ELENAI couldn’t move.My back was so stiff it felt like I had got steel rods inserted in it, and I was pretty sure someone put an iron ball into my head in the middle of the night.“Here.” Aiden placed a glass of water and a couple of pills on the nightstand.“Ow!” I stopped halfway sitting up. “My shoulders are hurting.”“Come here.” He wrapped his arms around me gently and eases me up. “Shhh,” he whispered, putting a pillow behind my back and leaning me against it. “All right?”“Fine,” I whispered unconvincingly. “What are these?” I took the pills and threw them into my mouth before he answered. I didn’t actually care—let’s be honest. “I guess it’s too early for vodka, huh?”Aiden took the glass of water with a smile. “Yeah, darlin’, way too early. You want breakfast?”“I don’t think I can get up yet.”“Good thing I already thought ahead, huh?” He kissed me lightly then disappeared. I stared at the open door until he reappeared with a tray in his hands.“What’s that?”“Breakfast.”
He sat still as my hips rocked against him. Again. Again. Again. Again. Over and over until my fingers entwined with his messy hair and he gripped my hips. Until his hips met my gentle thrusts. Until heat swamped my body, throbbing, pulsating, beating through me. Until he groaned my name into my ear and crushed our mouths together barely seconds later.Until I cum so hard tears streamed from my eyes.Until he pressed my face into his neck.Until he whispered my name, again and again.Until he wiped every salty tear from my cheeks before he wiped them from his chest.I smiled as Aiden walked off the stage to deafening applause from the crowd, grinning. He swept his arms around my waist, and I hugged his neck. The swelling on his eye had gone down, and the makeup girls did a great job of covering the bruising that was spread onto the side of his nose and his cheekbone.He touched his lips to my forehead and took the water Charlotte offered. Since Ajay briefed her on Martin and what happ
AIDENMom’s eyes roved over Elena. From the top of her head, across her beautiful face, down her pretty dress, to her pale pink toenails. She studied her, and Elema fidgeted under the scrutiny.“Mom.”“I’m just tryin’ to figure out if I’m dreamin’, son,” Mom replied, looking at me. “You brought a girl home?”“Who did what?” Dad asked, walking into the kitchen. He stopped. “Aiden? You brought a girl home?”“Well, she’s a girl, and she’s with me at home, so it looks that way, old man.”“Cocky little idiot,” Dad laughed. “Well, move over, Diana. Let me look at her.”“She’s not an art exhibition, guys.”“She’s real pretty, huh?” Mom said to Dad.“Sure is. What are you doin’ with my son, girl?” Dad roared at his own joke.Elena smiled. “I was coerced into it.”“Hey!”She directed her smile to me. “I kinda was.”“You don’t take his shit, do you?” Dad asked her. “He’s got a lot of shit to give.”“No, sir, I don’t, and if he tries, I give it back.”“Ahh, the family interrogation,” Chloe laugh
“Really, Aiden, you could get original with your dates.”“I took her for dinner already. I’m no fuckin’ Romeo,” I retorted.“Pretty good Casanova, though,” Elena admitted. “At least when you stop talking.”“Hey!” I tickled her sides and she giggled, slapping at my hands.“Lay off,” she managed through her laughter. “Can you pay yet? I’m led to believe I’ll get sex on the beach, dear boyfriend, and I don’t want to be disappointed.”“Boyfriend?” Tina sputtered, looking between us.I swiped my card and grinned.“Apparently class comes into play.” Elena shrugged, grabbed the grocery bags, and placed them in the cart. “It was nice meeting you . . .” She looked pointedly at Tina’s name tag. “Tina.”“Pleasure,” she snarled back.I buried my face in Elena’s hair, fighting my laughter. Shit. She’s got an attitude worse than I thought. Fuck. This chick can shoot any bitch down without even thinking about it.She shrugged me off her, grabbed the bags, then looked at the back gate expectantly. I
ELENAThe bed was cold when I rolled over. And empty. So empty, so cold. My hand patted the mattress for a ridiculous amount of time looking for Aiden. It took a minute, but I finally woke up enough to realize he just wasn’t in bed with me.I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Yawning, I rolled out of bed, grabbed my bag, and removed every inch of yesterday’s makeup from my face. I snag gedsome underwear, denim shorts, and a tank top from my bag, too, and get dressed. The house seemed quiet until I opened the bedroom door. A low murmur of voices traveled up the stairs, and I peeked into Conor’s open door to see if Chloe was inside. When I saw she wasn’t, I made my way down the curving stairs slowly.“I can’t fuckin’ believe it,” Titus growled.“Dollar!” Milka shouted.“Milka, why don’t you go play in the playhouse, baby?” Chloe asked. “Ask Pops for a cookie.”“Pops! Cookie!”“Cookies and house? Okay, Milka,” Diana said. “Pops is still out. Nana give you cookies.”A few moments of silence pass
Thank God I kept them all.I sat on the steps in front of the station and stared at the open driveway. Hopefully Chloe got my text and knew to pick me up. When it was obvious the interview was going to last longer than two hours, I told her to go home with Bray and told everyone what was happening. Besides, she had a little girl who picked up on things she couldn’t understand, and Milka needed her mama more than I did.A silver Ford pulled into the lot and parks. I watched as a dark-haired girl with legs up to her armpits climbed out and headed toward me.Leah.“Shit,” she said simply. “Is it me or is your ex a serious fuckin’ asswipe?”“It isn’t you.”“Thank fuck.” Leah sat next to me. “Aiden’s never been arrested before.”“I finally gave him a first.”“Whoa.” Leah leaned back. “Finally? He called me two hours ago flippin’ his fuckin’ head because what the hell was his girl doin’ in the station?” She raised her eyebrows. “So before he gets out and busts my ass, how about you get in m
AIDENAIDENI wished she’d let me go with her. She shouldn’t be going back to Los Angeles alone, especially not when I knew that motherfucker was there.She shouldn’t be fucking leaving me here while she goes to deal with this shit herself. That ain’t how it works. It was painfully damn obvious when her mom called that she didn’t give a shit about Elena—she was too caught up in believing that Martin was some perfect husband-to-be when in reality he wasn’t worth the bird shit on the roof of my dad’s car.And now my girl’s gotta go up there, listen to that crap, and try to walk away without being hit once again.Letting her do it alone was going against every goddamn instinct I possessed. She should be here with me, safe, or I should be there with her, making sure she’s safe. But, damn. The fact she was making me let her go was amazing and showed me who Elena Gilbert really was. Once upon a time, she could barely say boo to a goose without barricading herself into a barbed-wire cage for
ELENAI stared at my childhood home like it was a foreign country.I had no idea what I was going to find behind the front door. I had no idea if I’ll be welcome or not. Martin had always been a hero in my parents’ eyes. Hell, it was bad enough when they called and refused to believe anything I said.Now I knew it was because Martin went to them before the police. He could speak to them, charm them, and convince them that his words were the undisputable truth. He would have played up the poor-me card, just like he used to whenever he made an excuse up for hitting me.“But, babe, I’ve had a stressful day and I was expecting dinner when I walked in . . . You’re a woman. You should be able to boil potatoes right. It makes me angry when you make careless mistakes, you know that . . . You know we have company tonight. If you’d just cleaned the house, then I wouldn’t have gotten so mad . . .”I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he said to my parents.I swallowed hard, still staring at the