Leah,
Friday.
"Did we come for a family dinner or to watch those two flirt?" Ivy whispered, eyeing our parents.
I followed her gaze. Across the table, my mother giggled at something my father said, her hand resting on his arm. I smiled and turned back to my sister, who wore a look of pure disgust. "Let them be, Ivy. This is the only time they get to see each other."
She raised her eyebrow, folding her arms. "Really. Is that what you think?"
"What do you mean?"
"I came home last month to a scene that will traumatise me for life... right in the living room! Buck naked! Both of them!" She emphasised the last words. "I can't unsee it, Leah."
"The fuck!" My eyes widened in shock.
"Yeah, these two old geezers are fucking each other behind our backs!"
I turned to face them. "Dad!" I screamed, startling both of them.
They jerked, like they have been caught doing something they shouldn't. I narrowed my eyes at my father, feeling betrayed. He was hooking up with his ex-wife behind my back while acting like he needed help. I thought we were a team. Unbelievable!
"What's the problem, sweetheart?" He asked, his eyes darting between me and Ivy confused.
"That's what I want to know, Mr. Carter," I said, my eyes still fixed on him, filled with silent accusations.
"Don't," Ivy whispered. "He got me my new car to keep it a secret."
"You..."
She placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed it hard. "They are adults, Leah. Save them some face."
More like I should help you keep your new car.
The waiter arrived, serving the food. I kept my eyes on my father, my glare unwavering, even as my plate was placed in front of me. He cleared his throat awkwardly, picking up his cutlery to eat.
"Eat your food, Leah," my mother said coming to her man's defence.
"Sure, Mrs. Carter." I narrowed my eyes at her too.
"What is wrong with your sister?" She turned to Ivy, who merely shrugged.
I was lifting a forkful of pasta to my lips when I felt a finger graze my bare arm, the scent of his cologne announcing his arrival before he spoke. "Good evening, Mr. Carter," he greeted my dad.
My heart hammered against my chest, the fork stopping midair, hands trembling as the colour drained from my face.
"Aiden Kingston," my father said, his voice tinged with barely concealed anger.
"What a lovely family you have here, Mr. Carter," he said, his hand sliding shamelessly onto my shoulder.
The fork slipped from my hand, clattering into the plate, and my mother looked at me concerned. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" She asked.
"Yes," I nodded, trying to pull away quietly from him but he held tight.
"Are you sure you are alright, doll?" He mocked his finger, moving to brush my hair behind my ear all of a sudden. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. "You look like you have seen a ghost." His voice dripped with amusement as he turned my face toward him.
A cold dread washed over me as our eyes met, his threat from the elevator echoing in my mind. His grin widened as his gaze dropped to my lips, lingering there, then slowly lifting back to my eyes. My lips tingled in memory of his kiss in the elevator, and I quickly looked away, my cheeks burning in shame.
My father slammed his hand onto the table, and I flinched. "I made it clear to you last time, she is..."
Aiden chuckled, a low sinster sound, that made me shiver. "Sorry about that, Mr. Carter. I don't take warnings seriously," he said, his voice deceptively calm. "In fact, they only make me want to cross the line even further."
My father's jaw tightened, his fist clenching on the table as if controlling himself from making a mistake. I could feel the tension from both men. It was thick, and the room felt like it was closing in on me.
"Micheal," my mother said softly, her hand resting on his arm. Her touch did little to ease the growing tension between the two men. Her touch usually did the magic, but today, my dad wasn't about to let the uninvited guest think he could just do as he pleased.
"Mr. Kingston," a voice called from behind me, interrupting the charged atmosphere, drawing Aiden's attention turning away from my father.
My heart skipped a beat when our eyes met again. He reached out, brushing his fingers against my cheek gently. "You look beautiful in red," he murmured, his eyes dropping to my lips again. A smile curled up his lips as he leaned down and whispered, "I will see you later, doll."
I exhaled shakily, my body trembling as I gripped the edge of the table. I didn't realise I was holding my breath the entire time until he left.
"Where did you two meet?" My father asked, his eyes searching mine.
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my racing heart. "Elevator," I replied, leaving the part about running into him at the car park. "It was the day he came to the company."
"Is he... a member of the Kingston family?" My mom's voice trembled in fear. My dad remained silent, looking away from her. "Micheal, he is part of a crime family! Why is someone like that interested in our daughter?"
