Novel: Alive [Chapter Thirteen], Rated R

Title: Alive [Chapter Thirteen]

Rating: R

Summary: Sage Alvi’s whole world turned upside-down when she lost her mother to cancer. Now forced to live with a father she never knew, she’s trying to navigate her way through a new home, city and school. To make things worse, her half-siblings hate her and she’s being bullied by the cool crowd. They say high school is hard, but this is just ridiculous.

Previous chapters here.

The car ride was thick with tension, the air filled with such uneasiness Sage wanted to scream. She kept stealing glances at Aidan but he didn’t seem to notice, his focus fully concentrated on the road ahead. At least his hand was on hers, their fingers intertwined together, and occasionally when he tightened his grip on her, she was comforted by the thought that he wasn’t completely out of her reach – despite the wall of silence he’d put up.

 

She had confessed to falling in love with him, and although not expecting him to say it back right away – ok, fine, a part of her really hoped he would – she also didn’t think he would shut down the way he had. Her outburst seemed to have caused him to withdraw into himself, first telling her he needed to be alone – leaving her sitting in his car at the airport parking lot for almost half an hour – and then, upon his return, declaring he was taking her home. No acknowledgement of her feelings, and definitely no discussion about it.

 

This cold facet of his was not something she was familiar with. Hell, even when they hated each other Aidan had been hot-blooded and fierce with his cutting remarks designed to bait and provoke a reaction in her, but this… she didn’t know how to deal with this and she didn’t like it one damn bit. Unfortunately she was also too much of a coward to do anything about it and so she remained silent along with him.

 

When he pulled into a hotel parking lot, she was caught off-guard. “Thought you were taking me back.”

 

“I’m tired. We’ll head out in the morning.”

 

She walked beside him as he carried her backpack, watched him while he booked them a room using a fake ID – all the while seething with frustration. Once they were alone in their room, she finally snapped. “What the fuck, Aidan? I tell you I’m in love with you and you act like I just gave you the time or something.”

 

Walking away, he sat down on one corner of the bed and proceeded to take his shoes off. “No, you said you think you’re falling in love with me. That’s not the same thing.”

 

“Yes, let’s bitch about semantics. That’ll make me feel better.”

 

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

 

“How about something? Anything? Instead of pretending like it never happened.”

 

“I wish you hadn’t said it. I wish you’d kept that to yourself.”

 

His words hurt far more than she’d expected. “Why? Because you don’t feel the same?”

 

Silence ensued while he simply sat there. She didn’t know what to do when he was acting this distant. This wasn’t like him, not at all. If anything, he was always the one pushing her to open up more, and now that she had – he just seemed like an entirely different person. Something wasn’t right. Unsure of what to do, she sat down next to him and reached out to touch his arm. Instantly he stiffened, his body rigid with tension. “Aidan, look at me.” He didn’t, his gaze still cast downward. “Look at me.”

 

“No.”

 

Reminding herself to be patient, she stood up, moved to kneel down in front of him and cupped his face gently. “What is it? What’s wrong?” Now that he was forced to meet her gaze, it was like a dam within him burst.

 

“I’m a fucking mess, Sage.”

 

The sudden onslaught of anguish in his voice broke her heart.  “No, you’re not.”

 

Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against hers. “You should be with someone better, not a fuck-up like me.”

 

“Oh, and you think you have the right to decide that for me?”

 

“That’s not what I meant.”

 

“I hope not, otherwise you just implied I’m too stupid to make my own choices.”

 

His eyebrows furrowed in irritation. “I’m really not in the mood for another fight. Can we talk about this tomorrow?”

 

“No!” she fired back. “You don’t get to say something that idiotic and then pull the ‘I’m tired’ card.”

 

“Fuck!” Frustrated, he fell back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling for a long while, quiet but restless, the hum of his soft breaths the only sound in the room. She contemplated prodding him to speak  but knew that would only make things worse. Instead she lay down beside him, waiting, watching, worrying. After what seemed like forever, he finally spoke.

 

“You know what’s the worst thing about being part of my family?”

 

Her stomach churned with anxiety. Remembering the scars on his body, she placed her hand on his chest – a gesture meant to comfort him as much as herself. “The beatings?”

 

He flinched at her use of the word. “No, it’s not what he does. It’s what he says. That if I wasn’t who I was, if I wasn’t such a fuck-up, if I was a good kid, better behaved, maybe more like Theo, then he wouldn’t have to discipline me.”

