Chapter 28
I keep walking to the dance floor with Aiden behind me. The alcohol consuming almost every part of my body has me swaying softly and my eyes closing from time to time.
The booming music sends vibrations through me, my heart thumping with the beat.
Arms wrap around my waist and I'm pressed against Aiden's front.
He grinds himself on me and I do the same, rolling my hips with his.
The bodies of the dancing, drunk people littering the dance floor, bump into ours as we dance to the sensual music.
He hands me the drink in his hand but I shake my head no. I know what awaits me in the morning already; a headache that will for sure get worse if I have another drink.
"I'm..." I trail off and giggle softly sinking further into his chest. My eyes closed.
"I am so sleepy Aiden, I want to go home and sleep." I shout over the music, my hips never stopping their movements. I feel him grow hard behind me but a weird feeling I can't quite make out consumes me.
"Take me home, Aiden." I repeat honestly, running my hand through his hair, noticing how it's become shorter than last time I felt it when we sat.
"Aiden, did you cut your hair? I didn't notice." I giggle loudly my head falling back where his shoulder and neck meet.
"My name is Arsenio, pasticcino." A noticeably lighter voice whispers in my ear. It takes me a moment to realise that the voice speaking to me doesn't belong to Aiden. There is no roughness, no huskiness, no gentleness in his whisper.
(Sweet pastry)
My eyes fly open and meet with Aiden's emerald ones immediately.
The real Aiden this time. My Aiden, who's standing in the distance of twenty feet in front of me and the unknown male I had mistaken for him.
The sleepiness overtaking my body a second ago now long gone.
I sober up, not completely but at least a little.
Just enough to know that I've fucked up. Everything.
The way he speaks has been rubbing off on me. My subconscious chime in.
I rip myself away from the guy and stumble backwards, fear clear in my eyes as I turn around to look at who I'd be dancing with all this time. My clouded mind only registers the blue looking hair, because of the lights above and the tall physique.
"Come back pasticcino." He reaches for me but I stumble back once again. This time bumping into the hard chest I'm certain belongs to Aiden.
He glances at me with hard eyes, his jaw clenched tightly as he stalks toward the stranger and swings his fist to his face. The noticeably shorter than Aiden, but still tall guy, stumbles back and looks at Aiden with wide eyes.
"Che cazzo!?" He exclaims before Aiden's other fist connects with his cheekbone.
(What the fuck!?)
The guy falls to his back and a crowd forms around them as Aiden's large figure straddles the guy's legs as he continues to punch him harder each time, mumbling curse words and low, threatening sentences in Italian.
Some of the security guards approach the scene, only to stand in front of the curious, drunken crowd and to watch the fight unfold before them, but not move an inch from their place a few feet away from the fighting bodies. They know better than to go against their boss.
When Aiden feels satisfied with the damage he's created on the stranger's face, he stands up and locks his hard eyes with my own. "Portalo fuori." He orders the guards and walks toward me.
(Take him out.)
The music turns back on and everyone goes back to minding their own business. Aiden takes my wrist in his hand and drags me, through the crowd, "Aide-"
"Don't." He speaks with finality and walks me up a flight of stairs.
I stumble a few times, but Aiden keeps me steady.
Now at a quieter area of the club, with more light and no one around, I can see the heavy rise and fall of his back. As he still has my hand tightly in his while unlocking the wooden door in front of him with his other.
Once unlocked he let's me get in first before walking in himself. He closes the door and locks it behind him.
"What the fuck!?" He shouts as soon as he's turned around.
"Ai-" I hiccup and take a deep breath before trying again.
"Aiden, I thought you was he. I thought I was behind, no, I thought you were behind me.
I didn't mean to dance with him." I feel myself at the verge of crying.
The hurt in his eyes, breaking my heart, because I know the cause of the pain he's feeling.
I am the cause of his pain. I caused him pain. I didn't mean to make him feel betrayed by me, I didn't mean to dance with a stranger. "I am so, so sorry, Aiden. I thought you were him." I shake my head. Tears forming in my eyes making my vision blur slightly.
But I blink them away. I won't cry and play the victim. I was wrong and I know that.
I don't want him to think I cheated. That I was aware of myself grinding on a random guy the entire time time.
"I thought it was you, I thought you pulled me to your body and I thought it was you I was dancing with. Aiden i didn't mean to." My voice breaks between my words, the guilt consuming me whole.
"Say something." I whisper after some time of complete silence. My eyes fixed on the floor.
"Let's go home. You're drunk." He states dryly and starts walking towards the door without a second glance toward me.
He puts his tense hand on the small of my back as we start pushing through the crowd once again.
Despite his disappointment in me, he still glares and takes a possessive stance whenever someone does as much as a look my way.
