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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throat, and I shake my head, forcing myself to focus on

racks through me and I cover my mouth. It's

such a dumb thing to cry about now. He hasn't even been gone for

body shakes

that this is making me lose it. I don't

wrapping myself in a towel as I settle in front of my vanity. Slowly, methodically, I start on my makeup. Light, dewy foundation, a soft shimmer on my

finished, I turn 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;

runs daringly high, brushing 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

plunges low, skimming down to

exposed.

It's terribly out of my comfort. With a sigh, I smooth

down, turning slowly to study

the mirror looks bold. Exactly

jolts me

Aiden's voice

the mirror, swallowing the lump in my

the door, Aiden stands there, leaning casually against the

his mouth quirks into

his gaze lingering

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suppress the

to my chest, pushing me into the room as he closes the door behind him.

at

his knees in front 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 down

"I can't go commando!"

one, and makes me step out of them.

it's fucking sexy."

"Aiden," I grit.