Chapter 9

Alison

The week leading up to my departure to the Highlands has been hectic.

Aiden and I had spent endless hours formulating plans to bring Damien down.

Aiden had decided that the only way to destroy Damien was to go undercover and unravel his schemes. It was risky, but Aiden was determined—and so was I.

That morning, the reality of leaving weighed heavily on both of us. The room was quiet, save for the sound of our breathing as we sat side by side on the bed.

“I’m going to miss you,” he said, breaking the silence. He planted a tender kiss on my temple. Then his lips trailed down to my cheek, lingering there for a moment.

I looked at him, feeling a bit sad. “I’ll miss you too,” I said softly.

His lips found mine, and slowly he kissed me.

“I just want to make our last time together memorable,” he murmured, pulling back slightly to look into my eyes.

I laughed. “You’re making it sound like I’ll be gone forever.”

He smiled, but there was something bittersweet in it. “It’s going to feel like forever,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

His lips met mine and again and he kisses me. This time, it wasn’t rushed. It was slow and sweet. The kiss intensified, his hands exploring me with a familiarity that made my heart ache.

He began undressing me, as he guided me to the bed, with his eyes never leaving mine.

Aiden undressed as well, and as I watched him, everything felt off. Maybe I was overthinking it.

I brushed off that thought as his naked body glided on top of mine. His lips found its way to my neck sucking on it, and I let out an involuntary moan. Then suddenly he broke away.

“Did Damien ever touch you?” He said with a fiery gaze. I was taken aback by his words.

“So you think I sleep with every man I encounter?” I spat.

“No, it’s just that—“

“You can’t forget the night you caught me in the hotel, right?” I asked in an angered tone. “Even after I told you that Mabel lied about everything.”

“I didn’t mean it that way. I know Damien to have this…”

“Save it.” I cut him short before getting off the bed. My body was telling me to stay, but I couldn’t.

I was picking up my clothes when Aiden stopped me. He wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me closer.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please don’t go. I don’t want our last time together to be like this.”

“I want it to be memorable.” He said slowly.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, kissing me softly on the neck.

I didn’t pull away as I let him guide me to the bed.

He positioned himself on top of me once again, showering my breasts with kisses. As time passed, every act felt forced, like he didn’t want to touch me yet. He didn’t stop.

A part of me felt like he still saw me as a cheater and would forever see me as one.

During that moment, all I could think of was—our marriage. Could it ever go back to normal? Was there a way we could fix it?

 

The feelings of his hands sliding between my legs made me snap out of my thoughts.

“Do you like that?” He asked, digging his fingers deeper.

“Yeah.” I faked a moan.

Aiden smiled. “Look how wet you are.”

His hands played with me and I let out more fake moans, which continued even when he thrusted into me.

Aiden let out a soft grunt. From the look on his face, he seemed to be on cloud nine, but to me everything felt neutral.

“You taste so good,” he groaned, and I faked a smile as those doubtful thoughts about my marriage increased.

 I felt no pleasure, and a part of me urge me to pull away, but I didn’t . I tried my best to endure as Aiden rolled his hips against mine.

“You like that!” He asked, and I faked another moan.

“Yeah!” I said slowly. “Don’t stop babe!”

I regretted those words after saying them. Aiden’s lips intercepted with mine

, while his hands cupped my breasts. He fondled with them, moving from one nipple to another.

I felt numb to his touch and when Aiden finally pulled out of me. I felt relieved.

I lay there for a moment, while Aiden reached for my gown—the one Damien had given me.

“You should wear this,” he said, handing it to me. “It’ll sell the story. Damien needs to believe you escaped from Alberto’s warehouse.”

I nodded, slipping into the soiled gown.

“Are you all set?” Aiden asked, standing on his feet.

I smoothed the fabric of the gown and nodded.

“I’ll have the driver drop you at the train station,” he said. “I would’ve loved to drop you off myself, but we can’t risk being seen together. Damien’s men might be in the city.”

“I understand,” I said, forcing a small smile.

He walked me to the car. As I climbed into the seat, he leaned into the window, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. “Be careful,” he said.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

Before stepping away, Aiden handed me a small pocket knife. “Don’t forget this,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine.

I slipped the knife into my underwear after I collected it.

“Goodbye, Alison,” Aiden said, before walking away.

The drive was fast, and before I knew it I was at the train station. The minute I arrived at the highlands I managed to make my way to Damien’s mansion with the help of a stranger’s directions.

“I’m going to make you pay for everything you did to my father- and father-in-law.” I said as I pulled out the pocket knife Aiden had handed to me.

I closed my eyes, then I dug the knife into a corner of my stomach, pulling it out afterwards. With my freehand, I banged the gate.

“Help!” I yelled. “Someone help me!”

The sound of footsteps approached, and I let a satisfied smile tug at the corners of my lips. Damien’s men were coming, just as I’d hoped.