The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 82

At times like this, my life feels like a fairytale. Something out of a movie or a novel, leaving me to wonder how the hell did I get super lucky?

''Merci,'' I hear him utter to the receptionist before walking back towards me, grabbing onto my hand.

We both walk towards the elevator, entering it as soon as the doors open; leaving us inside with nobody else. ''So . . . that was a nice first date,'' I say with a little bit of sarcasm which causes him to laugh, shaking his head before pressing onto the button, the elevator moving up with me still staring at his smile.

''I hope you got a nice sleep,'' He replies as he looks at me.

I raise an eyebrow, ''Why?''

Just as the the elevator stops, we both turn to look at a couple entering—they have their hands entwined as they stand close to each other, not being bothered by our presence or if Aidan and I feel uncomfortable about public display of affection yet my eyes widen at the sight of them kissing each other, in front of us.

Aidan continues to smile as he looks down at his feet while I remain speechless, eyeing them endlessly—realising that their kisses are getting quite intense.

As soon as they arrive at their floor, they immediately walk out, leaving Aidan and I by ourselves again as I let out a breath of relief; causing me to lean against the wall, ''I'm definitely in the city of love,'' I say with a chuckle.

My eyes widen as soon as the doors open again, leaving me to see an unforgettable view; candles and petals of roses on the ground as a table for two in the middle is being highlighted by the amazing view of the Eiffel Tower. Just as I'm being mesmerised by the beauty of the city, I don't seem to realise just how Aidan is currently being mesmerised by the beauty beside of him, leaving me breathless.

We walk out of the elevator as I'm truly out of words.

''You . . . you did this?'' I ask, my eyes are tearing up as I look up at him, seeing him smiling down at me as both of his hands rest on my hips before one of his hands go up to caress the side of my face.

''Well, I planned it and I arranged but I didn't have time to exactly do it.'' He replies, our eyes are piercing deeply, ''I hope it's everything you ever wanted—I'm not very good at this but I hope I did good enough to make you smile.'' He adds.

''But this . . . all of this feels familiar,'' I mutter under my breath but loud enough for him to hear.

''You don't remember, do you?'' He asks as I frown, ''It's all from your bucket list, Kenna. The one you made when we were in high school—also, the one you threw away because you thought that it was hopeless and stupid. So far . . . you've completed five out of five.'' He continues to speak, leaving me to stare at him; not believing that the man in front of me was and is my best friend, the one who I've never guessed as someone romantic.