 

“Stop!” She covered her hand over his mouth. The thought of Aidan believing that crap simultaneously infuriated her and filled her with dread, and she had no idea how to deal with any of it. Sitting astride his hips, she directed him to lock eyes with her. “Your dad is the monster, he’s the fuck-up. Not you, never you. Nothing you do or ever did, nothing about who you are, justifies how he hurts you. Do you get that? Tell me you get that. Please.”

 

He kissed her palm before moving her hand to speak. “Why are you crying?”

 

“Because I’m pissed at you! I can’t believe you think that about yourself. How could you?”

 

“Because I’ve been told that my whole life. My dad, my mom. Even she thinks if I didn’t aggravate him, if I didn’t push his buttons, if I just acted like a goody two-shoes when he was around, then he wouldn’t-”

 

“Your mom’s a fucking idiot!” Sage spat out, and instantly regretted her venomous tone upon seeing the flash of anger on his face. When it came to his mom, Aidan was very protective – which was something she couldn’t quite understand considering the woman did nothing to stop the abuse her husband doled out at Aidan. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

 

“No, you shouldn’t have.” Reaching up to caress the length of her arms, his hands affectionately rubbed her sleeves. The heat of his touch cut right through the fabric and onto her skin, leaving her tingling all over. Aidan, however, didn’t seem to notice as he was lost in his thoughts, distant once again.

 

“Hey, talk to me,” she urged, running her fingers through his blond hair.

 

“Cat said I’m hard-wired to be fucked up.”

 

“And considering the bastion of intelligence and maturity that she is, no wonder you took dumb-as-fuck Barbie’s word for it.”

 

Focusing his attention back on her, a small smile played across his lips. “I love it when you get creative with your insults.”

 

“Does that mean you like me for my brain?”

 

His eyes twinkled with mischief. “That, your tits, and your exceptional oral skills.”

 

She smacked his chest. “Yeah well, I only like you for your looks.”

 

“And who can blame you? I am pretty hot.”

 

“And about as sexy as a Ken doll.”

 

“He is pretty fucking sexy.”

 

“Shut up.”

 

“I get so hot when you boss me around.”

 

There seemed to be a shift in his temperament now that he was flirting with her, but she knew him well enough to realise this was simply a way to distract her from discussing his self-esteem issues. Unfortunately for him, she wasn’t about to fall for it. When he tried to undo the button of her shirt, she snapped his hand away. “No, I want to talk.”

 

“Then by all means, talk. Don’t let me stop you.” His gaze wandered over her chest while his fingers busied themselves unbuttoning her shirt again. “If you’re naked, I’ll pay more attention.”

 

“Liar.”

 

He grinned, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the sight of his smile. Sometimes she forgot how strikingly beautiful he was, which seemed strange considering Aidan was supposed to be one of the hottest guys in school, but the fact was she just wasn’t attracted to him when he’d treated her like shit. And now, well, everything was different that she’d gotten to know the person underneath the layer of jackassery and fallen in love with him – yet his good looks still caught her by surprise.

 

As he removed her shirt and threw it to the floor, she became acutely aware of his hard body underneath her. When he ran his thumbs over her nipples, a sharp jolt of electricity surged through her and she trembled – not because of the blaring air conditioner and her being clad in just bra and jeans, but rather because of the stark desire in his gaze. Giving herself a mental shake, she willed herself to be strong. Maybe turning the tables on him was exactly what she needed to do.  “Aidan?” she murmured, granting him her most flirtatious smile.

 

He sat up, encircling her in his arms. “Yeah, babe?” He unhooked her bra, skimming his lips along her shoulders.

 

Fisting his hair, she forced him to look at her. “Do you like it when I suck you off?”

 

Swallowing an audible breath, he stilled for a minute. “The answer to that question,” he replied, his voice hoarse with desire, “is always yes.”

 

“Want me to do it now?”

 

Aidan cocked his eyebrow. “Yeah.”

 

She gave him a chaste kiss, nibbling his lower lip, before pulling back to look at him. “I will. I’ll do whatever you want, but promise me something.”

 

The greens in his eyes darkened, revealing his anger. “Now who’s manipulating who?”

 

“I don’t ever want to hear you call yourself a screw-up, or spout any of that bullshit your father says to you. Because none of it’s true. None of it. And if there’s a part of you that buys into his shit, just remember that I love you.” She kissed his left cheek, then the right cheek, before locking eyes with him again. “I love you exactly the way you are.”

