Page 20 of Aidan (The Doherty Mafia)
I turned off the shower.
Realization began to sink in. Sleeping with Aidan meant opening myself up to the possibility of falling even deeper into the web of feelings I had for him.
The only chance I had of saving my heart from him was to keep my distance. Just that one kiss had sent me down a spiral of longing for him—if I had sex with him, I wouldn’t be able to ever recover.
Would he figure out what was really going on? What if I slept with him and he saw into my soul? What if I wasn’t able to keep my secrets from him any longer? He would never forgive me.
I managed to wrap a towel around myself before I broke down on the bathroom floor in another volley of tears.
I felt helpless and unsafe. I didn’t know what the future held for me.
In those moments of darkness, I wished the Barons just finished me off already. I wished I wasn’t alive.
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Aidan
I couldn’t stay away.
Every time I spoke to Leah, every time I saw her—it made me want her even more.
While I worked, talking to people on the phone and going over details of our next shipment of weapons—I found myself trying to come up with excuses to go see her again.
I didn’t actually give a shit about how her mother was doing. As far as I was concerned, that woman had it coming for what she forced Leah to do. For forcing her to leave me.
But I did give a shit about Leah.
And no matter how hard I tried to break her down, she still hadn’t confessed about what she was doing talking to the Barons.
While my brothers tried to figure out where Aldo Baron was hiding and what he planned to do against our family—I knew that Leah potentially knew everything. She was the key to solving our family’s problem, and I needed to get her to talk.
She held her ground and I had to get her on my side.
All this talking wasn’t getting us anywhere. I had to do something more. Get close to her and remind her that she could trust me. Remind her how good it used to be between us.
But I was in danger of falling even deeper for her if I got any closer to her. If I fucked her, there’d be no way out. I still remembered what it felt like to fuck her the first time. Nothing ever came close to that feeling. No other woman made me feel that wild. All those feelings.
Maybe it was just an excuse—maybe I just couldn’t control myself around her and wanted to fuck her and get it out of my system. Whatever the motivation, it was overtaking my life. I couldn’t eat, sleep or drink without fantasizing about banging her again.
So the next time I showed up at her apartment, I already knew how the night was going to end. I always got what I wanted, and tonight, I wanted her.
She wore a short blue dress with thin straps that barely held up her big juicy tits. I couldn’t stop staring. It made me wonder if she was dressed like that on purpose. For me or someone else?
“I was hoping you’d show up tonight,” she said in a husky voice.
“Wanna invite me in?” I asked.
She looked over her shoulder at her apartment and then tilted her head to one side.
“Why don’t you show me your apartment instead? I want to know how much has changed. I’m curious.” She bit her bottom lip and I couldn’t resist giving her exactly what she wanted.
I knew I was fucked, because she made me weak, but I had no other choice.
“Okay, let’s go,” I said and she followed me out to my bike.
I made us drinks while Leah looked around the living room.
Five years ago, this apartment had been recently purchased by me and barely had any furniture or anything else.
We would come back here from the bar and have sex on the couch or in the kitchen. Then I would drive her back to her parents home where she’d sneak back in through the window to her bedroom.
“Wow. This place doesn’t look anything like it did back then,” she commented. I brought over two glasses of whiskey on rocks. Back when I first knew her, she didn’t drink anything but ciders and even those made her very drunk very quickly.
I could see a lot had changed with her too since then.
She took the glass from me and knocked back the whiskey in one shot. Her eyes became glazed when she looked at me again.
“It’s been five years,” I replied.
She nodded to that. “And you have moved on with your life.”
“I needed to furnish the place, so I did.”
“So you have a bed now?” she asked with a smile.
