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Fate Loves (Twist of Fate Book 3)

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by Tina Saxon


  “Well, we’re sorry for what transpired tonight. I’m sure Agent Webb will follow up on things on behalf of you and Agent Roberts.” Agent Webb? I tilt my head, unsure who that is. “Agent Drake Webb,” he says slowly.

  “Oh, Drake. Sorry, I didn’t remember his last name.”

  “I went to retrieve your things, but they told me you didn’t come with anything?” He gives me an unsure look. I think about my shoes and my purse, hoping they made it back with the girls.

  “Nope. Would you like your shoes back?” I ask, lifting my leg and flopping my shoe against my foot.

  His laugh echoes in the tiny office. “No, you can keep those courtesy of the Las Vegas Police Department.” He stands and walks around his desk. “You’ll find Agent Roberts outside, waiting on his Cinderella.” I look up to him and my brows furrow. Cinderella? What is he talking about? He flashes a lopsided grin and shakes his head. “You’ll understand,” he says as he ushers me out.

  As I walk outside, the heat hits me and helps thaw the cold from my bones. The building’s lights shine bright against the pitch-black sky. I don’t have a clue what time it is but it has to be after one in the morning since I was brought in around eleven. I can’t believe that asshole was a cop. I can’t believe I was arrested. I can’t believe the words that came out of Aiden’s mouth. Damn this night.

  Looking around, there are only a few people walking around out here. For a town that never sleeps, it’s awfully quiet right now, or maybe it’s just the part of town that people avoid. I find Aiden sitting halfway down the stairs, hunched over with his elbows on his knees. A lone heel sits beside him. I snicker. Cinderella. Where the hell is my other shoe?

  I walk down, taking each step slowly. The hurt left by his words hasn’t dissipated. Time has allowed me to understand his frustration. I know he’s a jealous man, but I will not accept him talking to me like that.

  I sit down next to him, stretching my feet out in front of me so I don’t flash anyone walking by. That’s all I need right now. “Have you found her yet?” I whisper.

  He turns his head toward me, lifting a confused brow.

  “The one who fits the shoe. Isn’t that how the story goes?” It’s been a long time since I saw the movie Cinderella. I was never into princess movies, so I could be wrong. I’ve seen current movies with Lexi, but the classics…it’s been awhile. He turns his head to his other side, looking at the shoe. He chuckles softly, picking it up.

  “They say the woman it fits will forgive her prince for being a jealous asshole.”

  I run my hand through my hair, looking up at the sky. I sigh heavily. “I can handle you being a jealous asshole. I’ve come to terms with that.” I turn back to meet his pleading eyes. I can see he’s sorry and I’m sure he’ll do anything to make it up to me. “But your words cut right through me tonight, hitting a target that they should never have been pointed at. Especially by you.”

  “I’m sorry,” he says, blinking back his tears. His hand scrapes over his jaw. “I shouldn’t have ever said that. You know I don’t think that way.” He reaches for my hand. “I just…” He pauses, shaking his head. “There’s no excuse. Nothing I say will justify my actions.”

  After a few silent beats, I let out a long exhale. “It’s been a long night. Let’s go back to the hotel.” I stand up and wait for him. He pushes off the cement, grabbing my shoe. He shows it to me as if to ask if I want it. “I’m a little afraid to ask, but where is my other one.”

  He looks toward the dirt field across the street. “I threw it over there,” he murmurs. It’s pitch black over there. There is no way we’re going to find my shoe tonight.

  “Well, it’s a good thing I was given some shoes, then.” I step down a few stairs and notice Aiden isn’t walking with me. I look back up at him. He’s staring at me with one hand stuffed in his pocket and the other holds my shoe. “Are you coming? Because I need a shower.” He nods. My heart hurts from the sad look in his eyes but my mind tells me he deserves it.

  The taxi pulls up in front of our hotel. A valet opens my door, and I slip out while Aiden pays. I look down at my lovely orange flip-flops, waiting. The valet looks down too and cocks his head, staring at them. When his eyes meet mine, I slightly narrow my eyes at him. “You’ve had some of these, haven’t you?” I chuckle, holding my foot up a little.