 

The tension in him was palpable. His green eyes brimmed with an inexplicable darkness that worried her. She waited with bated breath, hoping he would reassure her he loved her too – but then reminded herself that that wasn’t important. What really mattered was that he believed he was worth loving.

 

And then, suddenly, he was no longer frozen but caught in a flurry of movement as his hand fisted the back of her hair, pulling her close, latching his mouth onto hers and kissing her with a fierceness that was both terrifying and thrilling.

 

While he removed her bra she struggled to do the same with his shirt but eventually gave up because there wasn’t any part of her could focus with his tongue assaulting her senses. His fingers traced and marked her skin, digging into her, rough at times and tender during others, playing and taunting, until Sage, breathless and frustrated, finally pulled away. Eyes locked with his, their breath ragged, she reached below to stroke him over his pants before unzipping him to pull out his cock.

 

The sight of him caused her to catch her breath.

 

Four nights ago she had given Aidan a handjob for the first time, initially intimidated and then enamored by his naked body. He may not have been the only guy she’d fooled around with, but what she shared with Aidan was so much more intimate than stolen moments with her crush from freshman year.

 

Three nights ago was the first time Sage had sucked him off.

 

Sometimes she wondered if he wanted her to do things differently and was too worried about her feelings to tell her, yet when they were together and she was the sole focus of his attention all of her insecurities seemed to vanish. Every part of her trembled under his gaze, secure in the knowledge he wanted her exactly how she was – inexperienced, imperfect and all.

 

Instinctively she slipped her fingers inside his mouth. His eyebrow quirked up as he regarded her with surprise and then awe, and the uncertainty she felt about using him to lubricate her hand disappeared. When she wrapped her fingers around his already slick cock, caressing him, he held her stare for only a minute before closing his eyes. Leaning into her for support, he groaned with pleasure against her neck, teeth scraping her skin, fingers bruising her while she pumped him slow and then fast, fast and then slow, working him in a rhythm that followed no pattern.

 

As she tried to untangle herself from his arms in an effort to kiss her way down his body, he lifted her in one swift motion, rolled over, and pinned her underneath him. Caught under the spell of his penetrating stare, her heart pounded erratically in her chest. “Don’t you want me to-”

 

“Shut up,” he ordered, an affectionate smile fleeting across his face as he lowered himself and dropped a kiss on her temple. His lips grazed across her eyelids, tracing along the curve of her nose, her lips, her neck. His mouth closed over her left nipple first, sucking on the puckered nub until she was a quivering bundle of nerves writhing underneath him, and the pleasure intensified even more when he followed suit with the other nipple. Her fingers threaded through his hair, clutching onto him for dear life. It was chaotic and intense, this maddening rush to possess and be possessed by him, and the more he laid claim to her the more she wanted to succumb.

 

A small bit of sanity returned once he sat back on his heels, positioned between her legs with his hands atop her bent knees, but it quickly diminished once she noted the potent hunger in his gaze. What was it about the way he looked at her that always left her feeling flustered, panicked, wild and out of control – as if she was about to jump off a cliff? And yet, despite the frenzy of all those volatile emotions he evoked, she also knew with complete certainty he’d be jumping right along with her.

 

Cupping her ass, he raised her hips to ease her jeans and panties down her legs. The cool breeze humming from the air conditioner struck her naked body but it was only heat she felt, heat emanating from the smoldering darkness in his eyes and the warmth of his breath as he nibbled the insides of her thighs. White-hot desire coursed through every nerve and crevice in her body but it all paled in comparison to the sudden shock of ecstasy that swept over her when his mouth found the most sensitive part of her. His tongue lavished her, his lips teasing her clit in such a way she almost jumped up in response, and he moved a hand to her stomach to hold her down.

 

He fucked her with his mouth and fingers and the pleasure built inside her, hurling her senses towards the ultimate explosion. Her fingers dug into the mattress to alleviate the pressure but it didn’t work and so she covered her hand over his and their fingers laced together in a tight grip. Although the force with which he clung to her was painful, it also forged a connection between them in the whirlwind of madness they were both drowning in.

 

She was his. He was hers. Nothing else mattered as long as they were together.

 

Her moans escalated to full pitch screams and when orgasm finally struck, it knocked her breathless. Ripples of pleasure flooded over her and she gave into the thrills, surrendering to it completely.

