I woke up the next morning in my room, still wearing the clothes I wore the previous night. Soft rays of sunlight streamed lazily through the window and just as I tried to sit up that was when I felt it – a sharp zing slicing through my head, I fell back to the bed immediately. I shut my eyes to ease off the pressure and then it slowly started coming back to me.
The previous night.
‘Teach me’ I remembered saying to Aiden before I had puked all over his shoes.
“Fuck!” I groaned internally. We had been roommates for barely twenty four hours and I had already embarrassed myself and puked on him. This is the reason I get bullied – I was always so clumsy and stupid. Well it was going to be okay, all I needed to do now was to avoid him at least just until I got a new place and then I would never have to see him again.
I stood up gently from the bed, putting some slippers on and I walked quietly out of the room. The house was quiet, I wish the air would still even further so I could listen for any sign of breathing. I tiptoes into the kitchen and opened the fridge to get some juice and just as I closed the fridge, he was standing right there with a slightly amused look.
“Shit, you scared me” I said clutching my chest.
He smirked, walked around me to the coffee pot on the stove. He was shirtless and wearing grey sweat pants and there was his dick print hanging right at my face, I fought the urge to stare. His bare chest glistened under the natural light in the kitchen, and I could see the tattoos running up his chest to his neck, and his back too, circling his well defined muscles and once again I struggled to keep my eyes anywhere from his neck down, staring at his face wasn’t an easy work either. Aiden had always looked like he was carved specially by God, I hated him but it didn’t change the fact that he was a stupid handsome sexy prick.
“About yesterday – ” I started nervously, still figuring out how to approach the subject “I’m sorry, I was stupid drunk, I didn’t mean to puke all over your shoes”
“Those were some limited editions – ”
“You bullied me throughout high school, I’m sure you can let this pass” I cut him short, pressing him with a cold hard stare.
“You’re never going to accept my apology will you?” he said back to me and I folded my hands across my chest, suddenly feeling bold and not letting his abs distract me.
“yea because I’m sorry is just going to wipe away the years of trauma you put me through”
Then he chuckled
“Oh please, what trauma? It was fun and games you know, everyone thought it was funny, stop clenching your butt so hard”
It was my turn to chuckle now “Funny?” I scoffed
“You thought stealing my clothes after p.e class was funny? Inviting me to parties that never existed and when I showed up I looked like a dumb stupid idiot, you thought that was funny? What about hiding roaches in my locker, that was funny too? – “
“Actually that wasn’t me – that was Rogers – remember Rogers? Big, tall – ”
“I remember Rogers” I said tightly, my lips wound together in silent annoyance. He just didn’t get it, he doesn’t get how much trauma he had put me in just because I was trying to fit in.
“You know what, you don’t get it and you’ll never will. If you still think doing all those things to me was funny, then I don’t think I can be your roommate. I’ll get a job and I’ll be out of here as soon as possible”
“Cheryl wait – ”
But I didn’t wait, I had knocked the juice bottle I held back into the fridge and I stormed out of the kitchen.
Later on, I had dressed up and managed to dust out my cv from wherever it was tucked in. I didn’t think I was ready for a big corporate job, I didn’t think I had the mental capacity at the moment to handle that kind of job. I wanted something to distract me, not suck me back into the unhappiness that was my life. So when I drove through town and I saw the ‘HIRES NEEDED’ sign in front of like a casino building, I parked the car and I went in.
It was a job for someone to register new customers and also help booking tickets, it was a whole bunch of stuff I didn’t understand at the beginning but it felt like the right fit for me at the moment. It was distracting enough and not too tasking to train me – so I got hired.
Later that evening, I dreaded going back to house, I dreaded running into Aiden after my outburst earlier that day. So when I drove into the driveway and I didn’t see his car parked, I breathed a sigh of relief. I could quickly eat dinner and slip into my room before he gets back home and maybe we could rally that dance for a few weeks until I get out of there. But just as I got down from the car, there was someone waiting at the door.
It was Marty. My ex husband.
Immediately he saw, his eyes widened.