  He laughs and holds his hand up in the air. “I plead the fifth.”

  When Aiden exits the car, he notices the valet and puts his arm around me. Really? Now is not the time for your jealous bullshit. I look up and glare at him. He removes his arm from my waist. I shake my head in disbelief and walk into the hotel, proudly displaying my orange flip-flops, and feel Aiden walking behind me. I wait for him to pull out his room card to show the security guard so we can pass to the hotel elevators. The security guard catches a glimpse of my shoes and cocks his head, assessing me. Aiden whips out the card and ushers me past the asshole security guard. He can take his judgmental stare and fuck off. I’m not in the mood tonight.

  I kick off my shoes the second we walk into the room. Next stop, shower. My dress slides down my body easily, and I’m about to step into the shower when Aiden appears.

  “Wash off and I’ll run you a bath.”

  I manage a soft smile. I scrub the grime and stink off my body. I blow my nose, trying to get the smell of urine out of it. When I’m done, Aiden has left the bathroom, but my bath waits for me. After braiding my hair, I sink down into the hot water and listen to the television that Aiden has on in the next room. My eyes drift shut as my body finally relaxes.

  “Addison.” I open my eyes and Aiden is sitting on the tub. “You should probably get out now.” I move my arms out of the water and look at my wrinkled fingers. My knuckles on my right hand are already starting to bruise. Aiden stands up and holds out a towel for me to step into. He dries me off and I’m taken back to the first night we had sex. Goose bumps spread over my body. He pauses for a beat, noticing them on my legs, but continues just drying me off. He wraps the towel around me and lifts me, carrying me to bed. He’s already turned all the lights out except a dimmed lamp on the nightstand.

  The only thing he has on are basketball shorts. When he tucks me in, he slides in on his side then turns off the light. I quietly sigh, rolling to my side and stare at him. It’s pure blackness in here because of the thick curtains, but I have a feeling he’s looking at me, too. I blink a few times, wondering if I should say something.

  I close my eyes when I feel his hand on my cheek. His thumb caresses it. I turn and kiss the palm of his hand. He scoots over, pushing me over and lying on top of me. “I’m sorry,” he repeats as he presses his lips up and down my neck.

  “Shh,” I finally say. “I know.”

  His mouth captures mine and he pours his apology into his kiss. I skate my fingers up his back and weave them through his hair. When he pulls down his shorts, I help him slide them down his legs with my foot. “I love you,” he whispers on my lips as he enters me and I moan into his mouth. Our rhythm is slow and sensual. We’re chest to chest, heart to heart. There are no words, just the sounds of our heartbeats. His telling me he’s sorry and I’m saying I forgive you.

  Was that my phone? I rub the sleep from my eyes and open them to a dark room. Slits of light squeeze around the hotel curtain. I groan from the headache wreaking havoc in my brain right now. Rubbing my temples, I roll my head to an empty bed.

  “Aiden?”

  The only thing I hear is the air conditioner. I sit up and pull the cool sheets over me, covering my naked breasts. I squeeze my eyes shut, wincing. Maybe I sat up too fast or maybe I didn’t and just sitting up makes my head feel like it’s splitting open. My phone dings again, reminding me of what woke me up in the first place. I lean over to grab it and find a note from Aiden right beside it. He’s left me Advil and a bottled water with a demanding “take these” note. I drop my head on his pillow, taking deep breaths through the pain.

  Take the pills, Addison. For
cing myself back up, I swallow the pills and the entire bottle of water.

  Memories from last night flash through my mind and my eyelids fall heavy as I drift back to sleep. My phone rings, pulling me out of my sleep. I look around the still dark, cold room. No sign of Aiden. Reaching for my phone, I already know who’s calling because of the ringtone.

  “Good morning, Sydney,” I say, my voice raspy from sleep.

  “Good morning? It’s almost noon, girlfriend.” Noon? I sit up and run my hand though my hair. The Advil did its magic, but I wonder where Aiden is. “I’ve tried texting you, but you didn’t answer so I had to resort to calling you. Wake up,” she snaps into the phone.

  I chuckle into the phone. “I’m up.”

