“I’m getting you shit faced,” Aden says as I come out of the bathroom and hands me a glass of something.
“Sounds good to me.”
We end up in a club that’s decorated with dark red walls and black light fittings. I kind of feel like I’m in a vampire movie. I cling to Aden as we weave through the crowd to an empty table in the corner. Deep into the club you can only see if squint your eyes. As I go to sit down, Aden pulls me on his lap and slams his lips down on mine. He kisses me fiercely, tongue fighting against mine. I go from zero to sixty quicker than any car can, gripping his hair and moaning into his mouth.
“No holding back now,” he mumbles, kissing me again. I manoeuvre, so I’m straddling him, too turned on to care about anyone seeing.
My heart practically rips out of my chest when he hitches my dress up, caressing my things. Screw it; it’s dark in here. I unbutton his trousers and bite my lip as I slowly pull down the zip. He catches on quickly, running his finger along the inside of my thong, moving it to the side. I’m suddenly very thankful for the darkness.
I gasp, pressing my mouth into his shoulder as he enters me. My body feels like it’s going to burst into flames at his touch. I don’t know if it’s because we’re in public or not, but this is hotter than anything I have ever experienced before. I feel like I’m flying.
The music is loud so I can’t hear his moans, but I feel them vibrate in my mouth as his lips capture mine again. He’s got hold of my hips, pulling me back down on him sharply as he fucks me wildly. I cry out into his mouth, gripping his hair and bucking my hips, meeting his frantic pace. I’m not going to be long; I feel myself racing towards my orgasm. My heart flies, nipples strain against my bra, and I let go, convulsing hard around him.
Aden grunts, gripping my hips tighter the way I love and slams me down one more and then holds me still, coming long an. He comes long and hard.
I slip off his lap rearrange my dress, trying to slow my heavy breathing as I go. Aden has the biggest smile on his face, and I try not to look over because I know I’ll just laugh. “Enjoy that?” I ask sarcastically, already knowing the answer as my insides squirm at the memory.
“Yes, almost as much as you,” he replies.
I pick up my drink and narrow my eyes. “Bastard.”
“Millie, we need to leave in ten minutes. Come on, get up!” Aden shakes me again, and if I could move I would punch him. My head feels like it’s going to explode. He was the one plying me with shots last night; he has a fucking cheek trying to get me up right now.
“I don’t want to go,” I murmur into the pillow. “Your meetings are boring, I’m still drunk, and my head hurts. I don’t want to leave this bed.” It’s comfortable, like sleeping on a cloud.
He laughs, and I feel the bed dip as he lays down beside me. “I know they’re boring and that you’re still pissed, but I need you, babe.” He called me babe. I half sit up. “Please just act sober. You don’t have to say anything, but I could really do with the support.”
Why did he have to say that? I groan and lean over, pressing my face in his chest as he runs his hands through my hair. “Of course I’ll go, but I’m really not talking.”
“That’d be for the best, even if you weren’t drunk,” he jokes. Bastard.
I force myself up and stumble – quite literally – into the bathroom. Need to make self look normal and sober. I start by clumsily removing my smudged make-up and then turn the shower on. At least I can have one this morning. A string of swear words leave my mouth as I jump back from the freezing cold water pelting down at me. Aden is practically choking on toothpaste as he laughs.
He rinses his mouth and turns something else on in the shower. “Hot water.” I jump into the water to warm up again. Why was it cold? Before we went out last night I showered, and it was hot. Either turning the shower to cold is how the cleaning bitch gets her kicks or how Aden does.
The mirror is moving slightly as I attempt to apply some make-up, so I decide against eyeliner. Just mascara then, hopefully I’ll be able to keep it to my eyelashes.
A pair of black trousers and light blue blouse has been draped over the bed. Does Aden not trust me to throw together an outfit? I want to shout at him, but I don’t have the energy. The bed looks way too comfy, and I want nothing more than to climb back in it. I dress quickly, eager to get this over.
“Are you ready?” Aden asks.
Not at all. My head is still swimming, and I’m pretty sure I can still taste vodka. “Absolutely,” I reply, giggling as the floor tilts, making me stumble towards him.
