Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 65

Wedding Day

It takes me a moment to gather myself. My blood is rushing through me and I squeeze my legs tight before moving and dressing.

I only put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and then wander through, the house, my footsteps quiet against the hardwood floors.

The heat of the moment and of Jake's touch have vanished and all that's left is a terrible embarrassment. The last thing I want to do right now is talk to mother.

On her wedding day.

On their wedding day.

I blow out a steady stream of air, hoping it will lessen the ache in my chest.

My mother is nowhere to be found, and with each empty room I check, I am more relieved.

I don't want to apologize. I didn't want to be there with Sadie on Zaid's arm. My cheeks heat, remembering how he watches me as I rode Aiden.

Fuck, what are these men doing to me? Why do they all make me feel things I have never felt before?

I search for a few more minutes, but I decide she's probably busy with last-minute things and getting ready. At least, if she's not full on avoiding me.

I decide to call it quits and head back up to my room. I pick up mine and Aiden's clothes from last night. There's no time to dwell on this shit show. For now, I need to pull myself together and get ready for the ceremony.

The hot water of the shower scalds my skin, but it washes away some of the tension knotting my shoulders. Steam curls around me as I try to clear my mind. The day feels like it's happening to someone else.

My mother is getting married.

To Jake.

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sends a strange, bitter taste to the back of my throat, and I shake my head, forcing myself to focus on the task at

and I cover my mouth.

dumb thing to cry about now. He hasn't even been gone for two years yet,

shakes with my

is making me lose it.

soft shimmer on my eyelids, and a bold, red-toned

to the dress hanging on the back of my door. The green fabric gleams in the dim light, silky and enticing. I slip it on; the material clinging

the curve of my hipbone as I adjust the fit. I twist my lips. The band of my black thong is visible and I hike it up more to see if

back plunges low, skimming down to my tailbone, leaving

exposed.

dress. It's terribly out of my

slowly to

looks bold. Exactly what

the door jolts me out of my

voice comes

glance at myself in the mirror, swallowing

leaning casually against the frame. His eyes

slightly as his mouth quirks into

his gaze lingering for a

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to suppress the heat

to my chest, pushing me into the room as he closes

at

of me. I watch him with a quirked eyebrow. He hooks a finger on the band of my thong. "It would look so much better

shake my

dragging them

"I can't go commando!"

by one, and makes me step out of them. "Oh, yes you can,

it's fucking sexy."

"Aiden," I grit.