OLIVIA“Do you know the kind of people I hate the most?” Those are the words that stumble out of Aiden's mouth, as I get into his car and sit down beside him. Aiden does not even spare me a glance, just keeps his eyes on the rearview mirror, or maybe on the road ahead. His car is still parked in front of my workplace, even though we have closed for the day. "No," I reply, shaking my head.How does he expect me to know the kind of people he hates? Is he drunk, or just rambling? I don't know anything about him, not even his birthday or his favorite color."Liars," Aiden blurts out. "I hate liars. They disgust me. They irritate me. I am not sure if it has to do with being lied to when I was younger, or something else."He pauses, letting his words hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "I don't see any reason why anyone would lie. It is just useless," My hands clench into fists on my lap, my eyelashes fluttering rapidly. He is talking about me. He was referring to the fac
OLIVIA"Did you hear what I said?" Aiden asks, giving my cheek a gentle tap.I place my hand over his, continuing to look him in the eyes.I can't blame him for the way he is trying to get my attention. I have been staring into his eyes, lost in thought ever since he said those words, as if I had not heard him at all.I am in shock, and my mind is completely blank. I can't think of anything to say, even though my tongue is burning with the desire to speak.All I want to do is keep staring into his eyes, which seems to draw me in like a magnet. “Olivia” Aiden utters.Okay, I like the effort he is making to get my attention. Despite the fact that I haven't spoken a word for several minutes, he does not appear the slightest bit stressed. Or maybe, he is just used to dealing with women who act this way. Maybe he has been through this with other women many times before, and knows exactly how to handle it. I feel a sickening feeling in my stomach. I hate the idea of other women shaping h
OLIVIA Aiden drives to the parking lot of his house, and his hand remains on my thigh the entire time.He no longer uses his thumb, but he would occasionally run his hand up and down my thigh, slowly and softly. Believe me when I say that I like what he is doing. How can I not like what he is doing, by the way? I won't mind if he does more. Aiden pulls the car to a stop, and his hand slides off my thigh. I hate that he has taken his hand away. It feels like a part of my skin is left cold and empty.I open the car door and step out, closing the door behind me. I shiver as the cold night air seeps through my thin dress. I wrap my arms around myself to ward off the chill. This dress has been like a blessing before, but now it is more of a curse. I regret wearing such a light dress at this moment. I walk over to where Aiden stands, looking up at him as if asking for a go-ahead to follow him inside. He meets my gaze. He reaches for my hand, and interlaces our fingers. With our hands
OLIVIAI gape at him, my mouth hanging open in shock."Sarah is coming here? Is it my sister? " I ask, barely managing to get the words out.I have to be sure I had heard him correctly. Is this really happening, or am I imagining things? I just hope it was the former."Who else would 'Sarah' be?" Aiden blurts out, shaking his head. A line appears between my brows. "Don't be an ass," I snap at him. "This is serious,” I add. "I am just saying," He says , holding up his hands. “It is your sister, you should know that."“Why is she coming here? What does she want?” I ramble, firing off questions after questions. I can't seem to wrap my head around it. Why would Sarah come here? What could she possibly want? Sarah coming here means that I am in trouble. I'm officially in trouble. “What are we going to do now?” I ask. “Relax,” He mumbles under his breath. “R…Relax?” I stammer. “ You are really telling me to relax when my sister is coming here. Do you even know what is on the line? D
There is nothing worse than a surprise math test in the morning, except perhaps having to walk down the hall and find yourself face to face with three girls, their eyes boring into you as if they can see right through you.You try to edge past them, but they block your way, standing shoulder to shoulder like a wall.I have put all that drama with Madison behind me. At least, that is what I think.After the whole drama at the restaurant me and her with my best friend. I figure things would go back to normal, and she would stop bothering me. But there she is, blocking my way in the hallway, early in the afternoon.What is she doing here, and what does she want from me? I have no idea, but my stomach drops at the thought of yet another confrontation.I hate drama, and everything that comes with it. I will do anything to avoid a drama. When it comes to other people's drama, I am only there with my ears and eyes. I am happy to be a passive observer, but when it comes to my own drama, I w
OLIVIAAiden's deep brown eyes rake over my body from head to toe. We stand so close that our chests were almost touching.I return his gaze, scanning him from head to toe too. I am not going to let him be the only one doing the looking.His hands are shoved in his pockets. He wears a pair of denim jeans and a white T-shirt with the inscription "I don't really give a flying fuck."Of course, what else do I expect from him? He is Aiden Blacksmith, after all, and he does not give a flying fuck.His brows furrow. "Where are you headed?" He probes, a puzzled look on his face."Nowhere," I reply, a deep crease forming between my brows."So, you were just dancing around the door for no reason?" He probes, giving me a "you are nuts" look.I lift my shoulder in a half shrug. "Are you here to question me or something?" I ask."No," He answers with a shake of his head."Then, mind your own business," I shoot back. "Your attitude is just so... cute sometimes," He mutters under his breath.I
OLIVIA"I want you more than anything," Aiden murmurs, his fingertips sliding beneath my shirt. "I want you, right now. I want to claim you."His words send shivers through me. Before I can say anything, he starts walking, his eyes still locked with mine. I cling to him, my hands pressed against his broad chest.I love how it feels to be so close to him. I am not sure if it is the feeling of his toned chest beneath my palms, or the scent of his cologne that makes my head spin. All I know is that I want to be close to him forever, to feel the warmth radiating from his body. It is like coming home.Finally, Aiden stops in front of a large desk in the corner of the room and sets me down on top of it. I look up at him, wondering what he has in store for me. I wish I can read his mind. I wish I can anticipate his next move. "I love the look on your face right now," He utters, his voice low and husky. "You look so innocent and pure, and all I can think about is how you are going to look w
OLIVIAI chew on my bottom lip, rereading the message on my phone for the millionth time that day.Is this real? Am I just imagining things again? Is my life turning into a clichéd high school romance novel?I look at the message once again, my eyes darting back and forth as I read every word.It is real. This is really happening.I cover my face with my hands, my cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson.Nathan is asking me out on a date. My crush fucking just asks me out on a date.Okay, let's make it official. I am the happiest person in the world at this moment. I doubt anyone else is as happy as I am right now. It is not just the fact that he asked out on a date that is important. It is the fact that he texted me about it. That is the bigger deal. Initially, I think he has forgotten about the date, since he has not mentioned it since the concert. But now that he has brought it up again, I am filled with butterflies in my stomach.It makes me feel like he finds me attractive. It