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Don't Fall For Mr. Hart The Trip
Aiden wasn't joking. The black Bentley parked by my building at 6 AM sharp. Feeling giddy and blushing, I rushed down the stairs, holding nothing but a purse. I decided to dress casually, choosing my favorite jeans and a pink fitted top. A BB cream, a tiny bit of mascara, and lip gloss were all I used for so-called makeup while my brown hair was tied in a less-than-neat ponytail. For the first time, I wasn't trying to impress him. I just wanted to be me.I left my worries in the apartment, promising myself that this weekend would be about having a good time, exploring, and giving my heart a chance to feel. Was it wise? Probably not, but I was too tired of trying not to feel. All I wanted was to give myself a chance—give Aiden and me a chance—but I also knew that I couldn't build a relationship on a lie…The voice of rationality thundered at the back of my head, telling me that I should consider the fact that the part of me that Aiden was fascinated by could have been the part that was
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart The Hardest Truth to Tell
It took a small eternity for my heart to stop pounding. We were in the air, sitting opposite each other, laughing, drinking champagne, and talking about the most trivial things. I thought that I would never calm down after Aiden's confession, but I did. I didn't know when or how, but he started talking about the weather. He told me that he always loved staring at the rain and that he used to count raindrops falling on the window. He said that it calmed him down. It was sunny, just a few innocent clouds as we crossed the sky, but his story made my eyes shift to the window and smile. I imagined Aiden as a child, standing by the window and counting raindrops. Somehow, that vision took away all the tension within me."I love snow," I blurted out suddenly. "Not in the summer, of course." I laughed, and so did he. "When I was a kid, we had our snowball fighting competition with my father and brother. It was the only game that I could defeat my brother, and it probably was the main reason wh
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Letting Go
Seconds passed in silence. I watched Aiden's features harden, his jaw clench, and his forearms expose veins because of tightening muscles. I wasn't breathing. I couldn't. I had never told anyone about what had happened except for my therapist and Emily… and Dad, but that was a different story. I had never told Bastian, even though I had known him forever. But I chose to tell Aiden, and now I could only pray that it wasn't a mistake… "Say something," I murmured, my voice trembling. "When did it happen?" he finally bit out. I swallowed. "A little over four years ago." "Did they catch him?" he strained through his teeth, his hands fisting into balls. I sucked in a shaky breath. "It… It was complicated." He spent a few heartbeats studying me, then let out a ragged breath. "You knew him, didn't you?" My chin dropped, then lifted on its own in an automatic nod. "He and Jackson used to be friends… or so I thought then." "Christ…" He dragged his fingers through his hair, his throat wor
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Mine
He wanted my heart. It felt surreal. Could this be true? He made it sound so honest, and I... I didn't think I could stop myself from falling. I was already deep—too deep—and it was scaring the hell out of me.We both took a shower, washed the salt off our bodies, and changed into fresh clothes. I put on another white dress with thin shoulder straps, but this one was straight and long with two slits on the sides to ease walking. It clung to my curves, highlighting all the right areas, almost like a nightgown pretending to be an appropriate daytime dress, but I didn't mind. The only person who was going to see me wearing it was Aiden. I heard a low growl rumbling in his chest as he saw me. That might have meant that he appreciated my choice of clothing…He wore a pair of cream-white linen pants and a half-unbuttoned, loose shirt. He took my hand and led me to the pool. "Wait here," he said before rushing inside the house and reappearing with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hand
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Back to Reality
I had never woken up in a man's arms. I had never slept in the same bed with the man I had sex with. I had never done anything reserved for those who were in an actual relationship. My first so-called relationship was as immature as two teenagers in love could be. We had sex only once, in a hotel where we didn't even stay for the night since we had to go back before his parents or my father found out that we were somewhere we shouldn't have been. Our second time was supposed to happen the night Jackson died. The news had gotten to me before I sneaked out of the house. My "relationship" sort of died that night as well. My boyfriend didn't show up at the funeral. A broken girlfriend was too much for him to handle. I was trying to keep myself together until the end of Jackson's killer's trial, but the unjust sentence did something my failed relationship couldn't. It turned the switch. I rebelled against everything. I drank, partied, and slept with a few guys that I truly shouldn't have.
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart The Ghosts of the Past
*TRIGGER WARNING* The third scene in this chapter contains a description of sexual and physical abuse."You need to be fucking kidding me!" Emily growled, striding back and forth through the length of my room.I sat on the bed with my legs curled up and my arms folded around my knees. I couldn't stop my body from trembling. I had taken an emergency sedative pill, one I had sworn not to use unless necessary. It was necessary now. Something that had been my personal trauma had a chance to become a publicly known fact. But worst of all, my rapist was now a victim… and I was a possible murder suspect."This is insanity!" Emily threw her hands in the air and walked another round of steps across the room. "Fortunately, your boyfriend can confirm your alibi and stop this madness."I shook my head. "I can't involve Aiden in all this."Emily stopped walking. Her head snapped in my direction. "Are you crazy?! Why the hell not?! He already knows everything, so what's the problem?!"I glared at h
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Protection
I woke up screaming. It took me more than two or three minutes to fully acknowledge that I was in my bed and my apartment, not inside my horror scene from four years ago. I dreamed about that night many times, but this time my dream was different. The gaps in my memory finally filled, presenting one detail that my brain had erased before, a detail that now caused my whole body to rattle. There was someone else in that room, someone I had forgotten. It was a man, possibly in his thirties, with short black hair and a scar…My scream brought Emily to her feet. I felt guilty for waking her up, but when I told her that I was all right and that she should go back to sleep, she replied, "Bullshit! I will wait until you calm down!"She lay down beside me on the bed, grabbed my hand, and tangled our fingers. Minutes passed, and my breathing rate finally slowed down. My pulse became less frantic, and my mind put my thoughts in order. I told Emily about my nightmare and about the new fragment I
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Relationship
I blinked a few times, processing Aiden's words. "Are you serious?"He chuckled. "Of course, I am. I thought that I made it clear before. I want us to be together. You don't want to?""I do, but—""Then is there anything wrong with what I said?" His brows rose, causing his blue eyes to become even bigger and more dangerously alluring. "People in a relationship are supposed to look after each other. I want to protect you. Besides, if the police decide to question you, I think I'm your alibi, am I not?" He smirked.I sighed. "You are right. People in a relationship should look after each other—""Glad that you agree.""—and that is why I don't think you should be near me... for now," I said and watched him frown. I pushed my hands against his chest, freeing myself from his embrace. "It's not that I don't want you close; believe me, I do. But for now, I am nobody, and you are Aiden Hart. The press in Philadelphia will be interested in this story because the one who died was the son of a
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