LOGINAidenLeah was lying on the couch, her legs hanging off the edge. Her short hair spilt over her face in wild waves, hiding her face and baring too much of her neck. That pale stretch of skin called to me, begging for teeth, for bruises I'd leave in the shape of my hunger. She had knocked herself out before Roman, who I'd just tucked in."Leah," I rasped, leaning down, my voice a low growl that vibrated through me.She didn't stir, didn't answer, just lay there vulnerable, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths that made her shirt cling to the swell of her breasts.I clenched my jaw.She had to be doing that on purpose, walking around without a fucking bra, flashing those nipples in my face and calling me a pervert every time stared.My fingers weaved through the soft strands of her hair, savouring the silkness before tucking them behind her ear. My thumb traced her jawline, tilting her chin up until her parted lips were so close I could feel her breath against mine, teasing.
LeahFor a moment, I thought he'd go through with it, but he didn't. He just exhaled slowly and rested his forehead against mine, eyes closing like it cost him something to stop."Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough, almost pained. "I want you... so badly, doll."I tried my best not to squirm when my eyes caught the obvious bulge in his pants."Should... you be acting this way when you're married?" I snapped, trying to summon anger to mask the ache building between my thighs.He chuckled softly. "How did I get married without my knowledge?" My brows pulled together."Unless," he went on lazily. "I was married to you before my memory loss."The teasing only fueled my irritation. I tried to push away from him, but his hand held me in place. "I'm not married," he said, the humour draining from his voice. "And that kid isn't mine. At least not biologically." His thumb stroked slow circles over the mole.I waited for a sign that he was lying, but it never came."That's none of my fucking
LeahA fucking gun."A toy gun," Aiden corrected without looking at me."He's five."Roman had already lifted a blue plastic one from the set, his fingers curling around the trigger."It shoots freaking foam," Aiden replied evenly."Roman, put that down."He looked up at me, uncertainty creeping into the excitement on his face. "Mommy."Even his puppy eyes wasn't going to change my mind."Baby," I said softly but firmly, "put it back in the box."His shoulders slumped as he reluctantly placed it back.I turned to Aiden. "And you," I said coldly. "Follow me."Aiden didn't say a word as he rose and followed me into the kitchen. I could feel the weight of his stare burning into my ass the entire way. It sent unwelcome shivers racing up my spine. I stopped abruptly at the island and spun around to confront him, and he almost walked straight into me.His eyes snapped up to mine, a deep frown carving itself into his stupidly handsome face. That same judging look he'd worn earlier outside my
LeahI pressed the doorbell, and it opened on the third ring.Edward stood behind it shirtless and barefoot, curls messy like he'd run a hand through them many times. He blinked when he saw me. "Leah?"My stomach twisted in guilt.I had come to apologise for last night and had spent hours rehearsing, but every word disappeared the moment I saw him."Hi.""Hi," he repeated. "I wasn't expecting you.""Yeah... I tried calling before coming, but you weren't picking up."His face scrunched as he rubbed his temple. "My head is killing me.""Were you drinking?""A can knocked me out," he chuckled.I laughed. "It's nice to meet someone I'm better than. Two cans is my max."He laughed with me, low and tired for a moment before it died an awkward death, and we both found anything to stare at except each other.Say something, goddammit."Come on in," he said, nodding to the side as he stepped back.Although I knew being inside with him would be more awkward, I still crossed the threshold.His l
Aiden"That's none of your fucking business."I reached up, my fist curling in her hair, yanking her head back until her eyes were forced to meet mine. "Answer me.""Mr. Kingston—""Are you?" I growled.Her mouth curved slightly, a mocking smile. "Yes."The word hit me like a blow."As a matter of fact," she went on her voice sweet with poison, "he had me pinned against this same wall last night as he—"I lost it.My hand slid from her hair to her throat, slamming her back against the wall with brutal force. The sound echoed through the space, matching the pounding of my chest.I struggled to breathe as my grip tightened, feeling her pulse jump widly under my palm. But her eyes didn't widen or flicker with fear. It was as if she expected that reaction."What the fuck did you just say?" I asked, my voice warning her not to test my patience."I said he fucked me," she whispered. My eyes widened in horror as her hands slid up her body slowly until they cupped her breasts, squeezing the
AidenI should have known the irritating, restless feeling in my chest the first day I saw the boy was recognition.Or maybe I had known all along and chose to deny it because he reminded me of a version of myself I hated. A version that belonged to a past I wasn't ready to face. A weakness and life I erased."He's not yours. Do you think I would have had him if he was?"Her words echoed in my head as the silence in the car grew heavier than before.I stared out the window, jaw locked, nails biting into my thigh hard enough to hurt.She should have done a better job if she wanted me to believe her.I knew it the moment our eyes met. The way her gaze flickered, the sharp edge in her voice, the way she spoke too fast, defensively. It was fucking obvious she was lying. And I hated that she wasn't.I had never wanted a child and would never have let her keep the child knowing... knowing she hated me and that every time she looked at him, she might see my face and feel resentment instead o