We get into his car. I look down on my lap, my eyes fixed on the floor. The tears dripping down on my skirt, leaving small stains of water behind them. We sit in awkward silence for the rest of the drive home.
I wake up to Aiden placing me on the bed.
He puts a shirt over my body before pulling my two piece off and wiping my makeup off with some wipes.
I want to open my eyes and look at him, but I can't, my eyelids feel too heavy to do so.
Aiden picks me up again and places me under the covers, before some shifting is heard and he gets in himself.
My eyes open into slits slowly. He lays on his back, facing the ceiling, his hands flat on the mattress beside him, balled into fists.
"I'm so, so sorry." I whisper turning to my side and hesitantly touching his tattooed bicep with my hand.
He jumps a little before turning to his side as well. I can't see his eyes because of the darkness but I don't have to guess that they're drowsy, filled with hurt.
"I know."
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My pounding head wakes me up from my sleep. Opening my eyes, I'm greeted by the darkly lit room and empty bed. The weight in my chest gets heavier as all the memories from last night come back.
He spoke four things to me.
All because of a drunken dance with a stranger. But can I blame him; no. Because I know that I would have the same reaction if I saw him grinding up against some girl who isn't me.
I grab the pills and water from the bed side table and down them quickly before sitting up, waiting on the bed for a few seconds for my dizziness to settle down.
Reaching for my phone to check the time, I see that I have more than an hour before I have to leave and meet up with Rose. That gives me just enough time to hopefully sort things out with Aiden.
I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen, after brushing the taste of alcohol out of my mouth.
He's sitting by the kitchen island shirtless, with a cup in front of him and his phone in his hand. The sunlight makes his tasselled hair look lighter, almost the lightest shade of brown.
At the sound of my footsteps, Aiden looks at me and stands up, making his way over and cupping my cheeks in his large hands.
He glares down at me from his towering height.
"Don't fucking say anything. I know what happened and I know you were drunk, that you regret it and I know that you're sorry, but you're fucking mine, Avery and I don't ever want to see you in the hands of another man ever fucking again. " Aiden's jaw ticks when he finishes.
The glare never leaving his face. "Tell me it was a fucking mistake, tell me you were drunk." He demands, but I can hear the plea in his voice as he awaits for my reassurance.
"You won't. I promise, I was drunk and I am so, so sorry, it was a mistake Aiden I never meant to dance with someone else, I promise I didn't." I tell him rasping, pleading silently at him to believe me as I wait for his next move.
He wraps his arms around my waist and brings me close to his chest, his head in the crook of my neck. My heart calms down a little despite the surprising movement.
"I'm the only one to fucking touch you, and you're the only one to touch me. No one else." His voice comes out muffled as keeps his head in between my neck and shoulder, kissing my skin there.
I run one hand down his tense shoulders and breath out before pulling away, my hands around his neck this time, as I make him look down at me.
"No one else, Aiden. Only you." He looks into my eyes, searching for my honesty and promise.
Aiden bends down and slowly inches closer to my face. His emerald eyes shift between my own and my lips, only closing when our noses brush one another.
Without another second to waste, I close my eyes and connect our lips in a gentle kiss.
Our tongues lap on one another passionately. His one hand holds my throat while the other has a tight grip on my hip, squeezing it tightly. His possessive side shows and I enjoy every second of it.
Our previous argument is now sorted and I couldn't be more thankful. My day would dull completely if me and Aiden kept fighting.
"Please tell me you and my mom are not sticking to your plans?" He frowns looking down at me.
I give him a weak smile, "I can't cancel now. I need to meet her up in an hour." Reaching on my tiptoes, I peck his nose, causing the lightest shade of red to appear on the tops of his cheeks.
"Aww! You're blushing!" I coo, tilting my head as I look at him. Brushing my thumb over his flushed cheek.
"No I am not. It's just hot in here." Aiden responds defensively and unwraps my arms from around his neck as he turns around. Hiding his blushing cheeks from my eyes.
"Yes you are but I think it's cute."
"You're the only one I allow to call me those ridiculous names." He rolls his eyes and wraps an arm around my waist when I'm standing next to him.
"Just like I'm the only one who knows that you love to eat lucky charms for breakfast." I grin and grab the coffee cup out of his hand taking a sip, "and drink coffee with caramel in it." I scrunch my face at the overly sweet taste.
"This is not for me. I made it for you." Aiden eyes the cup.
"So that's why the cup is half empty?" I raise an eyebrow.
He groans and lays his forehead on my shoulder, "just go get ready for your shopping trip." He murmurs against my skin and places a few kisses on it, making me feel tingles all over.
I stand up to make my way upstairs and he slaps my butt, a satisfied look on his face.
"And be ready by seven, we're going out!" He shouts after me.
.......
"Do you like this one?" Rose asks from the gown rack in front of mine. A high glass of sparkling champagne in one hand and the gown in the other.
