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{ Lily, 26 years old }I wake up in the middle of the night, feeling pissed off. I hate that being back in Altamira has brought up those memories from the past, when my life went from bad to worse.I try to go back to sleep, but an hour later I have to give up. I just stare at the ceiling and try to think back... did I have any friends in Altamira other than Dean? The answer is no. Not real ones, anyway.I've never been someone who makes good friends. Except Brian Lannister, apparently, even though I don't remember much about him since I only see him when I'm drinking.Still, I send him a text just to check if he still wants to be my friend and maybe visit me sometime. It's six in the morning, but he answers my text almost immediately. "Hey, of course I want to be your friend, maybe even more than that. I wasn't lying. How's it going with your daddy?" He texts back, making me chuckle."Not that bad yet. Why are you awake so early?""I'm a reporter, I guess you don't remember. I'll be live on channel 9 in just fifteen minutes," he says, and my mouth falls open. How did I end up with a reporter? In some kind of relationship with him? For two months?!"I'm reporting from the highway; there was an accident." He continues."Did someone die?" I ask, not sure what else to ask."No. That would be juicy though," he says, and I laugh. I can see why drunk me likes him. "Are you going to watch me?""I will," I say, and I get up to look for the Tv remote and put on Channel 9, the news. Lannister stops replying then and I find myself excitedly waiting for him to appear on TV.Just like he said, around fifteen minutes later, his face appears. He's holding a microphone and standing in front of a car crash. I snap a few pictures of the TV to show him I wasn't lying, and I just watch him, thinking... he's very handsome.He's also nice. He's already interested in me. So… what if I make him my boyfriend?I've only had one of those before -unofficially- but he was my stepbrother, so I never had the chance to do normal girlfriend-boyfriend stuff.Maybe I'm old enough to do it now. And maybe having a boyfriend would be helpful while I'm dealing with the Carrington boys.Brian's appearance on TV only lasts around five minutes, so I send him the photo."That's the most nervous I've been in a while, knowing you were watching me," he texts back, making me smile. Is this how a normal, healthy relationship starts?I wouldn’t know."How often are you on TV?" I ask."Honestly, not that often. Maybe once a week. Most of the time, I work in a desk.""They should show your face more often," I flirt, biting my lip nervously."That's what I keep telling them," he responds. Oh, god, he's funny too.It takes everything in me not to ask him to move in with me already and put a ring around his finger. I keep texting him for a while, but then I fall back asleep with my phone still in my hands.When I wake up again, it's past noon."Fuck me," I groan when I see the time and my mom's missed calls. I call her back and clear my throat to sound more awake, "Hi, mom. I was working out.""Sure you were," she mutters, "Harry is throwing you a welcome party tonight at seven, I'll send you the location. He's going to introduce you to some important people."I swallow nervously."Okay, mom. I'll be there.""I need you to get drunk and make a scene," she continues, making me frown, "Not horribly, just to show Harry you're definitely a lost cause. I want him to console me.""Oh," I say, realizing she's using me for her own vengeance. I guess it's fair, "How about I hook up with someone there?""Too far. Just get drunk and be flirty with the investors. That'll be enough," she says. I make an affirmative sound, "The first meeting went wonderfully, by the way. Harry said you look awful, so now he wants us to help you even more.""That's great, I guess," I mutter, trying not to feel offended. "Do I really look that bad?""Yes. Too skinny," she says, "See you later, okay?" "Okay," I sigh and end the call. She hasn't changed much. I was dumb to expect some nice comment from her.At seven pm, I walk into my welcome party wearing a slutty short dress.Harry closed a bar downtown for me and when I walk in, he’s already here, waiting for me. I hug him and my mom and I let them introduce me to a lot of people. Important people.I’m embarrassed about having to make a fool of myself, but I trust my mom. So, once I have introduced myself to everyone, I walk straight to the bar and I lean there, aware of the fact that my dress is too short for this.And considering there are way more men than women around here, I know there are more than a few pairs of eyes looking at my ass."Hi, can I have a vodka cranberry? Heavy on the vodka," I ask. The bartender looks down at my cleavage before nodding.I guess it’s show time.As soon as I order the food, I receive a FaceTime call from Damon. I get startled but I answer anyway and my insides melt as soon as I see his celestial face right there. It looks like he's sitting against a blue wall. "What the hell? Are you allowed to do this?" I ask, unable to believe it. He's wearing orange and it looks gorgeous on him, but that's supposed to mean certain things, right? Like, he should be hidden away or something. "I’ve come to realize I'm allowed to do whatever I want," he says with his evil little grin, full of mischief this time, "All thanks to Aiden. I'm in my room right now, there's no one here but me. AC is blasting. And I was given an iPad with like a hundred movies, but I don't want to watch them yet. I have plenty of time to do that later. I'd rather just look at you right now." "Show me your room then, I want to see the suite I personally got you," I say with a smile, just as evil as his, and it only grows when he narrows his eyes at me. "Bitch,"
