Page 10 of Untouchable

Dipping past the thin piece of fabric, Aiden’s thumb begins slowly circling over my clit. A soft moan escapes my lips that he quickly swallows with his mouth. Slipping down farther, I let out another moan as he pushes a finger inside of me. Aiden works me for a few moments before adding another.

This isn’t anything new to us, obviously. We have been together for 2 years now and we are both adults. We have done everything, well, almost everything. Despite being together for so long and loving him, I have yet to take thatfinalstep with Aiden.

Coming from the family that I do it is expected that I remain a virgin until my wedding night. My mother has taught me from a young age that my virginity is something special that I should only give to the man that I plan on spending the rest of my life with. Even though I know I want that person to be Aiden, I also know my father would probably snap his neck if he ever found out we crossed the line. Honestly, he would probably kill him if he knew that we have done everything but. I have always been a daddy’s girl and my daddy just so happens to be the Boss of the Mariano family, so for all of our sakes, we are waiting.

Aiden has been completely understanding and has repeated that he wants it to be on my time and that he would wait as long as it takes. When I remind him that I plan on staying a virgin until my wedding night he just smiles and nods like that isn’t a problem at all. How could I not love this man?

I gently move my hips, trying to chase the orgasm that is just at the brink of releasing. Aiden’s speed picks up and I let out a louder moan as I feel my body start to tighten when…the door to the theater room opens.

I quickly sink lower into the couch and Aiden withdraws his hand with an irritated growl before he adjusts himself and turns to look at our intruder with a glare. I have a matching scowl of my own as I turn to look, my scowl only deepening when I see who is responsible for my interrupted orgasm.

Alessandro is standing in the doorway, arms crossed against his wide chest, his face devoid of any emotion. This is the Alessandro I now know. Stoic, silent and a total asshole.

Since my 18th birthday, things between Alessandro and I were never the same. It was like with a flip of a switch, we went from being lifelong best friends to barely tolerable strangers. I tried to get him to talk to me a few days later, practically begged him to tell me what had happened, what I did to deserve being stood up like that.

“Alessandro, just talk to me!” I snap as I grab his forearm and pull him down a side hallway.

I have tried to be patient and wait for the apology that he so clearly owes me after completely blowing me off 3 days ago, but patience has never really been my forte.

“About what?” He asks casually, too casually to actually be so. He has a wall up and I seriously can’t figure out why.

“About what?” I scoff as I shake my head. “About why you didn’t wish me a happy birthday, about why you didn’t show up to my party. Maybe about why you haven’t spoken to me in days?”

He shrugs nonchalantly as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Nothing to tell. I was sick. Sorry I missed your party. I heard you had people there to keep you company though, so I don’t see what the big deal is.”

My mouth drops open a bit at his bullshit attitude. This isn’t Alessandro, not the guy I grew up knowing, the one I grew up loving.

“Seriously? The big deal is that my best friend totally blew off my birthday and is now ghosting me. The big deal is that you knew how important you being there was to me, and you chose to stand me up anyways.”

He scoffs, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“I was sick, okay? Shit, despite what you may think, the world doesn’t actually revolve around you, Princess.”

The way he spits Princess has me physically taking a step back in shock. He knows how much I hate that nickname. He knows that it bothers me, he has even said on multiple occasions that the only people that call me Princess are the ones who don’t truly know me. How do I act like the world revolves around me? How could he even think that? I am not the one out of line here.

“I don’t know what your deal is, but I am not going to stand here and let you treat me like shit when I have done nothing wrong.”

Alessandro lets out a humorless laugh as he uncrosses his arms.

“Yeah, because you are just little miss perfect, right? Never a hair out of place or a word misspoken. You are mommy and daddy’s special little girl who eats off a diamond encrusted spoon while you are fed caviar and rubies. Nothing is ever your fault; it is always everyone else.”

“Where is this even coming from? We have been best friends for 18 years and now all of the sudden you have all of this built-up hate for me?” I ask, hoping that the hurt in my voice doesn’t bleed through too much.

“Whatever,” he says as he brushes past me without a backwards glance.

“Alessandro!” I shout as I stomp my foot like a 2-year-old.

I know I look ridiculous but damnit, he never doesn’t listen to me or at least hear me out. He has never turned his back on me physically or metaphorically a day in my life.

I listen to his heavy footsteps as they sound through the house before making their way to the foyer and out the door. When I hear the solid thunk of the door shutting, I slide down to the floor, my head in my hands, and cry till my eyes ache.

Shaking myself out of that particularly painful memory, I make sure to pull my dress down where it had ridden up before I stand, placing my hands on my hips as I narrow my eyes.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” I snap.

“Time to go,” he says casually, like I never even asked a question.

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