“Act sober, Millie,” he says, handing me two pills.
I salute. “Will do, sir.” Aden groans and opens the door, handing me my handbag as I walk out, popping the pills in my mouth.
“Amelie, don’t march.” What? I’m marching? I laugh and try a little less to perfect my sober walk. I’ll never make an actress.
“Remember, don’t say anything,” Aden whispers we sit around the table in the same room. Apparently they have ‘ironed out the kinks’ yesterday, so today is just a case of signing and toasting the deal. I zip my mouth, lock it and throw away the key. Aden’s eyes widen in warning. “Millie.” I grin. No humour then.
“I get it. I’ll sit quietly.” He gives me one last half pleading/half terrified look and turns around as the others sit down. There’s a woman with them and my eyes widen. She’s wearing bright orange lipstick and she either can’t apply it properly, or she’s smudged it because there’s an orange chicken nugget shaped smudge just below her bottom lip.
Don’t look at her. Do not look at her. I clench my jaw.
“This is Mary,” nice suit says. I let Aden and Richard speak while I keep my eyes on my notepad. Why has no one told her? What bastards does she work with if no one tells her she has a lipstick smudge?
Beside me, I can see Aden tense, waiting. I won’t laugh, and I won’t say anything. Oh God I hate it when you shouldn’t laugh because that’s all you want to do.
I don’t look at Mary, but she’s in front of me and slightly to my right, so the orange nugget is facing me. She laughs at something Richard’s said and the nugget bobs. I look down further, letting out a burst of quiet laughter before correcting it. My jaw aches where I’m clenching it hard again.
Chicken nugget, I scribble down.
Aden’s eyes flick to the pad and then back up to me, where he looks at me warningly. A small smile tugs at the edge of his moth when he turns back and I know he’s seen it too. Not that it’s hard to miss – it’s bright orange!
Throughout the rest of the meeting, I sit still and pretended to take notes. I’m glad no one can see what I’m doodling because on the page is loads of stick people – about as artistic as I get – in different sex positions.
“Thank you,” Aden says, standing up and shaking hands with the three men and Mary McNugget. He’s grinning wide as nice suit opens a cupboard behind him, pulling out a bottle of champagne from a cooler. If I wasn’t feeling so delicate, I’d want a glass.
We’re ushered out when the booze is gone, and I’m relieved to not have to keep a straight face and closed mouth again. “How’d I do?” I whisper to Aden as we purposefully walk a little slower than Richard and Amanda.
“Great. Well apart from smiling like a psycho, grinning at Mary’s make-up mishap and drawing stick people porn.”
I laugh and press my side against his. “Great. I knew I’d done well. When are we leaving? I’m ready to go home now.”
“You want to go home?” he asks, raising his eyebrows in shock.
“Not that home. Just to England. Your home anyway, so we can try out some of the stick people’s positions.”
“Alright” he replies. “I like the second one you drew. I’ve always liked girl on top.”
“Just with me though, right?”
Aden chuckles. “Are you jealous at the thought of me with another woman?”
“Are you looking for a kick in the balls?”
/> He grins wider. “You are! Don’t worry, though, I’d break the legs of any man that looks at you.”
I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “Bit violent and creeperish, don’t you think?”
“Creeperish?” Grinning, I squeeze his sexy arse. “I love it when you’re intoxicated. I should get you drunk more often.”
As soon as we’re back in the hotel room, Aden pulls me down on the bed and kisses the top of my head. He doesn’t make any moves to remove any clothing, and I think that’s because I’m still a bit drunk. I quite like it, feels like we’re a real couple.
“You okay? Not feeling queasy or anything?” he asks, his warm breath blowing through my hair.
“I’m fine. Confused but fine.”
“Why are you confused?”
“Us,” I reply, dropping my eyes so I can’t see his reaction. Damn the fucking alcohol. I wouldn’t have said that if I wasn’t still slightly drunk.
“Why are you confused about us? Look at me, Millie,” he says softly, lifting my chin, so I look at him.
“What are we?”