  “We’re all meeting for lunch at one. We have some news for you.” I hear one of the girls in the background telling Syd to be quiet.

  “News? What news? Please, don’t tell me anyone else went to jail last night?”

  Sydney giggles. “Nope, you’re the only jailbird in our group. Drake ended up meeting back up with us and telling us the whole story. Addie, only you.”

  “I know, right? A freaking cop,” I say, shaking my head, still not believing the turn of events last night. “Okay, when I find Aiden we’ll meet y’all downstairs at one.”

  “Oh, he’s with Damon working out.” Figures. I’m glad someone feels well enough to work out because I sure as hell don’t.

  I hang up the phone then stand and open the curtains. Sunlight pours into the room. The heat from the windows feels good on my cold body. I wonder what news they have for us. I can’t even imagine with that group. After grabbing a pair of panties and a bra, I head for the shower.

  Aiden should have been back by the time I was out of the shower, but I walk into an empty room. I pick up my phone off the bedside table to see if he’s texted me, but the only one I see on the screen is the one from Sydney earlier. Should I call him and tell him I’m up? He’s with Damon so I’m sure he already knows we’re meeting at one. Screw it, I’ll just start packing up and finish getting ready.

  Half an hour later, my hair is dried, my bags are packed, and I’m about to get dressed when Aiden walks in. Those gorgeous green eyes lock with mine. He’s wearing blue basketball shorts that hang low on his hips, and his sculpted, sweaty chest is begging me to touch it. He’s got his shirt gripped in his hand. My eyes slowly rake down his body. When I make my way up to his face, his tongue darts out to lick his lower lip. Desire tickles deep down in my stomach, and he flashes a knowing smile.

  He stalks over to me like he’s going to swallow me whole and throws his shirt on the bed. “That look will get you fucked. Every. Time.” I gasp when he picks me up.

  “Looking like that, I’ll let you,” I say flirtatiously, wrapping my legs around his waist. My eyes are hooded, and I bite my lip as my pulse starts to quicken. The look of raw, unadulterated lust and desire in his eyes makes heat streak up my body. I cup his neck and pull his lips to mine, demanding the feel of him. He growls into my mouth, taking back control with his tongue. His hand moves down my back and traces the lace on my thong, down my ass. He stops and flirts with my puckered entrance through my panties.

  “Fuck, I want to take you here, Addison,” he says, his voice a rasp against my lips. He presses more into me and my fingers grip his hair as the sensation deliciously burns through me. The heady feeling that he wants me everywhere makes me lose all sense of what is normal or taboo, pushing every inhibition I have out of my head.

  “Yes,” I breathe out. My voice is full of need. He groans as he tugs my panties aside and two fingers glide inside my sex. I’m drenched and throbbing. I rock against his fingers, begging for relief.

  “Jesus Christ,” he pants, “you’re so perfect.”

  He pulls his fingers out, and I bite his lip. He chuckles and smacks me on the ass. “Lie on the bed with that beautiful ass in the air,” he demands, walking us to the bed. When he puts me down, he spins me around, laying his hand on my back, pushing me to bend over. My face hits the cool comforter. My breathing is erratic. He unclasps my bra and it droops down in front of me so I pull my arms through it and throw it to the side. He presses his pelvis against me and leans over, kissing my back as he reaches around and pinches my nipple. I buck my hips against him and a sharp moan slips from my lips. “Don’t move,” he whispers into my ear.

  I hear him digging into a bag from behind me. Anticipation of what he’s going to do has me gripping the comforter, my nerves humming. I want to look what he’s doing, but he’s back quickly. He drags his fingers down my back, hooking them under my panties and slowly pulling them down my legs. I shudder when his tongue trails from my clit to my ass. My legs start to shake from tensing them up.

  “Put your knees on the bed.” He guides me forward, and I do what he says. I moan again, feeling his tongue circle my clit. His nipping, biting, and sucking has me screaming and my body jerks with spasms in a matter of minutes. He grips my hips so I can’t move against his punishing tongue. Before I can stop spinning, he’s at my entrance and pushes in slowly until he’s fully sheathed inside of me. He grunts, squeezing my thighs. I arch back against him, sticking my ass higher in the air, wanting to feel him deeper.

