Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 107

Terrible Liar

I take my time in the shower, letting the hot water turn my skin red.

When I'm practically pruned all over, I step out and dry myself, grabbing the clothes I had brought in from my room. My bra and underwear are mismatched, and I roll my eyes as I look at myself in the mirror.

Jake had told me all those weeks ago that he would look for them but he never said anything else about them. My jeans are tight, and I suck in my belly to pull the zipper up. When I go back to reach for my shirt, I click my tongue.

Shit, I forgot my shirt in my room.

I stick my head out of the bathroom and when it's all clear, I quickly make my way down to hall to my room. I set my hand on the doorknob when I feel a chill down my spine.

Immediately, I know it's Zaid.

I twist my head to the end of the hallway, tensing when I catch him looking at me. He tilts his head, a slow smirk lifting his lips. I wrap my arms around myself to hide from his perusal.

He makes me hot, wanting, but I will not be the first to cave. His eyes drop to my chest, to my black lacey bra.

Then his entire expression changes. His eyes grow dark, and that smirk leaves his lips, replaced with a shocked, parted mouth.

His eyes flinch as he takes me in, his chest heaving. That stare of his bears into me and I hate the way he's looking at me, like I'm some alien, a monster he cannot stand to be in

the same room with.

He turns from me quickly and heads back into his room. I shake the awkward encounter from my head and step into my room. I find my shirt on my bed and reach for it.

I barely touch it when the door to my room slams open. Zaid stands there, hands in fists and red-faced. "Does Aiden know?"

I frown at him. "What?"

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"Does Aiden know?" There's a wide-eyed look on his face and it's freaking me out.

I shake my head, lifting my hands to show him how confused I am. "Know what?" "That you slept with our dad?"

God. No. No,

stops. My breath catches in my throat, and for a split second, I wonder if I've heard him

looking at me, dark eyes sharp, arms crossed, his jaw clenched so tight I can almost hear his teeth

knows.

first thing that comes to mind is to

"I didn't-"

flaring. "We've been over

with heat, mortification, guilt, panic. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I'm frozen

Shit. "But I didn't-"

if you slept with him. I

doesn't move, but his features begin to soften as he looks at me. Maybe he can see how bad I

know.

whisper, running a hand

just stares at me. Then he swipes a hand down his face, sighing like he's holding back everything he wants to throw at me. "Are

"Are you?" I whisper.

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keep my breathing study) tip mini face for an

Per desent't say anything.

my wies cracking. "I

Let's que hardens. "When?"

but it sounds pathetic, even to my own

cuffs, taking his head.

grabbing his wrist. "Please, don't tell him. I will tell him, I swear. Be it has to be me, Zaid. It has to come

tense under my touch, and the frustration radiating off him is palpable.

favour. I just I don't know how. How

slept with his fathe

quiries and eyebrow eyes narrowing. "You think that's what's

heat hammers in my chest. "What

but you've been lying to him," Zaid says,

Ilam I whisper

us, until finally, he exhales and pulls his wrist free to cup my face. "I meant it when I said that you were in charge here. Everything we do is up to

tum hot, my stomach

lie to

It it doesn't bother

you to be