Page 33 of Aidan (The Doherty Mafia)
We discussed what I told her—about the consequences of her leaving. She had been kind and compassionate about what I had to say. She hadn’t made me feel like I was less of a man for being affected by her disappearance.
I didn’t usually discuss it with anyone because I didn’t want to admit it. However, Leah didn’t think any less of me now that she knew the truth about how I felt about her.
What I used to feel.
I could attest she was well suited to the job at the old people’s home, because she knew exactly how to make someone comfortable in her presence. She had that healing touch.
“It fucked me up when you left,” I continued casually. I tried not to make a big deal of it.
I didn’t want her to know how it still made me feel. I was hollow inside and it was because of her.
I couldn’t trust her or anyone else because she was the one who did this to me. Maybe she could see it because her face was awash with guilt.
“I didn’t think you cared about anyone or anything other than your family and your work, and your reputation as a hard man.”
“I don’t care what people think of me. I don’t give a fuck about other people’s opinions.”
“I know that, but there’s a part of you that stops you from discussing your feelings with other people.”
“Because I don’t think anyone wants to hear it. I definitely don’t want to hear about other people’s feelings,” I growled.
Leah’s cheeks flushed and she looked down at her empty plate with an embarrassed smile.
“You know you can tell me. I want to hear what you feel.”
“I told you what I feel. What I felt when you left. These days, I don’t feel anything.”
She looked up at me sharply.
“You must have felt something…for someone else…” she tried.
I clenched my jaws tight.
“No.”
“Aidan, it’s been five years. You’re telling me you haven’t been with anyone else?”
“I’ve fucked more chicks than I can count. I’m not going to lie to you, Leah. But I don’t remember their names or their faces. They’ve meant nothing to me,” I admitted.
She breathed in deeply as she stared at me. She knew what I wanted to know, but I wasn’t going to ask her. I’d probably break something if I heard the answer.
Her cheeks were still a bright red.
“I haven’t…there’s been nobody else…you were my first and my last. My only,” she said. Her voice quivered, and I searched her face to see if she was lying.
I couldn’t believe it.
Leah belonged to me. She always had.
What was she trying to say now?
I didn’t have room for her. I didn’t have room for anyone in my life.
She looked away, embarrassed.
“But that’s not your fault. I don’t expect anything from you. I’ve just…I didn’t have the time. I tried to make a life for myself. I didn’t need or want another man,” she continued quickly.
It was like she had read my mind.
Leah said she wanted me to relax while she did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. I couldn’t just chill on the couch while she roamed around the kitchen, looking extremely sexy in those tight leggings.
So I stood at the door, watching her.
She wanted to know how my friends were. The ones we used to hang out with at the clubs and bars when we used to go out drinking together.
I didn’t see much of them anymore and I told her so. I was too busy with the business. My family needed me.
“So you’re all grown up now?” she smiled over her shoulder while she did the dishes.
“Aren’t you?” I asked.
A sad look came over her face, and she nodded somberly.
“In more ways than I could ever have imagined,” she replied.
Once she was done with the dishes, she wiped down the counters, washed her hands and took off her apron.
“Maybe you should keep that on,” I told her.
Her face brightened again and she had a smile on her face.
“What else do you want me to do?” she asked.
“You could get down on your hands and knees.”
Leah kept the apron on and then slowly did as I wanted. She was on her hands and knees on the floor, looking up at me with her big green eyes.
Slowly, she crawled towards me while I felt my cock move in my pants.
“I just want to be a good girl tonight and please you. I just want to make you happy tonight.” She spoke in a soft voice that shot electricity through my body.
She was fucking irresistible.
I thought I came to see her because I wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on with the Barons and her, but I became distracted again.
If I started interrogating her and asking her questions, that would make her defensive, then that would be the end of the fun. It was the exact mood I wanted to be in.
