The Best Friend's Contract

Aidan
All eyes are on me.
Without sparing a single glance towards their direction, I stop near the information counter; realising that the receptionist has already eyed me from
afar as she fixes her hair, quickly asking her colleagues about her makeup and her hair.
''Hi,'' She smiles, her lips widening. ''How may I help you?'' She asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she stares deeply into my eyes,
causing me to smile back after clearing my throat; wanting to ease the discomfort.
''I'm actually here to see my fiancée,'' I reply and the smile on her face fades away immediately before turning to look at something behind me,
causing me to follow her gaze. My eyes landed on Kenna who has both of her hands shoved into her coat's pocket as she walks with her other two
colleagues, talking about a certain topic.
Within seconds, our eyes meet as she stops walking. Her two colleagues turn to look at me, their eyes widening in surprise before whispering to one
another. They pat onto Kenna's shoulder, gesturing for her to head towards me as she stands there and smile—leaving me chuckling.
''You've found her,'' The receptionist says, making me make my way towards Kenna. With every step I take, it is causing the other female doctors and
nurses to turn their heads, paying attention to us which is slightly surprising. Yet, I pay no attention to look away from Kenna, only letting them mutter
whispers as they silently yelp.
As soon as I'm close enough to her, her two colleagues are already trying to make themselves look presentable as they look at me with wide smiles
plastered onto their faces.
''We'll be going, Kenna. See you later,'' One of them says as she waves at me before quickly grabbing her friend's hand, leaving both Kenna and I,
together. My lips curve up into a smile as I chuckle, not expecting a reaction like that coming from the experienced doctors here.
Then again, there are a lot of young, educated and experienced doctors here.
''I don't mean to ruin the surprise but people really are staring at you,'' Kenna says as she leans closer towards me, whispering the words. As she
pulls herself back, I am already looking around at the people who has stopped to stare before quickly walking away, causing me to chuckle. ''I'm sure
you'll enjoy coming here more often,'' She adds.
''Mm, I wonder why? People don't stare at me too often,'' I reply sarcastically, smiling down at a laughing Kenna, trying her best to control herself from
bursting more into laughters to attract further attention.

''I'm not surprised,'' She replies. ''What are you doing here, Aidan? Don't you have work to do other than stalking me here at the hospital?'' She asks,
her blue eyes are already piercing deeply into mine—making me clear my throat.
Her gaze has never affected me much in the past. To be honest, her gaze has never affected me at all except for now or recently which is quite
surprising. For an unknown reason, the way her blue eyes just stares deeply into mine, sends shiver down my spin to an uncertain level. Maybe, I'm

overthinking about it or being too observant due to the amount of stress from work but . . . I can't tell.
''You're up for lunch? I need you to sign the contract,'' I answer, holding my car keys and phone on my left hand as I gesture for her to walk out of the
hospital and straight towards my car which is parked at the front.
She glances down at her wrist watch, ''Let's go. I'm free until three,'' She says and we both walk side to side, towards my car. Once we're getting
closer, I press the car keys to unlock the car before opening the door for her; leaving her chuckling as she gives me a flying-kiss.
''Thanks, baby.'' She winks.
My lips curve up into a smirk at her sudden role-play before closing the door and heading straight towards the driver's side, entering the car. After
starting the engine, I am already gripping onto the steering wheel and press down onto the gas pedal, causing my matte black Bugatti Chiron moving
forward in a fast pace.
''Where to?'' She asks, as she turns the volume up after choosing a song on my Spotify. My body eases at the sound of the music from Tove Lo. She
has always been one of my favourites because her voice causes my body to react in a way I can never comprehend.
There are a lot of other singers that I pay more attention to other than Tove Lo. My favourite singers are basically the same as Kenna's favourite
singers because we grew up together, we hear the same music, we jam to the same music during our car rides and we even karaoke to the same
music when we were teenagers.
''Choose a place because your wish is my command,'' I reply, faking a slight accent which causes both of us to chuckle as she says the name of her
favourite café which is no doubt . . . Café Lalo. Of course, she will start requesting for me to buy her lunch for a week because she has stated that as
one of her conditions but let's just hope she forgets about it, for now.
The car ride is filled with silence as she sings to the songs being played, enjoying herself. Kenna is always like this when she's riding in a car with me
—either she'll be the one driving or sitting in the passenger's seat, she will just sing to her heart's content. At times, I would join her.
''We're here,'' I mutter as I park the car, finding a good spot near the café.
We both step out of the car as we walk towards the café after pressing onto the lock button. Precautions are very needed here; there will never be too
much when it comes to safety.