“Marty? What are you – what are you doing here? How do you know I live here?”
“Your aunt – “
“Right” I rolled my eyes “Well you need to leave, I don’t want to see you. I don’t ever want to see you again in my life Marty”
“so what now? You’re just going to throw everything we’ve had away?”
“We’ve had nothing but you cheating on me the whole time – you had a p**n account for crying out loud”
“Well it’s not my fault you were so dull in bed” he said suddenly, catching me off guard and I gasped. His words felt like a knife to my chest, just searing in and tearing me apart.
“I mean I love you, you’re so nice and sweet but that’s just it with you. There’s no fire, no spark, you never want to do anything fun, you never want to try out any other sex position other than missionary”
Knife searing in deeper. Tears stung my eyes, it was painful.
“well then why don’t you go do whatever it is that gives you fire and spark and just leave me the fuck alone”
“Cheryl?” someone said suddenly, and when I turned around it was Aiden.
“Hey darling” he said all of sudden and walked up to me, his sliding over my waist and drawing me into his arms in a warm embrace.
“Just go with it” he whispered to me.
Then, he held my face tenderly, soft thumb caressing my skin and he pulled my face closer and kissed me.
It was a short kiss, but my belly tingled. His lips were as soft as the cloud and it ignited me. I was surprised, but now there was something else.“Cheryl – who’s this?” Marty’s voice came through, his face now puzzled and contorted in confusion.“Aiden Scott, I don’t think we’ve met” Aiden said instead with a steady smile and offering his hands for a handshake which Marty did not take by the way. “Cheryl’s my girlfriend”I nearly choked on my spit, but I managed to keep my cool but only because I was enjoying the look on Marty’s face.“That’s not possible, she’s married to me”“Not anymore as I presume” Aiden said “Last I checked, you starred in a truckload of porn movies, nobody wants to stay married to that”I chuckled silently.“Cheryl is this true?” Marty looked at me now, the panic and anger in his eyes brought instant satisfaction to my stomach and I wanted nothing more than to strike him further, I wanted him to feel a portion of what he put me through, stumbling on those vid
CHERYL’S POVThe next morning I woke up with a slight headache after I had nearly stayed up the whole night drinking beer with Aiden and suddenly I didn’t hate him anymore, the kiss somehow had cushioned the rippling hatred I had felt towards him. It didn’t feel like the air had been sucked from lungs anytime I was in the same room with him and all the memories of the pranks he pulled at me in school weren’t rushing to my head to knock me off my feet. The kiss had definitely played a big factor in my shift of feelings towards Aiden, it replayed in my mind a dozen times since my eyes popped open, the softness of his lips, plump and pink met with the awkwardness, unsuspecting lips of mine. It had definitely caught me off guard, knocked the wind out of the air that it felt stuffy outside. I didn’t expect the raspberry taste of his mouth, I would have expected something more pepper minty, whiskey like or coffee even but not something so sweet – so delicious that I wanted more – I wanted
The moment Damon Bass locked eyes with me from across the bar, I felt the air shift. Not the fun, flirty kind of shift you get when someone cute notices you. No, this was the kind that makes your stomach flip like you’ve swallowed a live fish. Naturally, I did the only logical thing: I spun around so fast I might have given myself whiplash and stared at Aiden, desperate for a distraction.Aiden, of course, noticed. He noticed everything. His eyes narrowed slightly, his lips curving into a knowing smirk as he leaned back against his chair. "You like him, huh?"I scoffed so hard I nearly inhaled my drink. "No, I don’t. I think he’s a client from work. Not just a regular, though. A VIP. And he’s… odd.""Odd?" Aiden tilted his head, feigning interest."Yes. Odd. Like… mysterious. You know, the kind of odd that’s unsettling and fascinating at the same time." I was rambling. Of course I was rambling. "And I might have shaken his hand when he was just asking for his ID back, which was awkwar