"You have to go back to Brian now," Aiden breaks the silence a few minutes later as he's drying my hair with a towel. I pout and try to find his eyes on the mirror in front of us, "You have to keep him happy and you haven't done that lately." "What do you mean? Do I have to fuck him?" I ask in a tiny voice that finally makes him look at me with a pissed face. "No, not that," he lets out with a stern voice, "I mean, I have no say, but I'd rather you don't do that. But you have to keep him happy. He was your friend first, right? What if you try to get back into that?" "How?" I whine, "I have no people skills, Aiden... can't you do that for me somehow?" "Not this time," he says, making me pout more, "You have to do it in person, not over text. I can help you think about what to say, but that's about it. I can't put on a blonde wig and act like you, I'm way too intelligent and articulate, it wouldn't be believable." "Shut up," I mutter, but I chuckle, "Fine, I guess." When we’
“Say you love me,” he demands out of nowhere, grabbing me and pulling me up until my back hits his damp chest. “I love you,” I manage to let out. Aiden groans and one of his hands move down until he can touch my clit as he pounds me. My eyes start to roll back when it gets too overwhelming, “I’m coming…” Aiden speeds up and fucks me through my orgasm, covering my mouth to snuffle my moans and then he buries his face on my neck and sucks a hickey there as he groans, filling me up with his warm cum. “Fuck, I needed that,” he says a few seconds later while I’m still trying to catch my breath. His hold becomes softer and he carefully pulls out of me, “Come on, let’s go take a shower.” “I don’t think I can’t walk,” I admit. Aiden laughs but he picks me up to carry me to the bathroom like a true hero. He gently puts me down and turns on the water as I look at myself in the mirror. I look wild... but cute. Sexy. I don't look like a crack-addict prostitute who's fresh out of a f
Aiden's mouth starts to move down my body, his kisses getting a little more violent, his teeth catching my skin. I gasp and swallow when he leaves a painful hickey right above my bellybutton, then he licks my bellybutton directly and I try to complain, but it turns into a weird, confused moan because that felt good somehow. Aiden keeps going, leaving another hickey in my left hipbone. That one hurt more, so I keep complaining, but he doesn't care. I think he's going to pull down my panties when he reaches them... but he doesn't. He only opens my legs to find a way for his shoulders in between them, then he starts recording so close to my pussy, I can feel her pulsating in nerves and anticipation. "Aiden..." "Shh," he says and I feel my chest and face get hot, "We have to stay silent, Mom is out there." That's not exactly a lie, but I can tell he's saying it for Damon. For the fantasy. "You're so wet in here," he mentions and presses a finger against my center, still cov
“You can’t let him infect your head, Lilian,” he says as he gets up to get rid of everything. Including the shirt. Whatever, I’m already planning on stealing it and keeping it forever. The shirt Aiden wore all day with Damon’s blood on it. It’s nothing short of a piece of art. To me, at least. Aiden returns to my arms with only his boxers and I receive him joyfully. He gets back to his previous spot with his head on my chest and I enjoy it for one second… until my brain starts reminding me that he’ll be gone soon. “When are you leaving?” "Huh?" He asks, lifting his head again. His hand is going under my shirt until he can grab one of my boobs, "Are you in a rush or something? Somewhere to be? Another boyfriend to cry for?" "No, dummy. I meant when are you leaving Altamira," I clarify. Aiden stops squeezing my boob, he just looks at me for three heartbeats, as if he's thinking about it. That means he doesn't have a set plan, right? Right?! He was so intense about get
{ Lily } Aiden never came back yesterday, so I spent the rest of the day crying my ass off while hugging my mom as we watched people in the news talking shit about Damon while they showed how incredibly handsome he looked, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes. To be completely honest, it was a bittersweet day. My mom was being the nicest she’s ever been with me, Harry stayed home with us until the afternoon when my mom finally had enough of his presence and kicked him out. And Dean was there, being Dean and cheering me up a bit. It was a nice family day. Like, real family. So I enjoyed that part, but I hated the part where Aiden was away all day. And I was missing the fuck out of Damon, worried about him... until he texted me. Yeah, the guy who's in prison, he texted me out of nowhere and told me Aiden actually helped him out. So now we'll be able to talk as much as we want. Then Aiden called me and said he wouldn't be leaving Altamira yet because he has some ‘new issues