The Best Friend's Contract

Aidan

Truth be told, when I walked in on Kenna, I didn't expect to see an angel. The way she stood there confidently in the red lingerie which complimented her tanned skin and highlight her long legs, she was a breathtaking sight. At first I was confused and almost mistaken her as a Victoria's Secret angel; if you get what I mean. By far the only thing that made me forget about the whole stress at work.

From the moment I stepped inside, I was trying hard not to make her notice how my knees were growing weak just by seeing her look back at me; maybe it was my consciousness that kept on reminding me to be sober because I would've never kept my hands away from her if I followed my own lustful thoughts.

My lips curve up into a smile as I take a bite of my pancake, remembering back about last night. Even though we had dinner afterwards, things were pretty awkward between us and somehow quiet because we didn't have much to say we were just trying to make the silence as our friend.

"Kenna, are you up yet?" I shout from the kitchen before walking out towards the hallway, gazing to her room; the door closed and not a single sound passing through which confuses me.

Kenna has never been the one to be late for anything, especially work. She might procrastinate here and there but being late for work is so unlike her, she's always punctual. That is one of the things I like about her; it's hard to find someone who can go through the same thing, everyday without complaining because as far as I've been with Kenna... she has not complained about her work but then again, she loves her job.

"Kenna... are you in there?" I ask, this time slower as I knock onto her bedroom door.

Sound of coughs are heard from inside the room, making me hold onto the doorknob, realising that it is unlocked as I push the door open; seeing her wrapped around in her comforter like a burrito as she frowns, her nose red and her eyes somehow swollen and a little bit teary.

I immediately make my way towards her before placing the back of my hand on her forehead, feeling a warm sensation creeping up my own skin; instantly making me realise that she's actually unwell. My hand goes down to feel underneath her jaw after pushing her hair away from her face-wiping away the prickling beads of sweat.

"Need... to get to work," She groans.

"You're not going anywhere," I reply before sighing, seeing her blue eyes are droopily piercing into my brown ones; they are red and somewhat tired and instantly, I feel a slight sympathy in my heart, knowing that she's never the one to care for herself even though she's good at caring about other people.

"I'm fine, Aidan." She coughs, "Just let me go to work. I have to get to the hospital," The way her voice sounded different than usual, it worries me; knowing that her throat must be sore and swollen, too... not just her eyes.

As soon as she sits up straight and starts to get off the bed, her body begins to lose balance; causing her to fall onto the ground but luckily I manage to grab her by the waist, stabilising her feet on the ground than letting her hurt other parts of her body from falling. "For god's sake, Kenna. Don't be stubborn and listen to me for once," I say before placing her onto the bed, letting her lay down; her eyes are closed shut and her eyebrows remain furrowed. "You have a fever. You can't force yourself," I add.

She groans again, "You don't understand. I have a lot of work to do,"

"I do understand and I'm also worried about your health. You need to know that it's my responsibility to take care of you-how can I just let you off to work when I know that you're not feeling okay? You need to rest," I unbutton my sleeves before rolling them up to my elbows, without looking away from her figure which has turned sideways due to the discomfort.

"You worry too much," She mumbles.

I press my lips into a thin line, "About you."

Within seconds, I'm already walking down the stairs to get a basin filled with cold water and a clean cloth before taking prescribed pills in the kitchen cabinet, making sure that she gets the exact dose for a speedy recovery.

Kenna took care of me when I still had the cast on my left arm, she cared for my health, my work and even my happiness while I was almost begging for my cast to be taken off earlier than decided. She was there for me and I want to be here for her.

"Siri, call Flynn." I turn towards my phone, seeing it light up before dialling Flynn's number; hearing it ringing for a few seconds as I put on my ear.

"Yes, Mr. Ashton? Is there anything that I can help you with?" He picks up the phone, causing me to stop moving all at once and focus onto the sound of his voice. "Mr. Ashton?" He calls out, again.

I clear my throat, "Kenna's not feeling well. I can't be at the office today-I certainly can't go through with the meetings. Can you forward them to tomorrow? Also, can you please send me those files that I was going through yesterday through email?" I ask, tapping onto the kitchen counter as I wait for his respond; hearing him typing off on the computer.

He stutters at first, "Are you sure, sir? You have a meeting with Mr. Otawaki at three and he has came all the way from Japan just to see you in order to confirm the final details about the tender. We might have a higher risk of losing it if you don't attend," He replies.

My mind wanders off to Mr.

Otawaki-the same man who

appears to be strict when it comes to work but at the same time, I can't help it knowing that Kenna needs me. Even though the meeting with Mr. Qtawaki is important... but Kenna is much more important to me. There's a risk of losing the tender but I can't just leave to tend for herself when she's just laying in bed with no strength at all to go through the day without me.

Besides, I'm also her husband; not just her best friend.

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"Yes, I'm sure. Send my sincerest apology for this unexpected matter to Mr. Otawaki and just call me if anything happens," I reply firmly, imagining Flynn taking notes before nodding his head; something he would do without even bothered to say otherwise, even if I'm making the wrong choices in life but sometimes, it's wiser to go with the most

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"Of course, Mr. Ashton. The files will be sent directly through email within five minutes. I also wish that Kenna would get better soon," He says in which I respond with a light chuckle before ending the call; placing it on the kitchen island. Then, I grab onto the basin and a clean cloth with the prescribed pills as I walk towards her room; seeing her still wrapped around in her comforter, soundly asleep. The way her hair is being tied up in a loose ponytail, it's quite a sight to see her as messy as this-she's always the type to dress up well and look pretty almost all of the time.

I place the basin and clean cloth on

the bed stand pushing her hair away from her face before tying them up into a neater but loose bun but as long as her hair stays away from her face; hopefully it'll make her feel much more comfortable. My eyes remain still onto her face, seeing her lips puckering to the front as she continues to sleep, unable to stay awake due to the fever.

My hand reaches out to grab the remote in order to raise the temperature in the room as I turn on the air purifier, wanting to make sure that she gets as comfortable as she can not even letting her shake anymore as the weather is getting colder because of the snow. "Mmm," She mumbles in her sleep.

I chuckle softly as I find it a little bit amusing before putting the clean cloth into the basin filled with cold water-then, placing it on her forehead, causing her eyes to squint at the sudden coldness before she turns to look at me.