My eyes lit up as they run over the deep V-cut gown style dress, made out of thick tulle, that's uphold by thin, spaghetti straps. It's considerably simple, with no sparkle, which is exactly what I want for the ball.
Wearing an attention catching gown at a ball full of mafia men and women for the first time doesn't sound ideal to me. And Rose agreed when I shared my thoughts.
"I'll definitely try it on, but don't you need a gown. We've only been looking for me." I raise an eyebrow as we make our way to the circled fitting room with red silk curtains.
"Oh, Enzo already got that one ready for me. I don't even know what I'm wearing myself. He's done this surprise thing for a few years now." She ends dreamily. I smile at her confession. I definitely adore their relationship.
"That's so cute," she smiles at me and shoo's me inside the fitting room.
I drag the curtains behind me and hang my black purse before taking the same coloured body-con dress off my body.
Now, only in my underwear, I can't help but look at myself in the mirror. Different thoughts run through my head as I touch the white lines on my hips, the top my thighs and the sides of my butt, with my fingers.
With a shake of my head, I plaster on a real smile and put the gown over my head before looking at my reflection once again, only for my smile to widen.
The spaghetti straps hold the two pieces of tulle perfectly over my chest. The deep V-line they create, leaves the side curves of my breasts exposed.
The V, reaches all the way down to the middle of my stomach where it connects with the actual gown skirt, that holds the two parts together by a black belt, that's also made by thick layers of tulle.
I turn around and look at my whole, exposed back. I really don't know what my brother's and Aiden will think if the dress, the four of them will for sure get ten times more protective than they are but, oh well.
Rose said to buy whatever I want and to fuck what they think. Literally.
"You. Look. Sorprendente!" She squeals when I'm outside, the older store's manager beside her nods her head furiously.
(Amazing.)
"Do you think this is the one?" I ask twirling around when she whips her finger around.
"Sí!" Both ladies agree making me grin.
"Lo comprerai?" The brunette manager asks, with a hopeful smile.
(Will you buy it?)
"Sí, grazie." I nod.
(Yes, please.)
"Il mio assistente ti assisterà." She tells Rose and walks over to some other ladies to assist them.
(My assistant will assist you.)
"Grazie," me and Rose tell her at the same time.
I change back to my clothes and walk out with the dress hanging from my arm. Together, me and Rose walk towards the checkout where a girl around the age of twenty is standing behind, a bitter smile plastered on her face.
"Sarrano 630€," She nods toward the dress with a bored look. I pull my wallet out if my purse and am about to give her my card, thinking about how much pain my bank account will be in after this, only for it to get pulled away by Rose.
"I can't deny my son now can I?" She winks at me.
"What, no I can pay." I try, but she shakes her head with a gentle smile, her dimples on show. Now I know where Aiden got them from.
"Aiden said you'd deny but he made me promise to not let you pay no matter what."
I'm about to reply when the cashier speaks, "De Rossi?" Her eyes now lit up, a hopeful look on her face.
I frown. "Conosci mio figilio?" Rose raises a challenging eyebrow and folds her arms across her chest.
(You know my son?)
"Sì, quoesto è il suo nuovo giocattolo?" She nods at me, her lips curled up in a snarl, while packing my dress in a black garment bag.
(Yes, this is his new toy?)
"Questa è sua moglie, ti suggerisco di toglierti lo snark dalla faccia se vuoi mantenere il tuo lavoro." Rose warns and hands her Aiden's black credit card before I can stop her.
(This is his wife, so I suggest you wipe the snark out of your face if you want to keep your job.)
The acid look in her face is gone in an instant. She swipes the card and tells Rose to put the pin, before handing us the bag and biding us a quiet goodbye.
"What did she say? She knew Aiden?" I ask as we walk out into the sunny weather and colourful street. Even though it's the beginning of November, the temperature is still on it's highs and the sun is out with a few clouds.
"Nothing to worry about, honey, let's go get you some shoes?" Rose changes the subject and I let it go.
After we complete our shopping and end our Italian lunch, Rose drops me off at the house. I'm surprised when I open the heavy door with the key Aiden gave me, to be greeted by complete silence.
Dropping the keys on the kitchen island, I call out his name, but get no answer back. I look around the kitchen and see a piece of paper on the counter. I pick it up and read it with a smile as I notice Aiden's handwriting and a small heart at the end.
I'm picking you up at seven, you'll find the dress (and the other things) I picked out on the bed. Don't be late, I love you.
-Aiden
I down a glass of water and skip my way upstairs.
Opening the door to the master bedroom, I see a silhouette hugging, champagne coloured dress in silk, with spaghetti straps that reaches an inch below the knee. On top of the dress, lays a lingerie set that I did not pack with me, which means Aiden bought it.
A black lace bra is unfolded where my chest is supposed to be and the matching thong is further down.
