Page 52 of Donut Overthink It

“You wanna share a few things?” I ask. “How about I go first.” My mind is telling me to shut up, that this is not the time to share our pasts, but my mouth isn’t listening. I know it’s the alcohol I consumed when I got home after the benefit. I had two glasses of wine and then passed out only to be woken up by Mr. Jackass standing at my door. “My dad was a police officer. He was the greatest man I have ever known. He treated my mother and me like we were his world. He was loving. He was giving. And he worked hard to provide for us while putting his life on the line every time he walked out our door. When I was sixteen, I found out my mother was having an affair on my father with his partner.”

“I’m so sorry, Hadley …”

“His partner!” I growl. “The very man who was sitting in your conference room the other day. That man was like my second father up until he and my mother ruined that.” He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Then in the days to come, I found out it had been going on for years!” He reaches out to me, but I take a step back. “I won’t be that woman, Aiden. I won’t be like the very woman I despise.” Once I finish, my hands are clenched by my sides, and my heart races.

“I’m sorry about what happened between your mother and father, but Eve and I are not the same. And you are not the other woman.”

“Then what am I?” I demand.

This time when he steps up to me, I don’t pull away. Instead, my heavy eyes look up into his, and my breath comes quicker when his hand cups my cheek like it did moments ago. “You’re the one who deserves to be with the guy who is utterly obsessed with you. And I’m that guy, Hadley.”

My heart pounds harder as that anger from earlier starts to fade.

“I should have told you. But I … I didn’t think to, honestly. And then, after last Tuesday, I thought I wouldn’t need to.”

“I just … I can’t …” I can’t finish my sentence because I’m not sure what to say.

“Tell me it’s okay,” he demands softly.

“Okay to what?” I ask looking up at him.

He pulls me to him, and I don’t fight it. “Okay to want you. Okay to need you. Because I do, Hadley. I need you so fucking bad.”

“Aiden,” I say softly, feeling my resolve break.

“Hadley,” he whispers before his hand dips under my shirt. “Say okay.” It slides up my stomach and over my navel. I hitch in a breath when his large hand cups my breast. His lips lower, and I lick mine. They touch mine tenderly, and I kiss him back just as softly, wanting him to rip my shirt off and throw me up against the wall.

I place my palms on his chest and push him away. He removes his hand from under my shirt, and I stand there staring at him, taking another step back. I lick my lips, and his taste still lingers. He looks down at me, waiting for me to either kick him out or jump him. God, I want to do both. I want to hate him. I want to fuck him.

“Make a decision, Hadley,” he says as if he is reading my mind. “I’m running out of patience.”

I swallow nervously. “Patience?”

He nods once, his blue eyes looking me up and down. His right hand comes up to his mouth, and he runs his finger over his lips as a smirk grows. “The patience to let you choose,” he says when his eyes meet mine. “You can tell me you don’t want me, but that’d be a lie. Your eyes give you away.” My legs threaten to buckle. “Your nipples are hard. And we both know your pussy is wet.” He’s so right. “Now tell me I’m wrong.”

I shake my head, refusing to say it out loud.

His smirk grows into a full smile. “Take off your shirt,” he orders.

Without thought, my hands grab the hem of my shirt, and I lift it up and over my head. He hisses in a breath when his eyes fall on my breasts. And he was right. My nipples are hard for him. “Now your underwear.”

I bite my lip nervously, and he growls deep in his throat when I hook my fingers into my thin lace and slowly glide them down my legs for him.

I stand completely naked while he is fully dressed in black slacks and a white button-up shirt. “Are you going to fuck me or just stand there and stare at me?” I ask, but my voice was soft, giving away my nervousness even though I tried to sound like I had some courage. Like my knees aren’t shaking due to the alcohol and the feel of being completely exposed.

He smiles at me. One of those famous Kyle smiles that makes all girls fall to their knees. My heart pounds in my chest.

“I’m just gonna enjoy the view,” he states.

My eyes narrow on him, and I place my hands on my hips.

He chuckles as he takes a step back. He stops when the back of his knees hit the couch, and he falls onto it. His knees fall apart, and his hands rest on the back of the couch fanned out to the sides. His head tilts to the side, and his eyes look me up and down. “Come here,” he orders.

I make my way over to stand in front of him, expecting him to reach out and pull me to straddle him. Instead, he says, “Sit on the coffee table.”

I lower my ass to the cold surface. “Spread your legs.”

I take a deep breath and do as he says. His gaze drops to my soaked pussy, and he licks his lips. “Aiden,” I whisper roughly. What is he doing? Why is he just watching me while he sits there still dressed? My legs start to shake, the urge to close them strong.

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