Here’s the corrected version of your chapter, focusing on typos, tense consistency, and minor grammatical issues:I was lucky enough not to wake up with a hangover the next day, but I could still feel the slight twinge of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks as I remembered the whole encounter with Damon Bass. His dirty smirk, laced with amusement as I fell onto his lap, was stuck in my head like a bad song. I threw my legs out of bed anyway and headed to the bathroom to shower, trying to scrub the memory out of my mind and hoping I’d never run into him again—or, by some special grace, that he never came to the casino.I dressed quickly, throwing my hair into a sleek ponytail, grabbing my jacket, and heading out of the room when I ran into Aiden, who was also stepping out of his room. The difference was that I was fully dressed for work, while he was shirtless, fresh out of bed, with wicked bed hair. Only then did I fully notice the roundness of his muscles, hard and smooth, his skin s
When I pulled into the driveway, Aiden’s car was already there, as usual. The sight was becoming a routine—his sleek black beast parked like it owned the place. Maybe it did. And maybe I was just the guest who kept forgetting he owned the place. As I stepped inside, the smell hit me first—garlic, tomatoes, something savory—and then I saw him.There he was, standing in the kitchen, shirtless, of course, because apparently, shirts were for losers. He had one hand on a pot and the other holding a wooden spoon like some culinary Picasso. A glass of wine sat on the counter, perfectly untouched, like a model in a photo shoot.“Are you… cooking?” I said, announcing myself like an emcee at a circus. Aiden turned to face me, a small smile tugging at his lips but never quite reaching his eyes. Something was off, and my “what’s-wrong-now” radar beeped quietly in the background.“I had never in my life imagined I’d see you, Aiden Scott, cooking anything,” I added, inching closer. “Shirtless, for
The sharp trill of my phone was a lifeline—a loud, obnoxious escape from the trap I’d willingly walked into. I glanced from Aiden—all shirtless glory and smirking confidence—to the phone screen. Damon Bass. Of course. My timing for chaotic events was impeccable.Relief coursed through me as I clicked the phone open, stepping back to put some much-needed space between us. “Cheryl Taylor,” Damon’s husky voice filled my ear, smooth and commanding as ever. “Why haven’t you sent me your address yet?”I hesitated, glancing at Aiden, who was now leaning casually against the counter, arms crossed, his curiosity unmistakable. Clearing my throat, I tried to mask the surprise from my voice. “I didn’t think I was supposed to send it immediately. The date’s tomorrow, isn’t it?”Damon huffed, a sound of pure frustration. “I need you to send it to me right now.”“Yes, fine…” I started but stopped mid-sentence. A strange sense of defiance bubbled up inside me. Why did I have to do what he said? He wa
Cheryl’s POVIf I were to write an autobiography, the opening chapter would probably start with this very moment—standing in front of the mirror in my shorts that stopped mid-thigh and the prettiest top I owned, debating whether to apply a coat of lip gloss or just accept my fate as the human embodiment of “meh.” Spoiler alert: I skipped the gloss. Not because I didn’t want to look nice, but because Aiden’s deep, gravelly voice had called out my name from downstairs, and I panicked.By the time I grabbed my bag and made it out of the room, Aiden was already halfway out the door, car keys jingling in his hand like he was a game show host and those keys were the grand prize.“Where are you going with those?” I asked, pointing at the keys, my voice sharp enough to make him pause mid-step.He turned back with a confused look, holding up the keys like they explained everything. “Uh, these? The car? We’re driving.”I arched a brow. “We’re going to talk to homeless people about your mother,
If I woke up one day to find out my parents weren’t actually my parents, I’d probably have a mental breakdown before breakfast. So as Aiden and I trudged along the street, his expression a mix of heartbreak and confusion, I couldn’t begin to imagine how he felt. I mean, how do you process that kind of existential whiplash? The fact that he wasn’t screaming or throwing things into the nearest trash can was impressive—or maybe worrying. Probably both.The sun was sinking lower in the sky, painting everything in hues of orange and pink, which would’ve been romantic if I weren’t walking beside a man who had just learned that his mom wasn’t who she seemed. Add to that the fact I had a date with Damon Bass in two hours—a date that was rapidly losing its appeal with each passing minute.I stole a glance at Aiden. He looked... distant. His gaze was somewhere far away, maybe lost in a memory or trying to untangle the mess the day had dumped on him. I thought about saying something—offering a p
