All Chapters of Her Sister's Best Friend : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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

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 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 The whole class is buzzing with everybody doing their own thing, but that won't distract me from my reading. I'm on page 57 of Rhys and Bridget's love story in Twisted Games - my all-time favorite book. I've lost count of how many times I've read it; I'm drawn to it again, ready to dive back into the world of twisted games and its characters. My gaze drifts up, scanning the room. That's when I see him - Nathan. He stands by the entrance of the class, his eyes scanning every moment as if searching for someone. I quickly duck my head and try to pretend like I am reading the book right now. “Don't fucking notice me,” I mutter under my breath. “Don't.” I lift my head. It's too late. Nathan's gaze locks onto me, a smile playing on his lips as he starts to walk towards me. My heart sinks. Should I leave the class? Damn it, he has seen me. He would notice I'm trying to ignore him if I leave the class. I don't want to face him, not after I led him on and hurt him. I try to fo

AIDEN What the hell just happened? Sarah tried to kiss me!?A line appears between my brows. “You're drunk. Completely drunk,” I blurt out.Her eyes meet mine, glassy and unsure. “I'm not drunk. I swear, I've only had a few drinks,” She says.I shake my head. “You just tried to kiss me. Do you realize that?”Sarah squeezes her eyes shut. “Oh, shit,” She murmurs, then opens them wide. “Aiden, I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me. What was I thinking?”“I didn't see your car in the parking lot. Did you not drive here?” I ask.“Yes,” She answers.“It's okay, let's just get you home.”Her eyes widen. “Home? Why?”“Because you're drunk. You need to get some rest; your behavior is getting out of control,” I reply.Her eyebrows furrow. I know getting her home might be a challenge tonight. This is going to be hard work.“You don't have to take me home—”I interrupt her. “No.”“I could just sleep over here. I used to do it all the time,” “Not tonight. I don't think tonight is the righ