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
OLIVIA “ Who was your first kiss?” Sarah's question plays on a loop in my mind, just like a new song you can't stop listening to. Why would she ask such a thing, and in front of Aiden, no less? What is she trying to do? Is she on to something, or has she figured out what is going on between me and her best friend? Just the thought of Sarah finding out makes my heart skip a beat. No, that can't be the case. If she had figured it out, she would not be sitting here, playing games with Aiden and perched on his lap." Olivia!” Sarah yells my name, making me jolt of my thoughts. " What are you thinking about? Didn't you hear me asking you a question?” She asks.My eyelashes blink rapidly. " I told you about that the other day," I utter, not meeting her gaze. I raise my head to steal a glance at Aiden. As if on a cue, he looks up at me too, and we lock eyes. His deep brown eyes pierce into me."Don't worry," I say in my mind. "I didn't tell my sister about us."I can tell that is what
OLIVIA "Not again!" I cry out.I fight the urge to slam my fist against the steering wheel. That would only hurt me.But damn it, what is wrong with my car now? I have classes to get to, and I need to get there as soon as possible. But when I got in the car and tried to start the engine, the car just wouldn't turn over.I think I am in trouble.I get out of the car and look it over, even though I don't have a clue of what I am looking for. I start tapping my fingers on the phone I am holding, frustrated with the car. I can't take a cab, either. By the time one arrived, I would have been waiting for over half an hour. That would make me late for class. As I think about all this, I see Sarah walk out of the living room and head for her own car. My hands clench into fists. Should I go talk to her? What if she ignores me? She has been giving me the cold shoulder since I hit her across the face yesterday.Maybe I should go and meet her. But I need help, no matter what is going on b
OLIVIAMy mouth falls open. No, this is too tempting.If I scream, he will shove his dick in my mouth. Should I just scream and let him do it? I don't know how the thought of his dick in my mouth comes into my mind. Now, I find myself thinking about how his dick would feel in my mouth. What does it even look like? Long and veiny? Oh shit, where do all these dirty thoughts come from? When do I become this way?I have always known that I have a darker side, but not to this extent. Where is it all coming from? Even I am taken aback by how dirty my thoughts have become. What kind of spell does Aiden have over me, that he can make me shed my good girl image? "Good girl," Aiden murmurs, pulling me out of my thoughts.I look up at him through the rearview mirror, and his eyes meet mine for a few seconds. A corner of his mouth curls into a sly grin before he turns his attention back to the road."I like how you listen to me. You are so obedient," He adds. "That is what a good girl doe
OLIVIAI flinch when Aiden slams his fist on the steering wheel. That must have hurt. “ Are you deaf?” Aiden barks, his voice raised and sharp. I arch an eyebrow. What is with the sudden change in his tone? Is he messing around with me or what? But, the look in his eyes tells me he is not playing around. There is something going on with him. Something serious. I try to speak, but I can't find the right words. My voice catches in my throat. It seems like the right words are not in my head anymore.I just sit there, staring at him while his gaze still remains fixed straight ahead, not on the rearview mirror, but out the windshield. Aiden's head falls back to the steering wheel, and he clenches his fists on his thighs.I close my eyes, trying to piece together everything that has happened that day involving Aiden.I had called him and asked for a ride, and he had agreed. His tone and demeanor at the time were a far cry from what they are now.He had driven to my house. He had even fl
OLIVIAI shoot Aiden a deadly glare. Is he messing with me? Or does he actually mean it? Is he really telling me to cancel my date with Nathan? Or Is he just messing around like a class clown?"Excuse me," I say, needing to get past him to find my makeup, my foot wear and everything else I need for the date.Aiden raises an eyebrow. "Didn't you hear me?" He asks, his eyes boring into me.“ I heard you. I just don't think you are serious,” I say, holding his gaze without looking away. “ Now, will you allow me to pass?” “ No, I won't allow you to pass,” He states.“ Don't you dare mess around with me,” I snap. “ I am already annoyed with you. Don't make me more angry.” “ Are you sure you are really annoyed with me?” He asks. My eyebrows lift. What is he getting at? “ Yes, I am annoyed with you about what you did in your car,” I reply. “ And, trust me, I would be more annoyed if you don't let me pass.”“Oh,” Aiden mutters. “ You are annoyed with me, and you let me kiss you.” “ Fu