CherylThe hospital air felt suffocating.I stepped out of the room, exhaling a breath I hadn't even realized I was holding, pressing a hand to my chest like I could physically loosen the tight, inexplicable knot forming there.It made no sense.Why did it feel like I was the one left behind?Aiden hadn't looked at me once. Not when he spoke to Molly. Not when he walked out. Not even when I left the room. I could have been a ghost, and it wouldn’t have made a difference.I let out a bitter chuckle. He didn’t need me.And I wasn’t sure why that hurt.The vibration of my phone startled me, dragging me out of my ridiculous thoughts. I pulled it out of my pocket, and Damon’s name flashed across the screen.I hesitated.I had texted him earlier that there was an emergency, but I hadn’t told him the emergency was Aiden. I let the call ring out, waiting for it to go to voicemail.Seconds later, my screen lit up with a message."I found a place for you."My fingers hovered over the keyboard,
AidenHospitals had a way of making you feel like a kid again.Like you were small. Like you didn’t belong. Like every bad memory you ever tried to bury clawed its way up to remind you that you weren’t as grown as you pretended to be.I moved through the lobby with long, purposeful strides, the fluorescent lights overhead buzzing like an unwanted thought in the back of my mind. I could hear Anika’s heels clicking against the tile behind me, but I barely registered it. My focus was on one thing and one thing only.Her.She was here. She was alive.And she was dying.The irony wasn’t lost on me.I barely noticed the people around me, barely noticed the nurses bustling from one side of the room to another, barely noticed the smell of antiseptic clogging my nostrils. But then, I noticed her.Cheryl.She stood near the waiting area, arms wrapped around herself, her body slightly hunched forward like she wanted to fold into herself and disappear. The second she looked up and locked eyes wit
CherylI was already late.Like, ridiculously, embarrassingly late. Damon who was both my boss and somehow a lover was going to have my head, but in my defense, it wasn’t entirely my fault. Okay, maybe it was. Just a little. But what was I supposed to do? The second I left that stupid insurance building, my brain had started spiraling.Had Aiden gotten the message? Had he even seen it yet? Was he going to call me? Was he going to ask me to come with him?Did I want him to?Of course, I did.And that was the problem.The tension between us wasn’t something you could just wave off. It was heavy, electric, the kind that wrapped itself around your throat, making it impossible to breathe. The kind of thing neither of us ever acknowledged, even though it crackled in the air every time we were near each other.So, instead of driving straight to work like a responsible adult, I stopped at a café to grab a sugary drink and tame the ridiculous rush in my head. Caffeine would’ve just made things
Aiden's POVThe moment I stepped into my office, the heavy silence greeted me first. It was the kind that pressed down, thick and oppressive, like the weight of the past refusing to stay buried. I swallowed it down, forcing my focus on the only thing that could keep me sane—work.Numbers. Contracts. Emails. Anything to drown out the thoughts clawing at the back of my mind.But then I saw her.Anika.She was sitting on the couch near the floor-to-ceiling windows, legs crossed at the knee, a picture of effortless confidence. She didn't glance up right away. No, she made sure I saw her first. Her lips parted slightly, her jaw moving slow and deliberate as she chewed her gum, the glossy pink sheen of it catching the morning light. Then, with an almost practiced sensuality, she blew a bubble, holding my gaze as it popped.My grip tightened around the handle of my briefcase.I hadn’t invited her here.Hell, I hadn’t even seen her since the benefit that night. Hadn’t texted. Hadn’t called. A
