Chapter 49

It's Not About Love

I hear the screech of Aiden's chair against the floor and his footsteps as he follows me to the foyer.

He catches my hand, intertwining our fingers as he turns me to face him. He has to lower his head to look at me, and he cups my cheek with his hand. "Alina?"

I close my eyes and hum in response.

"Are you okay? I know this is weird, but we can deal with it. It doesn't all have to be bad."

I nod, letting my head drop against his chest.

"Do you want to stay over tonight?"

"I want to, but I think I need to go home. Talk to my mom."

He sighs. "Yeah, I guess that's the smart thing to do."

Mother stomps down the hall, apologizing to Jake and Aiden. She stops only for a second

beside me.

"You're coming home with me. Say goodbye," she whispers into my ear, low and angry.

She squeezes Aiden's bicep and smiles at him. "Goodnight, Aiden. We'll see each other

soon, I hope."

Aiden nods, watching her walk away before returning his attention back to me. "Text me,

okay? I want to make sure you're okay after your... conversation."

I try to smile, but I'm cut off as he leans toward me, cupping the back of my neck. He kisses me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck and push myself to the tips of my toes as I welcome the deep kiss, the warm caress of his

tongue.

Fuck, I don't want to go home.

Jake clears his throat behind

shoot him a glare and say a quick goodbye before following my mother out of

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mind races, and I notice

even happen? My mother is marrying Jake,

barely shut before my mother spins around, eyes blazing.

shut my mouth and look at

her arms over her chest. "Do you have any

sharp, barely containing the

like she never

embarrassing me.

think about marrying him? What about

like she's already tired of the conversation. "Don't throw your father

It's about stability. It's about a life I've always dreamed of but never

were being serious. You're moving way too

man I lost my virginity to,

laughs, the sound biting into my brain. "Don't lecture me. I'm your mother.

the adult here."

me. “You think

I don't have to love him to marry him. He's already promised me that I won't have to share a room or... anything else with him. He can provide, and he's

ridiculous than the last. I hate, hate, desperately hate the fact that it makes me feel better to hear

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they don't plan

all about the money, then? Not

being so naïve, Alina. Life isn't some fairytale, and marriages don't need to be built on love to work.

with your father, and I will never

death evident. For the

like

there was a time she loved

her throat, straightening her expression.

practical. I don't need to 'like' him for it to serve

at her, stunned, and words fail me.

to my

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