enter or not.

''Need any help?'' She asks, clearing her throat.

''What kind of help are you offering?'' I ask back, my lips slowly curving into a smirk—realising that she's already tucking a strand of hair behind her ear in order to hide away the discomfort laid in her eyes.

She steps inside, ''Something about helping you get ready.''

My brown eyes are never looking away from her undeniably beautiful figure—it took me awhile to realise but now I won't stop admitting just how much her body shape is an ultimate goal. It'd be a lie if I say that I wouldn't go down on both knees just to worship her beauty when the time comes.

''How about helping me get unready?'' I wink as I turn to face her, seeing her cheeks redden immediately which causes me to smile—purposely running my index finger across her cheek and to her ear, tucking another strand of hair that slipped.

She looks up at my hair, seeing it messily in place before glancing down at my outfit. ''You seem to look perfectly fine for someone who did it with one hand,'' She says.

''I should've just stood naked and let you help me with the rest,'' I respond as she scoffs, letting me enjoy the moment. ''Remind me to do that next time . . . then, maybe we could see how perfectly fine we'd look after messing with each other?''

Her laughter erupts, ''What happened to that guy? The one who stood silently in this exact room—admitting to his hear of storms,'' The way her blue eyes are just staring deeply into mine without even bothered by my previous remarks; it's making me more and more comfortable to tease her.

''Perhaps . . . a beautiful woman came along to help him,'' I reply before lifting her chin up. ''She has always known as someone who has the charm or more likely, the beauty to make people forget about everything around them. Can't really say they were lying,'' I add, turning around to pick up my phone on my bed.

She smiles, ''You still have a few days off. Why do you want to go to work?''

''Look who's asking,'' I reply without glancing away from my phone; checking out the unread emails. ''I have a lot of unsettled things at the office—if I bother to just stay home and do nothing, can't have anything finished by then.''

''You can work from home. That's always an option for you,'' She says. ''Nora said you should be resting instead of working. Aren't you the slightest worried about your recovery?''

I stop scrolling to look up at her, ''I have a doctor as a wife and I trust that she can take care of me perfectly fine without me being worried. Besides, working from home is just another distraction when I see you walking around the house.'' My voice appears to tease her as she chuckles.