The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 63

''Aidan Gabriel Ashton, twenty-six year old CEO of Empire, didn't know how to ride a bicycle as he fell learning it for the first time with his wife back in Dallas, Texas. Sounds gold,'' He continues to laugh, eyes squinting in tears of joy.

''Laugh all you want, man.''

He grins, ''That's what I'm doing!''

Sam appears beside us with a notepad in his hand, ''Alright, make I take your order?'' He asks, glancing at Kenna for a few times with a smile plastered on his face while Dimitri busies himself by going through the menus without being bothered by anything else around him.

As for me, I can't help but eye her—wanting to see if she's actually looking back at him and return the smile. Unfortunately for me, she can't stop smiling back at him.

Honestly, Sam has the looks. He's probably charming and he's nice; the perks of him trying to swoon Kenna off her feet are high. It appears that they were pretty close enough . . . knowing her to always come here, too. Perhaps, it's not just because of the delicious pastries.

Maybe, it's just me . . . hallucinating or being fairly uncomfortable but Kenna seems to be focusing onto the menu without glancing back at him. It eases me a little bit but I can't seem to find why I was off.

''I'd like a regular coffee on the go,'' Dimitri says after closing the menu.

''What about you, Kenna? Still dreading on whether you want to order your favourite sandwiches or try something new?'' He turns to smile at her, again as she chuckles.

''Hard decision,'' She mutters before looking up at me, ''What are you ordering?''

I blink a few times, ''Just . . . bread,''

The three of them turn to look at me, confused but Dimitri seems to have caught the look on my face as he smirks. ''Just bread? What kind of bread? We have a lot to choose from,'' Sam replies.

''The best you got,'' I answer before unlocking my phone, not liking the fact that Kenna seems comfortable being around him—I don't know if I'm being tested with the value of our friendship or if this is something more than that but I'm left scrolling over the same email for the past couple of minutes as they continue on their conversation.

''Yeah, I was in Dallas for the past week.'' She replies with a smile, ''Can't really take my mind off those delicious pastries,'' She adds.

''You can't really stay away from Café Lalo,'' He grins at her, writing down our orders on his notepad while I clench my jaw—controlling my breaths.

I clear my throat, ''Yeah . . . am I supposed to place those orders myself? I'm a bit famished,'' I say as I look up at him, seeing him nodding his head before smiling at Kenna—making his way towards the counter, placing our order.

''Someone's cranky,'' Dimitri mutters.

''He's supposed to do his job and tend to other customers than just simply starting an unneeded conversation. Besides, I have a lot of work to settle at the office and he was just wasting my time.'' I reply without looking at Kenna, knowing that she might sense something being wrong.

''He was just being nice,'' She cuts in.

''Too nice,'' I respond before locking my phone and completely ignoring them both.

As soon as our food came, I am left drinking onto my cup of hot coffee, faster than I intend and left trying to bear with the burning sensation in my mouth. ''Fuck, that's hot.'' I hiss.