Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 198

Hello, Mother-1

The next few days are a blur.

They all mesh together and I can only say that I've eaten and gotten out of bed because of Zaid's careful encouragement.

I avoid my phone like the plague. I don't even dare to turn on the T.V., unwilling to see the chaos that's unfolding online.

Back in Florida, it was like a wildfire. Once people at my school found out about what happened, it turned for the worst. People would look at me as they whispered in the corners with their friends.

Some students that I had never even talked to, were doing interviews, or posting videos about how they know the girl that survived that terrible crash. It was a constant reminder that my life had been torn apart.

I imagine the same will happen here, and it might be worst. There was no doubt that I was a victim in Florida, but when it comes to things like this, women have been villianized more than once.

Zaid, Aiden and Jake have been accommodating. They don't bring it up and I've been able to stay in my bubble. They're attentive physically, their touches taking me out of reality.

Last night was a good one, and I wake up in our bedroom this morning with satisfaction between my legs. The giant bed swallows me whole and I frown when

I notice that I'm

alone.

me as I shift, my

en-suite bathroom. Poking my head in, I find Zaid under the stream, head bowed, hands braced against the tiles. My mouth waters at the sight of

don't disturb him, though. He's been beside me non stop and he deserves a

himself. I slip out of the

the bottom step, I pause. Jake is standing in front of the TV, shirtless, his back muscles straining,

1/3

Hello, Mother-1

tension rolling

and my breath catches in my throat.

1. on.

but my gaze is immediately drawn to the screen where Sadie sits across from them, speaking animatedly with a smile on her face. I hear my name before

my honesty. My testimony

out of me

the sound, his expression darkening before he immediately shuts the T.V. off. He moves toward me, cupping my face, his thumbs gently wiping at tears

whisper, but I don't know how to finish