The Kingston family. The biggest crime family ruling the underground in this city. We are talking guns, murders and every other illegal shit you can think of! Why didn't I think he was one of them?
I knew he was dangerous. I felt it in my guts the day we first crossed paths. He looked like a fucking gangster, but to think he was with the mafia?
My dad reached across the table, taking my hand in his, his grip firm. "You need to avoid him, honey. I know you might not have a reason to see him, but there is no telling what goes on in a mind like his."
"I-I will."
The rest of the meal was torture. This was a dinner I had been looking forward to all week, but his presence ruined everything.
"Drive home safely, sweetheart." My mom said, waving at me before my dad's car drove off.
The hairs on my arm stood on end, as a sudden unease settled in my guts. Turning around, I flinched slightly at the source of the unease. He stood, his hands buried in his pockets as he watched me through the glass doors of the restaurant.
A dark smile curled up his lips, and he gestured for me to come over. I clutched my purse tightly, turning away immediately, my heart pounding. I started to walk towards where I packed my car.
I could have sworn I saw him leave earlier.
A chill ran down my spine as I heard footsteps behind me. I glanced quickly over my shoulder, confirming my worst fears as I saw him with a wide grin stretching across his face as he stalked me, enjoying the way I scrambled away from him like a prey.
"I thought we agreed to meet later, doll," he taunted.
My pace quickened, my pulse racing as I fumbled inside my purse for my keys, fingers trembling.
Almost there, Leah. Just a few more steps. Once you get into the car, you will be safe.
Relief washed over me as I finally found the key, pressing the button. The car door clicked open, and I reached out, grasping the handle and pulling it slightly ajar when suddenly, a hand clamped down on the top from behind me.
A shudder ripped through me as I felt his presence, dangerously close.
"Were you running away from me, doll?" He whispered his voice laced with mocking amusement in my ear.
Leah,"Let go," my voice came out shaky, and that was not what I intended.He clicked his tongue, his breath hot on my neck. He was too close, invading my space. Too close that my body was reacting too much to his. "What about our date?"I yanked at the door, trying to pull it open. "Let go, I need to go home!" I yelled.He slammed the door shut with a force that made me jump, my back pressing against his chest. His nose grazed my skin, the hairs on my neck standing on end as he murmured, "Fuck, you smell nice."I tried to step away, but he gripped my hip, holding me firmly in place. "Stay still, doll." He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply."Get your filthy hands off me, you son of a bitch!" I screamed, my nails digging into his hand.He chuckled, his nails digging into my hip and I winced letting his hand go. "That hurts, doll. I thought we were close," he brushed his lips down my neck and I gasped, my skin tingling from where his lips had touched. "Especially after our kiss
Leah,I was yet to realize the gravity of the situation I was in. I didn't understand fully what it meant to attract the attention of Aiden Kingston, a caporegime of the Kingston family. The strongest crime family in the city.A man who was under one man and above many others. Normally, I wouldn't be searching online for him, but the situation called for a background check, and the news wasn't giving me much. Heck, the news didn't mention anything about them being a crime family!They had everyone starting from the politicians down to the police and business owners at their finger tips. So it wasn't surprising that there was no article about their illegal activities.The Kingston family ran a hotel, club, and casino business, but we all know that is not all it is. It was just a cover-up for their illegal business. I needed to know who I was dealing with and avoid him at all cost, but who would I ask. My parents would become suspicious if I asked about it.It was frustrating how on g
Leah,Liam: I won't be attending the wedding with you. Something urgent came up! Send my greetings to John. Love you ☺️I stared down at my phone as I reread the message. I should have known he was going to do this at the last moment! He even bought me a dress and acted like he was so excited about going for a social event with me.Maybe something urgent actually came up!I drove into the hotel where the reception was being held. The name 'Ceaser's ' was written in bold letters on the hotel. It was one of the biggest hotels in the city, and I should have done my research before coming. That way, I wouldn't be as shocked as I was when I ran into him.The valet, a young man with a charming smile, took the key from me as I got down from my car.As I walked through the hallway heading for the ballroom, I ran into one of my dad's business partner."Mrs. Carter," the man with grey hair called.He was with a younger woman who supported him by holding his arm."Mrs. Walsh," I corrected the ma