Seems like me shaving will come to use. I still have a few scars from cutting myself though.
I blush at the sudden thoughts that invade my mind and look at the rest of the stuff he picked out for me.
On the floor in front of the bed, stand a pair of black heels with long straps and next to the dress lays a black leather jacket.
I shower and shave every part of my body, just to be safe and walk to my suitcase to get my makeup bag out.
The second time I get out of the bathroom, a flawless smokey eye, sits around my eyes along with a nude, glossy lipstick that complements my full lips. My hair is pushed back into lose waves, showing the necklace I've got on around my neck.
I look at the time as I put the heels on and see that I have five minutes left until seven. I swing the leather jacket over my shoulders and grab my purse before walking out.
I walk down the last step just as the door opens. Looking up from my shoes, my eyes land right into Aiden's. We look at each other up and down.
He's dressed in a black suit like usual but the way he's wearing it is different and to be honest, totally panty dropping.
I mean I would drop my panties for this man, that I'm certain on.
I lick the corner of my lips.
The golden chain matches the accessories I'm wearing myself.
It shows above the knot of his tie and wraps under the black collar of his dress shirt which clings into him, along with the suit jacket, having all of his muscles on high display.
A golden Rolex sits around his left wrist and a matching chain sits on his right, the veins on top of his hands being an extreme turn on.
His hair is slicked back and I yet again shake off my dirty thoughts.
"You look fucking hot."
"You look hot." We breath at the same time and walk towards each other, smiling. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and kisses me deeply. My knees wobble but he holds me up.
"Twirl," he instructs while holding my hand in his. I do as he says and when I'm back facing him, he has his mouth open in awe.
"Fucking beautiful." He kisses me again making my cheeks heat up.
This time our tongues together passionately. His hands wander down my body, gripping my butt through my dress. A pleasurable gasp escapes into his mouth.
We pull away breathless and I notice a small lipstick stain on the side of Aiden's lips. I giggle softly.
"What?" Aiden asks, his hand still on my butt while mine are wrapped around his neck. I reach up, wiping the nude lipstick with my thumb gently. "You got lipstick."
He pecks my nose and gives me an award winning smile, before letting go of my butt, making me miss his intimate touch.
I need to get myself together.
"Ready for our date?" Aiden looks down at me.
"Ready." I peck his lips and let him lead me to the pearly white Lamborghini in front of the garage. I stare between Aiden and the car in amazement.
"How many cars do you own?"
"A few." He winks and opens my door for me.
Once seated on the drivers seat he takes my hand in his and intertwines our fingers while resting them on my thigh.
After a while we arrive at the restaurant and get escorted to the veranda in the back.
Black, balustrade with nice details on the metal surrounds the outside area.
A great view of the night sky and ocean is behind.
Tables with two seats each, are covered with white table cloths and a candle on each one stand scattered around the beige marbled flooring, with some people sitting, eating and drinking.
The host leaves us alone at our table. I sit on the chair Aiden pulls out for me and stop him before he can go to his seat, opposite me.
"Thank you, it's beautiful." I lower his head with my hand around his neck and peck his lips softly.
"I see something I like more." He winks and takes his seat.
My cheeks flush at his words.
We order our food and go back to talking, "did you get a dress?" Aiden asks sipping his whiskey.
I nod and twirl the straw in my strawberry gin martini, "yeah, you didn't have to buy it." I remind him seriously, making him chuckle.
"I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to, baby. Let me spoil you."
I sigh and shake my head with a small smile that threatens to widen. I know that there is no point in arguing in this.
"I want you to wear it for me when we get back."
"No uh," I shake my head as I think of the dress. "You'll see it at the ball." You won't be able to make me change then.
God, just thinking about my brothers' and Aiden's reaction about me being in a dress like that, makes me shiver. I'm sorry for everyone who'll get glared at by them.
"At least tell me what colour it is." Aiden tries to convince me.
"It's black."
"You look hot in black." I blush and look down at my drink, for the second time tonight.
Throughout dinner, more looks get exchanged and tension builds up. By the time we're leaving, I feel tingly and wet in my souther region. I bite my lip as I watch Aiden's figure a few feet in front of me, my hand in his as he leads us to the car.
He takes long steps and my eyes wander down to his pants. My boyfriend got a nice butt, that's for sure.
Flashes from the first time we were together...intimately, come back. That time I was the only one to get pleasured, same as the second time on the plane.
One thing I get out of this relationship is my racing hormones and wild thoughts. I feel my ovaries break as I watch him take the suit jacket off and roll the sleeves of his shirt up, revealing his big arms. I didn't even realise when we got in the car.
"Are you okay, baby?" Aiden brings me out of my thinking. He has a smirk on his face and I know for a fact that he caught me checking him out.
"Yeah," I fan my flaming face, "it's just hot in here."
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