Aden smiles and kisses me for a second. “We’re together… exclusively. So don’t even think about looking at anyone else.”
“Exclusively?” I repeat, and he nods. “Okay. Good.”
His blue eyes glow as he smiles. “I think so.”
“But secretly.”
“Discretely for now. We’ll send everyone post cards when everything settles down if you want.”
I shake my head. “Nah, my handwriting sucks.”
“Wow, I really lucked out getting you as my PA, huh?” he says dryly.
“How many other PA’s have slept with?” I know the answer to this already, but he falls silent. Why? The pause doesn’t look good. “Aden?”
“You’re the first of mine, you know that.” I don’t like where this was going. I push him away and sit up. “What’s wrong? Would you prefer me to lie?”
“No, I would prefer you not to screw the staff!” I snap.
“Millie, it was ages ago and one girl. Don’t overreact.”
“I’m not overreacting, I’m just reacting.” I don’t feel drunk anymore. “Does she still work with you?”
“No, she works for my dad’s company, never for me. This isn’t a big deal; it was ages ago, and we were both drunk at the summer barbeque. What are you freaking for?” He grabs my hand. “Millie, you need to stop second guessing everything. I’m with you. I only want you. I won’t cheat if that’s what you’re worried about?”
I roll my eyes. “I trust you. I just… I don’t know.”
“You were jealous.”
Yes, I am. Ridiculous, annoying, irrational, sickening jealously. “You suck.”
He laughs, stroking his fingers through my long hair. “I love your eyes.” Okay where did that come from?
“Really? I’ve always thought they’re quite boring. Harriet and Isabel have green eyes; they’re light and pretty. Mine are just dark and muddy like my dad and Oliver.”
“You don’t have muddy eyes. They’re hazel with a ring of green around the outside. Sometimes it’s greener than others. When you’re turned on, the green shines through.”
“Good to know,” I mutter.
He chuckles and kisses me. “Okay we need to pack. Our flight is early, and I’d rather not be rushing in the morning, especially knowing how cooperative you are first thing.”
I stick my finger up at him as he stands.
“No more freak outs, right?” I nod. I’m a woman; surely I’m allowed the occasional freak-out? Female hormones and all.
“Oh,” I say, suddenly remembering something. You owe me a proper date. Banging me in the corner of a club isn’t very romantic.”
Aden smirks and pulls our suitcases out from under the bed. “You loved it. I have a few romantic date ideas.”
“Yeah? What?”
“Banging you on rose petals.” He laughs and throws his clothes in the suitcase, not bothering to fold them. I do the same and in no time we’ve finished packing, and he’s throwing me back on the bed.
Chapter Thirteen
I push Aden off me, literally. It’s 5:02am and we’ve got to get to the bloody airport to catch our flight. Aden woke up earlier, hornier than fifteen-year-old boy and decided we don’t need the extra twenty minutes sleep before we absolutely had to get up. So now I’ve had about six hours sleep, maximum, and I can’t function properly without eight.
“We’re going to be late if we don’t get the hell out of here now.” Maybe I can sleep on the plane, and that way I won’t want to kill everyone.
“Get the hell out of here? Do you hate it that much?”
“No, I just want to get back to a Country that speaks my language.” Okay I know they speak English in Ireland, but I’ve had a hard time understanding the accent.
“No one speaks your language,” he mutters under his breath.
“What does that mean?”
Aden’s winces, realising I’d heard his not so quiet comment. Not my fault he can’t whisper properly. “It means that you’re impossible, frustrating and also slightly unstable.”
“Unstable?” What the bloody hell? “You’re telling me I’m crazy?”
His eyes widen. “No one’s ever told you that before?”
All right I was expecting an apology. “Hilarious,” I mutter sarcastically, turning on my heel and stomping off to the bathroom to get changed. His laugher pierces its way through the door. Bastard.
I dress in a pair of jeans and slightly low cut t-shirt. I really should have packed more clothes because right now I don’t want to give Aden a peek at the goodies.
“Forgiven me yet?” he asks as I emerge from the bathroom.
“Nope.”
“And how can I make it up to you?”