Aiden,She moaned, fisting the sheet as I thrust into her, hard and fast. Her eyes were shut tight, her breast bouncing in rhythm with each movement of my hips.My eyes roamed over her sweat-slick body. She was beautiful. So fucking beautiful with nothing on. Vulnerable, completely at my mercy, and mine to do with as I pleased. I could take her over and over again and it still wouldn't be enough. I leaned in, brushing the strands of hair that stuck to her face aside. Turning her face to mine, I kissed her. She parted her lips, allowing my tongue to slip inside and I deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth before trailing my lips down her neck. I nibbled on her skin and she whimpered, her body shivering under my touch.I traced a circle around a small mole on her breast with my tongue. "Third one," I murmured against her skin, before sucking and nibbling on her nipple, making her gasp as she arched off the bed.I thrust deeper, and she cried out, "Yes, right there," Her legs moved to wr
Leah,My phone lit up beside me on the bed, vibrating for the hundredth time. The room was dark, save for the brief, light that flashed each time a new notification came in, or the phone rang.I was curled up in a ball, hugging the pillow. Every muscle in my body ached, reminding me of last night. I wanted to forget. To pretend it didn't happen, but his touch lingered. My lips throbbed from his kiss, bruised and swollen. I had scrubbed myself in the shower, trying to wash it away, to erase his touch. But the water did nothing to quench the fire he had ignited within me. A fire that had been extinguished for so long I had forgotten it even existed.I pulled the pillow closer, my arm tightening around it. A sob escaped my lips, but no tears came. I had cried all my tears dry since I came back.I hated myself for how much I had wanted it, every forbidden second of it. I submitted to him willingly, allowing him to touch me in ways I hadn't been touched before. Shame coiled tightly in my st
Aiden,I didn't like giving excuses when I was given a job to do. He didn't say they must be brought to him alive, so it should have been easier. "I will give you a positive answer by next week.""Take your time, Aiden. I gave you two months after all. I know how much of a sly they are." He said. "I am sure you got a good number of them.""Yes,""Dominic here tells me you took two of his men hostage." The Don said, and I turned to Dominic, who was slicing me in bits with his eyes.I met his gaze head-on, and smirked tauting him for being a pussy. "I didn't take any of his men hostage.""You son of a bitch don't fucking mess with me," he snarled his nails digging into the arm of the cushion.How pathetic is he that he had to report me to the Don instead of coming to meet me personally? And besides, those two died a week ago."The only men I took were those that stole from me. I didn't think they had any connection to him." I explained. "Unless you had something to do with it, of cours
Leah,I clapped my hand over my mouth as I screamed into it, tears streaming down my eyes. I can't go home. Not after what I did. Not after betraying Liam.I know I am the worst. I know there isn't any justification for what I did. I feel ashamed of myself, and I don't know how to face him. What would he do if he saw me in this state? I can't even begin to imagine it.I was aware of my attraction to Aiden. I thought all I needed to do was fight it, avoid it, and I won't make a mistake. I underestimated how much my body craved his touch, and I gave in easily to lust. I didn't even put up a good fight. I just lay there while he touched me, only feeling guilty after the pleasure ended.My phone buzzed in my purse that lay on the passenger seat for the hundredth time. Each time it rang, my heart skipped a beat. What if it was Liam? I can't answer him.The traffic light turned green, and I drove mindlessly, finding myself on the familiar route towards my father's villa. That was the only pl
Leah,"He won't stay out for long," Matt assured me as he took the duffel bag I used to pack some of Liam's clothes from me. "He just needs time to sort things out."A tired smile stretched across my face as I nodded. It's been two weeks since he left home, and now he sends his friend to get some of his things. It doesn't seem to me like he plans on coming back soon. Then again, who am I to complain."You should call him." He suggested."I don't think that is a good idea." I said, remembering how angry he was that day. "Honestly, Leah, if you don't, he might stay out longer than either of you needs." He sighed. "Just give him a call. The least he can do is ignore you, right?""I will try calling him tonight." I finally said.He smiled at me, squeezing my arm. "I will make sure he picks, so don't worry.""Thank you, Matt. For everything."Later that night, I dialled his number. I bit my nail as I paced inside the room, my heart pounding against my chest as I waited for him to pick up.