Falling For My Best Friend's Brother(48)

“Come for me, Alice,” he grunted as he increased his pace.

“I’m about to!” I screamed and seconds later, my body was shuddering with my orgasm. It was then that I felt Aiden push into me a few more times and then he stilled as he exploded inside of me. He then pulled out of me and turned me around and kissed me passionately.

“Let’s go to my room now.”

“You’re still hungry?” I asked and yawned slightly as he kissed my cheek.

“I’m always hungry for you.” He chewed on my lower lip. “And I haven’t finished with you for the night.”

“Oh, you haven’t?” I laughed, feeling giddy.

“Oh no.” He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. “Not by a long shot.”

“Promise?” I giggled as he plopped me down onto his bed.

“That’s a promise I can keep.” He leaned down and kissed me hard. “Stay there. I’m going to get us some water.”

“Okay,” I said as I snuggled into his sheets.

“Don’t fall asleep.” He laughed as he hurried out of his room. I lay there with a huge smile on my face and a satiated feeling of happiness filling me.

***

The next morning I woke up to Aiden kissing my neck and I smiled as I stretched alongside him.

“Morning, beautiful,” he said and gave me a quick kiss. “I’m going to make us some breakfast, okay?”

“Okay.” I nodded shyly and smiled at him. “Then I should leave. I need to go to work. I need to work on some listings for some of the realtors today.”

“Aww, I was hoping we could have a lazy day in bed.” He made a face and sucked on my shoulder. “You sure I can’t change your mind?”

“Haha, I wish I could stay.” I ran my fingers down his back. “But unfortunately work calls today.”

“Pity.” He jumped out of the bed and walked to the door. “Stay there. I want to bring you breakfast in bed,” he said and then left the room. I lay there with a grin on my face and I was debating calling in sick when I heard Aiden’s phone beeping on the side table and while I knew I should ignore it, I couldn’t stop myself from picking it up. And this time I wasn’t trying to be nosey. This time I didn’t have any suspicions or fears. This time I did it just to do it. And then I saw the text on the screen. I dropped the phone back down onto the side-table and got under the sheets and closed my eyes. All I could see was the text on Aiden’s phone from Elizabeth. The text that had sucker punched me. The text that had read, “So she asked about the cuff marks??” I was gobsmacked by the comment. What was going on here and what exactly was the relationship between Aiden and Elizabeth?

***

I ate breakfast quickly, and it took everything in me not to ask Aiden what the hell he was playing at with Elizabeth and myself, but I wanted to speak to Liv first. I needed her to tell me what she thought I should do. I was in a precarious situation because I really wanted to be with Aiden, but I also didn’t know what I could demand from him, if we weren’t really together like that. I needed to think everything through and decide what my next plan of action was going to be because I knew I just couldn’t keep on like I’d been doing anymore. I wanted some answers and I wanted the truth.





Chapter Ten

Bling Bling Says the Ring



I knew as soon as I walked into the apartment after work that something was off. The air felt chilly and the rooms were too quiet. I closed the door quietly and stood there for a few seconds wondering why I felt as if I were out-of-place in my own home.

“Alice, is that you?” Liv cried out my name and I followed the sound of her voice to the kitchen.

“Of course it’s me. Who else would it be?” I asked with a small laugh, though my insides were tense. “What’s going on?” I asked with a small frown as Liv was sitting at the kitchen table with a teapot and two cups in front of her.

“Want some tea?” she asked brightly, and I couldn’t stop from making a face.

“No, I don’t want some tea. We never drink tea.” I sat down across from her. “We only got that tea set in case we met some hot English guys, so we could invite them back for tea and biscuits.”

“True.” She smiled. “That never happened, though.”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “Who knew that all British guys weren’t hot?”

“Or into tea.” She laughed. “They preferred beers.”

“Or pints, as they called them.” I grinned. “And lagers.”

“Oh yeah, what was that one lager called?” Liv made a face. “Fosters?”