Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I felt his lips effortlessly glide along the nook of my neck, and I gradually tilted my head. Leaning away to allow him more access to make me forget.
“You fuckin’ the music while thinkin’ ‘bout me, baby?”
Not meeting Sean’s eyes, I moved my hips against his. He took my silent plea and he started swaying his ass in pace with mine. We’d done this sinful dance hundreds of times, but like everything else that night, it was much different.
“You’re nothing like the man I thought you were. My hero, my father, my best fucking friend…”
Sean wrapped his strong arm around my waist, tugging me closer to him. Close enough to where there was nothing in between us, only the friction of our reckless movements. My mind screamed for me to stop, to not allow this to go any further, but my body…
My heart…
It was so broken, so hurt, so undeniably exhausted.
“How’s it feel to turn out to be a piece of shit like them? Huh? How’s it feel to lose everything you worked so hard for?”
It seemed like hours went by, and for the first time in I don’t know how long, I sought comfort in his arms. When all I wanted was to seek refuge in the man who kicked me the fuck out of his house.
“You’re not my mother,” Jackson snidely replied, glaring solely at his father. “She’s gone, and she’s not coming back.”
Where was she?
Where was Bailey?
I shook away the thought, dancing slowly, sexually, sensually in sync with Sean. Our bodies recalling the feel of one another, as if no time had passed between us.
The devastation.
The torment.
The memories of tonight.
“Do you understand me? I don’t give one flying fuck about you! To hell with you! You’re nothing but a sorry excuse of a man who abandoned his kids when they needed him the most!”
I was dazed.
Confused.
Living in the moment with the wrong man who hurt me more times than I cared to remember. No words were needed as he caged me to the wall in the back of the club, easily turning me to face him. I kept my eyes closed, knowing if I opened them it wouldn’t be the man I wanted looking at me that way.
“You have to stop. Your mom wouldn’t have wanted this. No mother would.”
“Goddamn it! Just make it go away! Please, just make it go away!”
“Shhh… baby, calm down. Your man’s here.” He pulled the hair away from my face, replacing it with his lips against my cheek. “Make what go away? Hmm… what can I do for my queen?”
The smell of his cologne was intoxicating, luring me in with the strum of the tune still blaring around us.
“God, I fuckin’ missed you, baby.” He gripped onto my ass, thrusting his hard dick against me. All while I imagined it was someone else.
It was so wrong, so fucking wrong who I was dreaming of, though it didn’t stop me. If anything, it made it easier, thinking it was him.
Aiden.
Dr. Pierce.
The man who’d been haunting my thoughts.
“Don’t,” he simply stated, like he knew what I was thinking.
I moaned, his mouth now close to mine. Inches, centimeters, seconds from touching each other. Wearing my emotions on my sleeve, he read me like a book.
“You’re my queen, you’ll always be my queen,” he rasped, his lips almost kissing me.
“Just make it all go away! Make me forget! I just want to forget!” I shouted over the memories relentlessly playing out in my head.
The room began to spin, and my breathing faltered. I felt like my body was collapsing in on itself and being ripped open all at the same time, so out of control.
Except, it wasn’t my mind this time. It was actually happening. My back hit the wall with a hard thud, I whimpered instantly opening my eyes. Blinking away the haze.
“Get the fuck off her!”
My eyes widened, my heart sank, and my vision became clear as fuck.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t speak.
I couldn’t tear my eyes off the scene unfolding in front of me.
I watched the man I least expected rip Sean away from me by the back of his leather jacket. Sean didn’t falter, not hesitating for one second, he reached into the back of his jeans.
I screamed, “No!” Hoping he would hear me over the loud beat and I wouldn’t have to witness Sean shooting…
Aiden.
Chapter 4
<>Aiden<>
To believe this all started with Noah roaring, “The fuck you doin’, man?” in my garage. Looking at me with so much disappointment in his eyes.
“Back the fuck off, Noah,” I gritted, holding my pounding head between my hands, as I leaned against the hood of my car.
“You’re gonna lose your family, Aiden. Mark my fuckin’ words, get your shit together or you’re gonna no longer have your boy. I grew up wit’ a selfish fuck who beat the shit out of me, yeah?”