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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of my throat, and I shake my head, forcing

surprised when a sob racks through me and I cover my mouth. It's all too

Which is such a dumb thing to cry about now.

body shakes with my

lose it. I don't want to feel

my vanity. Slowly, methodically, I start on my makeup. Light, dewy foundation, a soft shimmer on my eyelids, and a bold, red-toned lipstick. My hair is next. I

are 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; the material clinging

twist my lips. The band of my

plunges low, skimming down to my tailbone,

exposed.

this dress. It's terribly out of my

slowly to

mirror looks bold. Exactly what I don't feel

jolts

Aiden's voice

glance at myself in the mirror, swallowing the lump in my

casually against

mouth quirks into a lopsided

look..." He exhales softly, his gaze lingering for

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say, trying to suppress the heat

the room

at

smirks, dropping down to his knees in front of me. I watch him with a quirked eyebrow. He hooks a finger on the band of

shake my head. "No,

them down my

"I can't go commando!"

and makes me step out

it's fucking sexy."

"Aiden," I grit.