The Best Friend's Contract

Kenna

My heartbeat's raising with every step I take as I keep on replaying the scene in my head, smiling to myself like a fool. It happened quickly and I can't help but confess that Aidan has own my heart in just as I've owned his.

I enter the hotel to see Dimitri standing in the middle of the grand lobby as he talks to someone unfamiliar yet I pay no further attention to the man in front of him; only to him as I quickly run towards him, causing him to turn as soon as he heard my voice calling out his name continuously.

"Dimitri!" I exclaim one more time before wrapping my arms around him, leaving him with a surprise as he wraps his arms around my waist. "You were right all along!" I grin, widely.

Both of his light eyes look at me in confusion, "I'm with a client, Kenna." He replies.

I turn to look at the man next to us as he has been staring at me all along, leaving me to gaze down at his clothes and up again at his features. Both of his light brown eyes would give off an exotic vibe yet there's something sweet about his smile. My hands are immediately dropped to my sides as I begin to clear my throat, "I'm sorry."

The unknown man-Dimitri's client, looks at me in surprise before smiling wider. "You don't have to be, Mrs. Ashton. It's actually a pleasure to meet you even though under informal circumstances," The way his voice smoothly escape his lips with his English accent, it has managed me to remain speechless.

My blue eyes won't look away from the mysterious yet very attractive man in front of me; no doubt he's more than just six foot tall, probably six foot two or three and his body fits perfectly onto his expensive Armani suit, leaving me staring at him in awe... assuring myself that he has this affect on anyone.

"You... know me?" I raise an eyebrow.

Dimitri cuts in, "I would like to apologise, Daniel. My friend here is a bit excited about a few things that might've happened and she couldn't contain the excitement. I hope you understand," He says in a more professional tone as the beautiful yet sexy stranger named Daniel continues to look at me, somehow eyeing my every features.

"No need to apologise. It's actually an honour to meet such a beautiful lady," Daniel says which causes me to blush, somehow not expecting him to be a gentleman.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

"I wouldn't call her a lady," Dimitri mutters, causing me to turn and glare at him.

Daniel, on the other hand, grabs onto my left hand with his before placing a peck at the back of it, "I'm Daniel Jonathan Murray but you can call me Daniel," He looks up into my eyes with adoration as I let out a breath of relief as soon as he lifts his lips away. "Kenna Anne Roosevelt-uh, Ashton." I stutter before clearing my throat, trying to hide away my embarrassment.

Daniel smiles, "You're a doctor, Mrs. Ashton?" As he gazes down at my white coat.

"Kenna's fine... and yes, I'm a neurologist." My reply seems to have surprised him as he nods, his lips curving up into a wider smile while I take my time to eye how his perfectly straight teeth highlights the rest of his nicely sharp features.

"A fine career for a very fine lady. Your husband must be a very lucky man," He smiles, again; leaving me to look up at Dimitri, not knowing whether I can stand being close to this attractive acquaintance in front of me.

"If you don't mind, Daniel... I would

like to speak with my friend, here for a little while I respond by pointing at Dimitri who seems to be smiling ever since I came in, putting on a perfect act in front of Daniel even though we both know that he's

going to smack the hell out of me or even try to throw me onto the

ground.

"Of course. Take your time," Daniel replies.

Just like that, I begin to pull onto Dimitri's hand as we both walk quickly towards the other side of the lobby near the staffs' pantry, "Whoa, slow down, cupcake. Are we doing cardio?" He asks.

I push him onto the seat before joining him, "We kissed yesterday." I exclaim, excitedly as I remember back of what happened yesterday; it was everything I had hoped to happen if he ever confessed or anyone ever said he loves me. He raises an eyebrow, "But, you guys kiss all the time?"

"Well...we kissed and he told me he loves me!" I grab onto both of his shoulders, my eyes piercing directly into his, showing him how excited I am about this whole thing.

"I already knew—I mean, whoa, how did that happen? He was in love with you this whole time?" He asks, eyeing me as I lean onto the seat, recalling back of whatever happened last night and try to put into words so it's easier for him to understand. Just like this: His brown eyes remain staring into my blue ones while I am left frozen and speechless at the same time yet for some unknown reasons, I feel undeniably complete. Complete to an extend of happiness where I feel like candies are falling from the sky and rainbows are appearing.

"I'm not saying this as your friend,

Kenna. I'm saying this as your husband and I'm saying that I'm in love with you. From the moment saw you walked down the aisle and from the moment we kissed, I knew I wasn't dreaming. I love you, Renna Anne." He continues to speak, his voice coming out softly and soothingly.

He glances down at my lips for a couple of seconds, "If you feel the same way towards me. Maybe, a little bit. I want you to tell me that this is not a one-sided thing. Tell me that it's not just me feeling these emotions when I'm with you. I want tooknow if you feel them, too." He adds.

I wrap my hands around his neck as my lips begin to curve up into a smile, "It took you a kiss for you to admit those feelings?" I ask, teasingly.

He chuckles, "Maybe... and even more kisses in the future." He leans in to kiss me near he lips as I smile, liking how his warmth is being mixed with mine in our embrace and how his lips are softly placed against my skin; it's reassuring.

I look into his eyes, "Today is your lucky day because the woman that you're in love with is in love with you, too." As soon as those words escaped my lips, he starts to smile wider before turning to a grin, leaving me to blush at the fact knowing that he's mesmerising my every feature. Just like that, he starts to pull me in for a hug, causing my feet to being lifted up from the ground as I let out chuckles, leaving him to twirl me around the room as if today is in fact, the best day of his life.

As he looks up at me, he starts to slowly place me back onto the ground with his smile never leaving his face as mine does the same. We're both drawn to each other's beauty and somehow, we're both drowning in this sea of love; where neither of us wants to be saved. "That was what happened," I turn to look at Dimitri again, seeing him staring at me with a frown.

He leans forward, "So... it's confirmed, then? What if you might hate the way he sleeps, the way he eats, the way he kisses or even the way he's looking at you?" He asks, eyes squinting.

I laugh slowly, "I've been with him long enough to know how he sleeps and eats and looks at me. So far, I like the way he kisses me. I don't think that's going to be an issue," I reply with a smile.