OLIVIA"Hey," I say to the cab driver. "Can you take a different route? I've changed my plans."The cab driver nods, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. I give him a little smile and he smiles back before turning his attention back to the road.I let out a sigh of relief. He seems like a nice guy. At least, he is not the type of cab driver who will blame me for wasting their time and changing my plans.I give the driver directions to Nathan's house. I will just tip him extra. Look at me just trying to enjoy the moment, without worrying that I may go broke later.I blame Aiden freaking Blacksmith. Fuck him for inviting me out and then ditch me. Fuck him for not even trying to give me a ride after that. Fuck him. I'm so mad at him.I open the messenger app and see Nathan's last text. I know he is probably waiting for me to reply. What if I am just delusional? What if he doesn't even give a damn if I don't text back? Maybe, he is not even waiting for me to text back and has a

OLIVIANathan's lips press against mine. His hand slides to my waist, and he pulls me close. I can't ignore how my body fits against his.I kiss him back, and he sucks on my bottom lip. I do the same to him, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Nathan stops kissing me, and I lean back, his eyes locked on mine. The corners of his mouth curl into a bright smile. Before I can even return the smile, he leans in again for another kiss, this one even more passionate than the last. I notice how careful Nathan is being with his hand placement. His hand is just caressing my back, without going any further. Maybe, he is trying not to make me uncomfortable. I don't mind, though. I can't help but imagine that it is Aiden holding and kissing me instead. His hand would have been inside my top, if it were him.“ Ai… Nathan,” I mutter.Well deserved. My dumb ass shouldn't be fantasizing about the brown eyed devil while kissing someone else. Nathan's hand leaves my waist and he pulls away from t

OLIVIAMy eyebrows furrow. Is Aiden messing around with me? Is this some kind of joke? I re-read the message several things to make sure I hadn't misread it. I am not playing tricks on myself. The words are still there, staring back at me. He wanted me to leave the door unlocked, so he could come over.I don't believe it.Why would he want to come over? Shouldn't he be with my sister right now? He should be with Sarah, not coming over to see me. It doesn't make sense.I begin typing a response, my fingers flying over the keyboard in a blur. I hit ‘’ send ‘’ and watch the message go through. Me - What do you mean? Are you really coming? I see that the message icon turns blue indicating that he has seen it. I wait, but the typing indicator never appears. I stare at the screen, willing the three little dots to show up, but they never do.I wait for a few more minutes, thinking the network is preventing his message from reaching me, but still, I don't get any message from him. My eyel

OLIVIAGlancing away from his gaze, my focus shifts to the buckle of his belt. My fingers work quickly to loosen it, as if this is a normal thing to do. Once again, my eyes find him, feeling the weight of his gaze as I do. All I want to see is the emotions in his eyes. I know what I am doing, and I'm doing it anyway. Aiden has a blank look on his face, his face betrays nothing, leaving me to guess what's going on behind those honey brown eyes. I wish I could read his mind. I could only wish. I undo the button of his jeans and gently pull down the zipper. I watch as the denim falls away, revealing the thin fabric of his boxers beneath. I look back at him, but his face is still blank and his eyes don't give me any clue as to how he's feeling. Fine, I take that as a sign to go ahead. I bite my lip. Can I really do this? I've only ever read about or seen porn videos of others doing this, never done it myself. What if I make a fool of myself? Heaven knows I don't want to mess up. I

OLIVIAAiden pulls up in front of a building, and even from outside, it is clear that this is a club.The bright lights that outline the building and the booming music inside leave no doubt. And, let's not forget the people lingering around the entrance, most of them paired up by gender. Aiden turns to look at me, his gaze piercing into mine. It is as if he can see through me, into the fear I'm trying to hide. Instead of saying anything, he gets down of the car. I stay in my seat, taking deep breaths. My goal: to be prepared for the world outside. Before I can open the door, I see Aiden standing outside the door. He opens the door for me, offering his hand to help me out. Aiden opening the door for me. A perfect gentleman gesture or what? A line appears between my brows. This seems so strange. Aiden is not the kind of guy who would act like this, and everyone knows it. He is a jerk. So, what's his game here? I step out of the car, picking up my handbag as I do so. I wait for Aid