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

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

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

OLIVIAI step out of the car, slamming the door so hard that the sound seems to echo. I swallow hard, knowing that I have done something stupid but I won't let that get to me. I look around, my eyes taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Where are we? Is this really the venue for our date? "There is no need to slam the door like that," Aiden says as he comes to stand beside me. I lift my shoulder in a half shrug, refusing to look at him. “ You can't tell me what to do. I can slam the car door if I want. Are you worried your car door will break?" I retort."No,” He replies. “ I am just worried you'll hurt your hand by slamming the door so hard.”“ I am fine, so leave me alone,” I blurt out. “ What's the matter with you?” Aiden demands.I fold my arms over my chest, fighting the urge to face him. I can feel the laughter bubbling up inside me, but I have to hold it in. This is not the right time to laugh. I am faking an act. I have to keep up the act. I am trying to act like I am m

OLIVIAMy lip quivers between my teeth, and I can feel my cheeks flush with color. I know I must look like a beetroot right now, but I am too wrapped up in the moment to mind. There is silence between us, the only sound I can hear is the chirping of birds and the rustle of the warm breeze through the trees.The warm breeze blows my hair, causing stray strands to fall over my face before being carried away by the wind.I swallow a gulp down my throat. His eyes are locked on mine, and I am starting to feel nervous again.I said I didn't care about keeping eye contact, but now it seems like I have butterflies in my stomach. I am so fucked."And, why are you not saying anything?" Aiden asks, his voice cutting through my thoughts.I give a half-hearted shrug, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my ear. "So, you really want to spend time alone with me?" I ask."Yes," He replies."Why?" I press."Do you really need me to answer that?" He shoots back. I send him a glare in response.