OLIVIAI heave a sigh of relief and I turn off the car engine. I have finally made it home. Now, I just need to figure out what has happened that my sister texted me like that, all caps and an exclamation mark. Something is definitely up. Before I step out of the car, I remember something. I have to text Aiden. He had asked me to let him know when I got home. I pull my phone from my bag and scroll through my messages to find Aiden's name.As soon as I find his name, I begin typing a message."Hey," I type. "I am home. How are you?"I pause, wondering if I should even be asking him that. But I hit “send” anyway.I swallow a lump down my throat. Should I wait for a text back or what? "Oh, Aiden," I mutter to myself.I nibble on my bottom lip, remembering the kiss we had shared. It kills me that we have to end our conversation because of my sister's text. "I've got a lot on my mind," Aiden's words flash in my memory. What is going on with him? There is always something botherin
OLIVIAMy heart pounds in my chest. Oh God, I hope it is not what I am thinking. I really hope that what Sarah had heard about me and Aiden is not what is on my mind.I don't want to have another fight with my sister. I know we would end up fighting, but I can't deal with it right now. I am too worn out to engage in a long conversation. Oh God, I hope it is not what I am afraid it is. “ Did you even hear what I said?” Sarah asks, snapping me out of my train of thoughts. I bite my tongue to stop myself from rolling my eyes. What is the point of asking me that now?I am already in a panic over what she had said, and now she is asking if I had heard her. Sometimes, Sarah does things that make you want to smack her. I take a deep breath, then let it out slowly. I can't let on that I am already freaking out. If I act like I am panicking, it will confirm whatever it is that Sarah had heard, even though I really hope that it is not what I am thinking. “ Yes, I heard you,” I say. “ Wh
AIDENI step into the building, taking in the cracked floors and faded floors. The place looks old and deserted, as if it has been abandoned for years. It does not seem like this kind of place would exist in this city - it is too civilized for that. But, isn't it true that every city has a dark side? Just like every beautiful person has a dark side to them. Is that really true, though? Does every beautiful person really have a dark side? Does Olivia? She is beautiful and pure, and it is hard to imagine her having any darkness within her. Fuck me. I should not be thinking about her now. This is no time to be distracted.I look around the building, noting the many rooms. It is like something out of a soap opera, the kind of soap opera that is about family drama, with enough bedrooms to accommodate an entire family. This building will make a great place to live, if it is not so run down and old. But, how has Marcel discovered this place? It is in the middle of nowhere, far from the
OLIVIAMy eyes slowly open, the bright sunlight streaming into my room. “Argh!” I mutter as I get up from the bed. I lean back against the headboard, feeling weak. I wonder what I had done to make my body ache like this. Yesterday had been such a long day. I drag myself up from the bed and walk into the bathroom. I turn on the tap and splash some cold water on my face, which feels refreshing. I decide to brush my teeth, too. When I finished, I walk back into my room. I take a deep breath. It is the weekend. I am not sure what to do. I don't have to go to work if I don't want to. I have told Mirabel about my schedule for these days, so I will get paid only when I come to work. I think that is better, as I can use this time to gather my thoughts and remain calm. My stomach grumbles, making such a long noise. That is what I get for skipping dinner last night. I didn't skip it on purpose though, but it was the best thing to do, since there was tension between my sister and me.
It feels like everything has stopped working, and my heart is pounding in my chest. The only thing I can focus on is reading the text on my phone while nibbling my bottom lip.I take a deep breath and exhale. I do this again, trying to regain control of my breathing. I need to calm down before I can get a grip on the thoughts racing through my head.After calming down, I sit at my desk and read the text again. As if I am seeing it for the first time, I check the name of the sender. And of course, it is him.It is Aiden.Why does just seeing his name make my heart pound in my chest? Why does Aiden always make me feel this way? I guess this time around, it has to do with the message. He wants to see me, either at his place or mine. But, why does he want to see me? He didn't even mention it yesterday, before I left. But I am not surprised. Aiden always does things in unexpected ways.What could he possibly be thinking before sending that message? Is he just messing with me? Obviously
OLIVIAI gaze out of the car window. I see the familiar houses and notice the silent street, I realize that the cab is almost at Aiden's house.Butterflies start fluttering in my stomach, and the corner of my mouth curls up into a lopsided smile.I can't help but smile. I can't help how excited I feel inside of me. Soon, I will be at Aiden's front door, and his brown eyes will meet mine, they will pierce through me, making me feel weak in the knees. Wait, what is happening to me? Why am I feeling this way? This is not the first time I have been to Aiden's house or seen him. Why do I feel this way?When it comes to Aiden, I act like I have never met him before. I act like I have never tasted his lips. I act like it is the first time we are meeting. I don't know why it is like this.I fish out my hand mirror from my purse, and check my face in the mirror. I also pull out my lip gloss, and apply it to my lips, still looking at myself in the mirror. I have become too girly these days.
OLIVIAStanding in front of me is Aiden fucking Blacksmith.Just him standing there is enough to make my eyes pop open and my mouth fall open, of course. I can't help it. I just don't know how to act normal around him. There he is, his chest bare and water dripping down from his hair. The only thing he is wearing is a pair of shorts.I look him up and down, my eyes taking in every detail. His hair is dripping wet. I almost want to run up to him and rake my fingers through it.I swallow hard, trying to get a grip on myself. I can't run up to him. He would think I am crazy. My eyes move lower, to his chest, where his pink nipples catch my eye.Why do they look good, though? It won't be bad to run my tongue over them. Oh damn, it is not a bad idea. My eyes move lower still."Olivia,"I look up sharply, cheeks burning. My tour of his smokin 'hot body has to end here.My hands ball into fists. I can't even bring myself to look him in the eyes. I keep my gaze fixed elsewhere. I am doing
OLIVIAMy mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. I can't speak. I gulp down a breath, trying to calm my nerves and clear my head.Is Aiden messing around with me, or is he being serious?Why would he want to take me out? What is his end game? What is going on in his head? Is everything okay with him? These questions spin through my mind, but I can't ask them all at once. I stand there, pressed against him, trying to organize my thoughts.Aiden presses his lips against mine, silencing the thoughts in my head for a moment. That is it. Whenever he touches me or kisses me, my thoughts will scatter like leaves in the wind. What a fool I am! He sucks on my lower lip, kissing me slowly. The kiss is different from the first one, it feels more like something borne out of desire, rather than his usual playing teasing.I know that the kiss means nothing to him. I know there is nothing romantic going on, but I can't help myself. He kisses me like he is madly in love, like he can't get