  “Fuck, Addison,” he hisses. “You’re going to make me come.”

  “Isn’t that the point,” I mutter, grinding my hips against him.

  He grips my hips, stopping me. “Not yet,” he growls loudly. I hear a bottle pop open and feel wetness go in between my butt cheeks. I fist the blanket, waiting. Something foreign touches me, and I jerk my head around. What is that? Aiden holds up a butt plug.

  “It’s just this. I thought we should start small,” he smirks and winks at me. He pistons his hips once, and I cry out as he reminds me how big he is. I’m good with starting small. He goes back to rubbing the plug against my ass.

  “That better be new,” I murmur. Where the hell did he get a butt plug?

  I hear him snicker behind me. He throws down something by my head. I glance and see it’s my bullet. Someone has been digging in my drawer. “You know what to do with it,” he commands softly. I pick it up and put it on my clit. Aiden starts to thrust his hips as he nudges the plug against my ass. He slowly slides it in, allowing me to get used to the feeling before going any farther. The initial pinch subsides quickly. When it’s all the way in, the sensations from the nerve endings back there make me gasp audibly. I arch my back, letting out a cry as he starts moving his hips. I can tell he’s losing control when his pace becomes almost frantic, filling me completely. He grunts under his breath every time he feels the plug rub against him. “Fuck,” he roars.

  “Oh…Oh…Aiden!” I scream out in ecstasy as the most intense orgasm explodes inside of me. The delicious burn is almost unbearable. Heat runs down his cock, and I bite down on the blanket to muffle my cries. He grips my hips again, thrusting one last time before his body tenses and he roars my name as we ride out our orgasms together.

  He falls forward on me, his chest heaving against my back. His body pushes the plug in, and I moan out in pleasure.

  “Holy shit,” he pants. “That was…amazing.” He kisses my back. “You’re amazing,” he whispers against my skin. I search for the bullet still buzzing somewhere under the covers. I press the little button on the back of it, turning it off when I find it. When Aiden pulls out, I still feel full, which is weird. Hmm…I’m not sure how I feel about this after the fact. It’s really awkward, actually. The sex haze has lifted, and I still have a butt plug in my ass.

  “Come on, gorgeous. Let’s go take a shower. We have people to meet.”

  I hold up a finger as I stand up and pinch my lips together. “Let me go to the bathroom first.” He arches his brow. “Everything okay?” he asks, his voice worried.

  “Yes. I just need to take care of this myself.” I point down toward my pelvis area, assuming he’ll know what I’m talking about. I can feel the rush of heat, slowly making its way to my cheeks.
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br />   “Sweetheart, you don’t have to be em–”

  I put my finger to his lips and shake my head. “Don’t. I’ll let you know when you can come in.” I walk backwards toward the bathroom, and Aiden drops his head and shakes it.

  Chapter twenty

  Aiden and I spot our friends huddled in the lobby. As soon as Sydney sees us coming, she breaks out into “Jail House Rock” by Elvis Presley.

  I sigh and roll my eyes. Why do I feel like I’m in a constant musical around these people?

  “Not funny,” I say.

  She stops singing and wrinkles her nose. “It kind of is.” She shrugs and laughs.

  “Well, I’m glad I had crazy Barb to keep me company.” I wonder if she’s still there? I tell the group about Barb and the stories that I’m positive she made up.

  “Guess who left together last night,” Bryn says. I look at her and then the rest of the group. I’m a little afraid to answer that. I recount the hookups between the eight of them. I know Jaxon and Katie are out. Sydney and Damon are out. I stare at Ryker, Max, Harper, and Bryn, debating who it might have been. “No! Not any of us,” she states. Ryker clears his throat and Harper blushes, hitting him on the chest. “I mean…” She stops and flusters. “I mean Drake and Coryn.”

  “That’s not all that happened last night,” Syd says in her singsong voice. I raise a curious brow.

  “I’m starving, let’s eat first,” Katie quickly says. I, again, look around the group and wonder what they aren’t telling us.

 

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