OLIVIA“What a jerk!" I swear under my breath when Aiden leaves the room. He has been toying with me the whole time. He never really intends to get drunk with me or make good on the deal. I feel so foolish for believing him.I let out a hiss, cursing him silently in my mind. Little did I know that he was just deceiving me and I thought I was about to do something wild I have never done before.Aiden is driving me crazy. I feel like a finished woman. Just then, I hear the door to the next room open and close.I can't blame him, but what if he gets drunk and starts touching me? We may end up in a situation we can't control. Fuck, a part of me wants that, no matter how wrong it may be. I want to feel his touch all over my body. Pushing away my thoughts, I unzip my jacket and let it drop on the floor, leaving me in only my crop top. I walk over to the king sized bed and let myself slump on it. The bed is so soft. I can happily stay here forever. Wait, this is Aiden's room. Girls mus
OLIVIAAiden releases his grip on my hand, and lets it fall to my side. His eyes remain fixed on me, his piercing gaze that seems to see right through my soul. I sit in a daze, my eyes wide opened. Why did he do that? Why do I like it? Fuck, man is so big. Now, it is no wonder so many girls in school want him."Olive, chill," Aiden whispers, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "I am not going to do anything to you. Just showing you how your touch affects me,”I shake my head, finally finding my voice. "I am not scared. I trust you," I tell him. "Don't trust me," He states. "Why?" I ask. “I don't like when people say they trust me. What if I break their trust? Honestly, I don't know what I am capable of. I might do something that may come as a shock,” He answers. “I tuck a loose lock of my hair behind my ear. "Like what you did now. I was not expecting that," I utter. "So, did I break your trust?" He probes, nibbling on his bottom lip. "No, I like what you did," I mutter.
OLIVIA“Whatever happened last night should be forgotten. It was useless,”Aiden's words echo in my head, over and over again. I can't get them out of my head, no matter how hard I try.His words stings like a slap in the face. Does he know how much they hurt me? Does he know that they cut deeper than any knife ever could?I should have shouted at him. I should have ranted and let him know how much his words hurt me. But, I didn't do anything. I said nothing. I let him call the cab and I left his house. Now, I sit in the cab and regret my reaction to what he said. I wish I could go back and tell him I don't like what he said. I wish I could tell him that he hurt me with his words. I wish I could tell him that I love the moment we shared last night and I hate the fact that he tagged it as “useless”.I look in the rearview mirror. My eyes are already brimming with tears. I hate how easily things affect me. I wish I were not so sensitive, but I know I can't help how I feel. Aiden is t
OLIVIA"I know my man is so hot, but you don't have to stare at him like he is a damn pizza. You are just a waitress," The blonde blurts out. Of course, she is not just a baddie. She seems to think of herself as a queen bee. Aiden is definitely her arm candy.She referred to Aiden as “her man”. Does that mean they are dating? I thought Aiden is a playboy who is not interested in serious relationships. I force a smile and my palms are already getting sweaty. I try to shrug off the thoughts in my head. As a waitress, I should maintain a professional demeanor. "I am sorry, ma'am,” I apologize. “What can I get for you today?” The blonde throws me a deadly glare, before turning to face Aiden. I try not to let that get to me. It seems like she already has something against me. I can't blame her for getting mad because I was staring at her so-called man. I mean if I had a boyfriend as hot as Aiden, I would not want another woman to look at him. Oh God, why am I even thinking about how h
OLIVIA"And, won't you say anything?" Sarah's voice resounds in my head. I take a deep breath, and release it slowly. Since I am already in trouble, I can as well get myself out of it. I clear my throat."Would you just calm down and give me a chance to talk this through with you?" I ask calmly. Sarah throws me a deadly glare. “Are you seriously asking me to stay calm when you have completely ignored everything I have told you?” “I don't know what the fuck is going on with you. I have told you over and over again not to mess with Aiden. He is my best friend. He is off limits. You should be hanging out with freshmen like you, not my friends.” She adds.“Relax, will you?” I retort, my frustration getting the better of me. “I am not hanging out with your friends. And, nothing is going on between me and Aiden.”“I found Aiden's shirt in your room, which leads me to believe that you wore it home from his house this morning,” Sarah rambles, folding her arms over my chest. “How the heck d
OLIVIA "I wonder who had the guts to paint the building. I mean, talk about nerves! The person must be one tough cookie."Ashley's words drift in one ear and out the other. I am not listening to her anymore. A corner of my mouth curls upwards, giving a lopsided grin. I should not be smiling, but I can't help it. I guess I am proud of myself. For what reasons? For breaking the school rules and painting the art building. Why should I not be proud of myself? I violated the rules and made a spectacle.A crowd is gathered around the art building, gawking and gossiping about the splashes of blue and red paint. They are in awe of the person who had the nerve to do this. Some praise the boldness of the individual who did this, while others criticize them for violating school rules and vandalizing the art building.The girls standing beside Ashley and I jolt me out of my thoughts. “Wait, look at the letters,” The first girl tells her partner. “I think that should be the person's initials,
OLIVIAI am at a loss for words. I can't even breathe. I don't know how to act.How am I supposed to act normal when Aiden is walking towards me? How can someone move in such a sensual way?His hands are tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. Each step he takes makes my heart pound faster."If I were given the chance, I would let Blacksmith have his way with me," Ashley whispers into my ear, her voice heavy with longing. “I would spread my legs for him.”I let out a hiss."I can't believe I am friends with someone who talks like this," I tease her, rolling my eyes.“Whatever, bitch,” Ashley whines.I pretend like my mind is not racing with similar thoughts. I know I am not much better, but I just keep my stupid fantasies to myself. Can never be Ashley. She does not hold back. She says whatever comes to her mind without a second thought. I bet the other girls in our vicinity are thinking the same thing, though none of them will admit it.The female freshmen in my department all look l
OLIVIAAiden approaches me, his every step bringing him closer until he is standing right in front of me. My heart pounds in my chest, and I grip the book even more tightly in my trembling hands.He leans against my desk, crossing his arms and legs in a casual pose, looking every bit the model on the front of a fashion magazine."What are you doing?" He asks in a low voice, smooth and calm.I shake my head, mute. "Nothing," I manage to say.Why am I not angry yet? I can't summon the anger I know I should feel. I should be livid that he kept me waiting, but instead I feel frozen and tongue-tied. I can't let him see the book I am reading. He might mock me. And yet, I can't help the way my stomach flutters when he looks at my breasts. His gaze is like a caress, making me feel like my boobs are treasures he has finally found."I don't think so," He mutters, his eyes not leaving me for a second.His eyes wander around the room, sweeping over my desk, the curtains, and the neatly-made bed.