As soon as we step inside, we are greeted by Samuel. The same Samuel who greeted us when I decided to tell Kenna about the whole marriage
contract. He smiles at us before pointing at an empty table, letting us take our seats as he walks away, tending to other customers.
''I couldn't sleep last night,'' She says, breaking the silence which causes me to look up at her face. Her brows are furrowed as she leans back on her
seat, ''Maybe because I was overthinking with the wedding or maybe I'm just not ready to lie to my parents,'' She continues to speak.
''But, they knew.'' I respond.
She nods her head, ''They do. Diana told them and they were happy,'' She looks out of the window. ''Anyone would be happy to find out that their
daughter is engaged to the most-trusted man they know who had grew up and spent time with their daughter ever since she was little,''
I let out a deep sigh, ''We've gone this far. There's no turning back from where we are,'' I reply, not trying to force her more into this but it's true. We've

told them about our engagement, there's no possibility in turning back from this except to continue on until the contract ends.
''I know, Aidan.'' She mutters, ''I don't intend to back off or end the contract because I know how much you want me to help. Don't worry, I'll be here till
the end.'' She adds.
We both stare at one another, letting the silence accompany us; only the sound of people talking and the smell of coffee ease us without the sound of
our voices. Without a doubt, one day . . . this will fire back but if we manage to keep it a secret to our graves, it'll be buried with us.
''May I take your order?'' Samuel asks, standing beside us as he holds onto his notepad. Then, all of a sudden, he starts to point out at Kenna's
engagement ring with a smile on his face, ''Congratulations. I heard,''
''I mean, everyone heard.'' He adds which causes me to look at Kenna who smiles, glancing up at my direction. Our engagement was widely
announced by the media, letting the whole world know that 'The Top 5 Hottest Bachelor' will indeed end his days of being a bachelor to become a
husband. Basically, Kenna is known as lucky by some.
''I should've noticed you were the 'Aidan Ashton' but I didn't . . . how stupid of me,'' He chuckles for awhile as she looks up at him, ''Well, ready to
order?'' He asks, again.
''The usual, Sam.'' She replies, making him write on his notepad before turning towards me, waiting for me to say my order but I can't keep my eyes
off of Kenna. Deep down, I know how much she hates for the engagement to be heard or found by the media because the look on her face shows it
all.
''Can you give us a minute?'' I ask, gesturing for him to walk away and just take Kenna's order to the counter. As soon as he has already walked
away, my eyes remain on my best friend who seems to be eyeing her newly-manicured nails, ''I didn't know . . . I'm sorry,'' I say.
''You're sorry? For what?'' She raises an eyebrow, purposely making me explain.

''For our engagement to be the topic of the week and probably the month. I didn't expect the media to find out about this because if I did, I would've
done something.'' I say before turning to look at the television on the wall, seeing my picture on the news.
''The well-known billionaire and CEO, Aidan Gabriel Ashton will soon end his title as one of the hottest bachelor. Recently proposed to his best friend,
Kenna Anne Roosevelt, daughter of John and Julia Roosevelt—heiress of J&J Finance. Rumours have been confirmed, Aidan had proposed during
her work hours, at the hospital as she is also a doctor.'' To my surprise, Kenna's picture is shown beside mine which causes me to turn and look at
her, both of her eyes are fixed on the screen.
''At least, I looked good in that picture.'' She says, smirking at me as she sighs. ''Look, it's not even your fault. You don't need to apologise for
something . . . out of your power because this is the media, we're talking about. They are capable of spreading lies or even news to anyone and I
should be the one to understand more about that,'' She continues to talk, ''They even called me an heiress,''
''You are an heiress,'' I state.
''No. I'm a doctor,'' She replies back, ''I help those who are in need instead of showing my face to gatherings and in hope to find myself a husband
who is worth at least millions before agree for marriage,'' She adds.
My lips curve up into a smile, ''Okay, you win. So, you're not mad about . . . the press?'' I ask, slowly.
She laughs out loud, catching other people's attention which causes me to quickly turn and smile at them as they utter whispers. ''Of course,
not! Dude, I'm in the news and on the front cover of magazines, how can I be mad? Yeah, I hate being the talk of the media but hey, I kind of like it.''
Her laughter slows down, making me chuckle, lightly.