CHERYL'S POVI woke up to a house of blessed silence.No awkward run-ins. No tense, unsaid words hanging in the air like ghosts. No Aiden.I took a deep breath, inhaling the relief like it was freshly brewed coffee. The air had been thick ever since last night—ever since I dropped the bomb that I was moving out. If tension could be bottled and sold, our apartment could’ve been a freaking factory.And let’s not talk about the fact that after I thought he had disappeared into his room—with that blonde he dragged home—I had gotten up for a glass of water and almost face-planted into him in the dimly lit kitchen.Talk about bad luck.There we were, standing in a painfully awkward silence. Him, grabbing a juice carton. Me, clutching my glass of water like it was my emotional support beverage. I could barely meet his eyes, and he didn’t even try to say something stupid, which somehow made it worse. I should have just abandoned the water and walked right out, but nooo, I stood there, like an
Aiden’s POV"I’m moving out."The words hung in the air like cigarette smoke, thick and suffocating.I didn’t say anything at first. I just stood there, staring at Cheryl as my mind tried to process what the hell she’d just said. There was an odd feeling in my chest—a twinge, small but sharp, like the moment you realize you left something important behind but can’t remember where.I turned slightly to the blonde still clinging to my arm, barely registering her presence now. She looked up at me with big, expectant eyes, but I wasn’t in the mood.“Give us a minute,” I murmured, barely sparing her a glance.She huffed, clearly annoyed, but still unlatched herself from my arm and strutted off toward the living room.I let out a slow breath and turned back to Cheryl. “What do you mean you’re moving out?” I asked, keeping my voice casual, stripping it of the edge that wanted to creep in.Cheryl hesitated. Just for a second.“You know, I always said I was going to move out,” she started, her
Cheryl’s POV"I need you to move out."Damon’s words knocked the wind out of me. I blinked, half-expecting him to take it back, to laugh and say he was joking, but his expression remained set in stone. He wasn’t joking. My stomach twisted uncomfortably, a mix of shock and... something else.I folded my arms, forcing a scoff. “Excuse me?”“You heard me,” he said, his voice firmer this time. “You need to move out, Cheryl.”I shook my head, laughing dryly. “You can’t be serious.”“I’m very serious.”I searched his face for any trace of doubt, any sign that he was just being dramatic because he’d walked in on me and Aiden looking like we were about to—God, we really almost kissed, didn’t we? I mentally shook the thought away and focused on Damon’s clenched jaw, the way his hands curled into fists at his sides. He was pissed, but this? Kicking me out? That was extreme, even for him.“You’re overreacting,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.Damon exhaled sharply through his nose. “I don’
Cheryl’s POVAiden’s head snapped sideways from the force of the punch, and I froze.My breath caught in my throat as I stared—horrified, stunned, completely unable to move.Damon’s fist was still clenched, his knuckles already turning red from the impact. Aiden barely reacted at first, just rolling his jaw like he was testing if it was still intact. But then—he smiled.Blood stained his lips as his smirk grew, his tongue darting out to taste the metallic tang of his own blood like he was enjoying this. His eyes darkened, glinting with something dangerously close to amusement."To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" Aiden sneered, his voice dripping with mockery, the smirk on his face infuriatingly smug.Damon still had him by the collar, his chest heaving, his muscles coiled with rage."You stay the hell away from her," Damon snarled, his voice rough and commanding, his grip on Aiden’s shirt tightening.Aiden let out a low chuckle, completely unbothered. "How can I do that? We liv
"That's odd because the patients are not allowed access to phones. And even weirder because Evelyn Scott died in her sleep last night."The words felt like a hammer to my skull. A dull, echoing thud that didn’t register at first. The wretched-faced nurse was still standing there, looking between Cheryl and me like she had just announced the weather. Casual. Indifferent. Like she hadn’t just told me that the woman I spent years searching for was now nothing but a cold body."No," I said. It wasn’t a question. It was a rejection.The nurse frowned. "Excuse me?""No. You’re lying. That’s not possible."Something primal burned in my chest, a slow, spreading fire that threatened to consume me whole. I had been so close. A few goddamn hours."Aiden—" Cheryl’s voice was soft, but I wasn’t listening."You expect me to believe that she just happened to die the night before I came looking for her? That’s bullshit."The nurse sighed, already annoyed. "Look, I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. She was