I smile sweetly. “You could tell me the name of your ex PA ho.”
Aden bursts out laughing. “First, she wasn’t ever my PA. And second, I won’t be telling you because you’ll make sarcastic little comments whenever we see her.”
Wait PA, she definitely was a PA. “Oh God, was it Amanda?”
“No! Millie, Amanda’s a lesbian.” He sighs. “She’s not his PA anymore. She has a different job.”
“Following her career are we?” Aden rolls his eyes, and I try not to laugh. “Just tell me. I won’t make any little comments.”
“I don’t see why you want to know.”
“Wouldn’t you?”
“No.”
What? Yes he would. He’s such a liar. “Really? So when you met Matt you didn’t care that something had happened between us?”
“Of course I cared. I wanted to punch him… repeatedly. I don’t want to know about it, though. I wish you hadn’t told me.” It technically wasn’t me that told him.
“So I shouldn’t tell you about the gimp masks?” God knows how I manage to keep a straight face, especially as I watch his mouth pop open. My mouth curves and I can’t stop a smile anymore. “You should have seen your face.”
“Oh very funny,” he replies dryly. I can’t believe he bought it for a while. Gimp masks actually freak me out. It would be like screwing Michael Myers from Halloween.
“Can we go now?”
“You really are eager to get home, aren’t you?”
“Yes. You owe me a proper date.”
Aden sits on the bed and stares at me. My heart flutters. I love how he looks at me, and I love that he accepts everything, my ‘unstableness’ and all. “What would you class as a proper date? You don’t seem like the expensive restaurant type.”
I scrunch my nose up. “I’m not. Their portions are tiny, and I have to eat again after. My idea of a perfect date is dinner somewhere non-expensive, drinks in a cocktail bar and then a live show. A singer, band, bowling or stand-up comedian. Anything fun.”
“I think I can do fun.”
Smirking, I sit down facing him and stroke down his collarbone. “I think so too.” He presses his lips to mi
ne, kissing me softly.
“You are a pervert, Millie.”
“I thought you liked that?”
He kisses me again and mumbles against my lips, “I love that.”
The word love coming from his mouth makes my heart skip a beat. Now I’m not the Alex Forrest type, so I’m not going to book the wedding. I know that he’s just referring to the fact that I can barely keep my hands off him but, still; it’s nice.
He grabs our suitcases, and we make our way down to reception to checkout. As we turn the corner he lets go of my hand, and I’m left feeling cold and disheartened. We go from love to secrets in a matter of minutes. Richard and Amanda are by reception waiting for us.
“Dad,” Aden says politely, handing our room keys into the lady behind the desk. I scowl at his stupid sexy back. I wish I didn’t like him as much as I do. I want to punch him with my now Adenless hand.
“Are you ready to go home, Millie?” Amanda asks, tapping away on her phone.
“Definitely,” I mumble in reply. I need to put a little distance between me and Aden. Maybe distance will help me get a grip? Probably not.
Richard and Amanda lead the way to our taxi, and I want to throw something at them. I don’t want to be left alone with Aden. His keeping us a secret crap is annoying and even though I agree with why we have to do it for a while; it still hurts.
Aden touches my arm. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” I snap, stepping to the side as I walk to get further away from him. I just need a few minutes to be hurt and then cool down. Can he not give me that?
“You’re pissed about something.”
“Please just drop it for now.” I pick up the pace and make a dive for the black taxi that’s parked on the side of the road.
The car ride is awkward. I ignore Aden staring at me and make small talk with Amanda. She doesn’t hide her relationship, even though hers isn’t what our backwards society classes as ‘normal’. Aden has no balls – metaphorically. He’s supposed to be like me and not care what others think. What happened to that guy?
I sigh and close my eyes. I’m being too hard on him? It’s not wrong of him to want to make his business a success, and I suppose sleeping with your PA doesn’t exactly promote professionalism. Why can’t I get a grip of my emotions when it comes to him? Everything I feel is ten times stronger. No one can piss me off so much or so quickly over nothing. I have no control over how I’m feeling, and I hate it.
Crossing the Line Page 12
