Page 41 of Aidan (The Doherty Mafia)
Twenty-One
Aidan
When I woke up the next morning, I reached for Leah immediately in my bed. It was instinctual. It was like my body acted before my brain even had a chance to think. I sat up straight in bed and then I heard her softly humming in the kitchen. She was making us breakfast.
Fuck.
This was getting out of hand.
I rubbed my face vigorously like I was trying to wipe off a stain.
The last few days spent with Leah had completely changed things around.
Right until I got that fateful phone call from her—I coped. I lived life. Did my job. Lived the best way I had learned how to for the past five years.
And now I was here, falling back in love with a girl I’d vowed to forget.
Was Colin right? Did I really know what I was doing?
No, I didn’t.
The more time I spent with her, the more this turned into a relationship, rather than a fast fuck.
We woke up with each other every morning now. I fell back into my addiction to her. I wanted to see her every day. Every night. For fuck’s sake—I introduced her to my family. She was there at my brother’s engagement party!
I jumped out of bed like I’d been burned.
I couldn’t be in a relationship right now. We were in the middle of a war and I didn’t need the liability of a woman in my life.
More importantly, if she ran from me once—what was to say she wouldn’t do it again? How could I trust her?
How could I trust myself to hold on to her this time?
Spending any amount of time with Leah was a bad idea and we had spent too much time together already.
While I put on my pants, Leah emerged from behind the bedroom door. She wore nothing but an apron.
Her tits were big and luscious, just ripe for the picking. The apron barely covered her pussy and her ass was on full display. She had a bright smile on her face. Undoubtedly, she could see the effect her body had on me.
I was already hard.
I had no self control when it came to her.
“Breakfast? I made eggs and bacon. We’re out of creamer for the coffee, but I managed to make one mug for you with what was left.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
All this sounded too fucking domestic for me to handle.
I put on a shirt and followed her into the kitchen where I saw she had rearranged a few things on the counter. She’d even found a tablecloth for the table. I had to admit the kitchen looked brighter and neater. Leah was taking over my life and I needed to act fast.
I needed to push her out of my life before she got too comfortable here.
I couldn’t make myself eat the breakfast she’d cooked for me.
She stood there in my kitchen, wearing nothing but an apron, with a spatula in her hand and her face shining with joy and happiness.
I couldn’t do this anymore.
I needed to force myself to end things between us, especially now that my family was involved and I hadn’t been completely honest with them. I needed her out of my life and I wanted answers.
I put my cutlery down with a bang on the table as she stood over me, pouring freshly squeezed orange juice into a glass.
There was nothing I wanted to do more than pull her down and fuck her right there on the kitchen table.
“What were you doing with that guy?” I blurted.
Leah stopped pouring. Her face went ashen pale and she stared at me like a deer caught in the headlights would.
I could see her bare skin prickling with goosebumps now. She sure wished she’d put some clothes on.
“Who are you talking about? Is this someone at the party last night?” she asked meekly.
I noticed how she quickly stepped away from me, busying herself with putting the jug of orange juice away.
“No, this isn’t about last night. The guy who met you outside your apartment a couple of days ago. The guy who works for Aldo Baron.”
Leah still had her back turned to me. I wanted to see her face—look into her eyes, but I didn’t want to physically force her to talk. Not yet.
“You followed me?” she finally whispered.
I stood up. With two long strides, I’d closed the gap between us. I placed a hand on her shoulder and spun her around.
Her naked body was fucking distracting. My cock throbbed with desire for her and my brain tried to take control of the situation at the same time. This was a fucking disaster!
“You need to tell me exactly what you were doing talking to a guy who works for our family rival.”
“Aidan! You followed me! Why were you watching me?” She screamed this time and shook my hand off her shoulder.
