The Best Friend's Contract

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.

"You and your teases," She mutters.

Kenna won't stop looking at me as I continue to scroll down my mails before replying a few of them from important clients, realising that I've left them in the dark for the past days when I was in Dallas; not bothered to think about work.

"Let me drop you off at your office," She starts to speak up again, making me furrow my brows as I lift my head up-abruptly to stop typing.

"That won't be necessary. I'm calling Flynn and Gerald to pick me up," Just as I'm about to press onto the number on my dial pad, she has already taken the phone away from my grasps, making me sigh in disbelief.

She hides my phone away from view, "Flynn lives closer to the office and it would only make his drive longer than necessary. Besides, I'm here and the hospital is just one way from your office."

It's no doubt that I'll only be troubling Flynn or even Gerald when I call them to pick me up. They won't be bothered to give excuses but to think back to the amount of pressures I've been giving Flynn and sometimes Gerald, it's making me reconsider. Flynn has by far been the only assistant who can put up with me. He knows my pace, he knows where I put my things, he understands me most and he doesn't leave until I do; there's just something about his loyalty.

"Maybe, we can even grab breakfast on the way. A speedy recovery requires a sufficient amount of energy," She assures me.

"I don't want to be late," I

immediately respond but before I

can utter more, my stomach grumbles in hope of receiving attention; occupying me with

thoughts of delicious sandwel net

being consumed. "But... on second thought, breakfast sounds great." I clear my throat.

"Let's go, amigo." She pulls me out of my room.

'Did she just friendzone me in Spanish?' I thought to myself with a slight frown in between my brows, as she continues to grab onto my right hand before reaching out for her car keys where has been placed with my other car keys. We step inside the basement, heading straight towards her white Mercedes-Benz-parked beside my other cars.

As soon as we've entered the car, she starts the engine before glancing at my direction. "Put your seatbelt on, we don't want you breaking your other arm." She says as I turn to look at her, not expecting.

"Thanks for the reminder," I breathe

out, pulling onto the seatbelt using

my right hand; having minor difficulties. "Can't fucking wait for my bones to heal and take this cast off," + mumble under my breath but apparently, loud enough for her to hear.

To my surprise, she starts to lean in towards me, causing me to hold in my breath-the scent of her fragrance and shampoo hitting my senses, "For the sake of your life ina couple of months... try working on a few things on your own. There are certain things that you may need my help but if you're capable of doing them on your own, then it'd be best to do so." She says before looking up at me, not realising that our faces are already just inches apart.

A slight movement can lead to more.

Her blue eyes glance down at my lips for a short few seconds before looking back into my eyes as I stay still at my spot; mesmerised by the beautiful orbs in her eyes, seeing them as another part of the sky or more likely the galaxy. "Uh... as I was saying, safety first." She leans back to her seat, putting her own seatbelt.