OLIVIA The first thing that comes to mind is to run into my room, lock the door behind me, and plug in my AirPods to listen to music, so I won't hear their voices. But, I can't. They've already seen me coming down the stairs. I don't have any choice but to stay. I stand on the stairs, my eyes fixed on Aiden and Sarah. I watch as Sarah wraps her hands around his neck, and he hugs her back as she pulls him closer to her so that there is barely any space between them. I bet she is going to smell like him after that hug. My eyes drop, and I catch sight of Aiden's hand placement. My insides tangle up, and I clench my hands into fists beside me. His hand is placed on her waist, the same hand that was holding me last night. I look up and meet his honey brown eyes. His gaze pierces into mine. I hate how his eye contact stirs up various emotions within me. I feel foolish. He's hugging someone right in front of me while maintaining eye contact with me, yet I still feel butterflies flutterin
OLIVIA I sit on the edge of the bed, sipping on orange juice. This will be the second glass of juice I've had today. I can't help it; I just realized how nice it tastes. I can't seem to get enough of the flavor. As I am about to gulp down another glass of juice, I hear giggles coming from my window. It is Sarah's voice. They haven't left yet. I stand up from the bed and walk to the window, parting the curtains. There they are, Sarah and Aiden in the parking lot. Sarah is grinning from ear to ear , looking up at Aiden with a glow in her eyes. God knows what they're talking about that has her so happy. My gaze shifts to Aiden. He has a smile on his face too, although not as bright as Sarah's. I don't know why that made me feel good inside; at least he's not as excited as my sister. What's wrong with me? Am I feeling jealous? Jealous of Aiden's friendship with my sister, or is it something more? I don't know what's wrong with me anymore. Sarah stands on her toes and runs her hands t
OLIVIAAiden is not here yet. I turn on my phone and check the time on the screen. It's exactly 9 pm, and Aiden Blacksmith hasn't shown up. I don't want to overthink things. I don't want to be bothered, but I can't help it. I should go home since he won't show up, but it's like my legs have failed me. I stand close to the parking lot of my restaurant, a part of me waiting for the familiar black car to stop beside me, the window to wind down, and honey brown eyes fixed on me, telling me to get into the car. Damn. Will that happen? Should I call him on the phone and ask if he's still coming? I shouldn't do that; it's a desperate move. But the jerk promised to come in the evening, and now it's closing hours, but he hasn't shown up. Why is Aiden messing with my mind? He should act right. Why can't I get a grip on myself too? I don't know how to act anymore when it comes to Aiden.I hear the sound of a car horn, and a black car stops in front of me. My heart skips a beat. He's here. Aide
AIDEN Olivia's lips part. “ You mean you want me to take your dick in your mouth?” I lean closer to her, my hand finding its way to her hair. I fondle it, my nose taking in the natural scent of her shampoo. Her hair feels so soft and silky in my hand; I could rake my fingers through them forever. Her eyes has a tiny sparkle in them, a mix of gold and hints of green. They look too innocent as they pierce into me, drawing me in. I don't know why her eyes do things to me, something I can't even explain. They make me want to stare into them forever. Her eyes, everything about her, unlocks something within me, something I've kept hidden for too long. It doesn't even make me want to do anything dirty with her right now. I just want to run into her arms and stay here for a while. I don't know why, all of a sudden, I feel like being vulnerable with her. I squeeze my eyes shut, my fingers leaving her hair. What's wrong with me? This is not like me. I know I'm into her, but it shouldn't b
OLIVIA The first thing I do when I wake up is pick up my phone. I remove the phone from do not disturb mode and go straight to my messages and calls. My eyelids drop. No message from Aiden. At least, he would have texted to ask if I got home safe or try to explain whatever was going on with him last night. But no messages or calls from him. That says it all. Before I went to sleep last night after I got home, I thought of everything. Maybe he didn't lie when he said he liked me. Maybe he really did like me. Maybe he really had a lot on his mind and was confused. I defended his actions in my mind. But now, I could tell that was not the case. Aiden Blacksmith didn't give a damn about me; he probably thought of me as just another random girl he decided to play with. But why? I thought he liked me. Was all of that for nothing? I can feel tears pricking my eyes. I try to sniffle back the tears. I can't cry. I shouldn't cry over him. But the more I think about it, the more I can't he
OLIVIAI swallow hard.I read the message again. The content of the message didn't change; it is the same. “I'm sorry, Hazel. Can we talk?”Fuck him. Aiden is such a fool! Who does he think he is? He thinks telling me a mere “sorry” and asking if we could talk would resolve everything? I need to know how he thinks, because this can't be real. What does he even think of me? A puppet who's foolishly obsessed with him and would always go back to him, no matter what happens. Maybe, he's right. I'm indeed a puppet who's foolishly obsessed with him.Fuck me. I'm so stupid.I cover my face with my palm, tears dripping from my eyes again. Funny how a part of me wants to hear what he has to say, a part of me wants to see him. But no, I'm not doing that. I'm so done with being his puppet.I hear my phone beep. Another message from him. I read his text.Aiden - I know I'm a piece of shit, but can you give me a chance to speak to you? You can decide not to give me a damn attention after this one
OLIVIAI wrap my arms over Aiden’s shoulders, I feel his arms encircle my waist, pulling me close. Our bodies press together, chests touching and I can feel his heart beating against mine. Since he is inches taller than me, I have to tilt my head up to rest it on his shoulder. He leans down, his face burying into my hair and his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. We hold each other like that, not moving. I feel so good in his arms. I don't want to let go. I just want to stay here, wrapped in his arms. Aiden removes his arms from my waist and pulls away from the hug. I let my arms slide away from his shoulders, and we stand there, looking into each other's eyes. I wonder what is going through his head as he stares at me. I feel like I'm melting into his gaze. He is not just looking at me; he's seeing me, gazing into my soul.His eyes dart away from me, and I follow his gaze as it lands on the bouquet of flowers on my bedside table. Oh, those flowers.I swallow hard. “I receiv
OLIVIA My eyelids flutter open, lifting my head from Aiden's well-chiseled chest to meet his piercing honey-brown eyes. "You're awake," Aiden says, a smile gracing his face. "Did you even sleep?" I ask. "No. I prefer watching you as you sleep," He replies. A smile forms on my lips as I rest my head back on his chest, my fingers tracing the lines and curves of his toned muscles. I can't help but admire them. "If you keep touching me like that, things might heat up," Aiden whispers. "What do you mean?" I tease, wanting to hear more of his voice that strikes a chord deep within me. "We're both naked on the bed right now. How about I fuck you until you can't even more?" He says in a low, husky voice. "I think I want that," I murmur. "We only have less than an hour before your sister returns," Aiden points out. I almost let out a hiss. Must he ruin the moment? I should say that out loud, but I stop myself from escalating things further. "How did you know?" I probe. "She went t