 

It was the act of him squeezing her hand that eventually brought her back to reality. She opened her eyes and found him studying her, a hesitant expression marking his face.

 

“Sage, you want me to stop?”

 

There was a fierce need in his voice but there was also concern. He looked torn, not wanting to push even though he was dying to sleep with her, and it was the fact that he would stop if she asked him to that finally assuaged her doubts. “Do you have a condom?”

 

His eyes glazed over with joy, and his face broke into a wicked grin. ‘Yeah, of course.”

 

She smirked. “You were that sure you were getting laid tonight?”

 

“Tonight? No, maybe not tonight.” He took a condom out from the back pocket of his trousers. “But I knew it was going to happen, sooner or later. Especially since you can’t keep your hands off of me.”

 

“Ah, ever so humble.”

 

“Modesty is for losers.”

 

“Arrogance will get you nowhere, Aidan.”

 

“Not true. It’ll get me inside you.”

 

She chuckled. “I should just tell you to go fuck yourself.”

 

“I’d rather fuck you. Way more fun that way.”

 

As he removed the last of his clothes, exposing all the scars that marred his body, her heart ached at the sight of them. How long would the marks be there? Would they ever go away? And then she was struck with the horrible thought of all the new wounds that would inevitably come next. With a father like his, it was only a matter of time.

 

“Babe, you still with me?”

 

Turning her attention back on him, she ran her hand down his chest. “Always.”

 

He greeted her with a sexy lopsided smile before ripping the condom package open.

 

Panic unfurled in her stomach like a great tidal wave as she watched Aidan slip on the condom. Although tender and beautiful in his intensity he was also entirely too hard in his current state, and knowing what was about to come next filled her with anxiety. How the hell was he supposed to fit inside her?  He was too big. The mechanics didn’t make any sense. And she knew – just knew – it was going to hurt like hell. Feeling flustered, her heart started palpitating, so much so she wondered if it could explode out of her chest.

 

“You okay?” His hand gently tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Still want to do this?”

 

Aidan had asked her before if she felt safe with him. At the time her answer had been no but now – she didn’t know. Her arms enclosed him, clinging to him, kissing him, and subsequently the fear began to drown in the hurried frenzy of passion that swelled over her. Except he didn’t seem to feel any of the urgency she did, not even when her hands swept down his back to cup his ass. Instead his fingers lingered on her skin, delicate and light as feather, while her excitement intensified to the point where she began to unravel from within. Heat coursed through her body, she tingled with excitement. Soon, his all-too-soft caresses were simply not enough. Reacting instinctively, she curved her legs around his waist and arched up against him.

 

He groaned, the guttural moan drenching in raw sexual energy, before rising above to study her. His gaze cast a spell over her and she lay utterly transfixed under him. Seconds, minutes, hours, she had no idea how much time transpired while she held his stare, lost within the dark desire in his eyes. Her hands ran between his shoulder blades, tracing the scars on his skin, when he bucked his hips to slip inside her.

 

The sensation of being penetrated was unlike anything she’d experienced before and she gasped, partly due to the discomfort but mostly because of this newly forged intimate bond between them.

 

Aidan whispered sweet nothings in her ear, cajoling her out of her frozen state, and the soft murmur of his words made her blush from head to toe. Slowly the physical awkwardness gave way to something different. It wasn’t pleasure – it hurt too much to be that – but simple exhilaration at the realisation she did feel safe with him. Finally she could accept that her feelings were real, genuine, and this all-consuming fire between them wasn’t born out of loneliness but something much more meaningful. They were connected forever; it was an undeniable fact, and she didn’t have to be afraid of what that meant anymore.

 

He lowered himself onto her, his weight pressed against her, their skin slick with sweat, arms and legs folded together so she didn’t know where he ended and she began.  As her body shifted and adjusted to take him in deeper with each thrust, she felt increasingly frantic, and clutched at his back to alleviate the heightened sensation.  Gripping him, she kissed the side of his face.

 

“Hold on.”

 

He rolled over in one swift motion and she found herself on top, straddling him. His hands curved around her waist, lifting her hips in slow strokes, and her eyes widened with surprise at the keen thrills of pleasure that ran through her.

 

“Like that?”

 

Her response was a soft moan as her head lolled back, breath coming out in short spurts. She was the one in control now, setting the rhythm, grinding her waist in circles around his cock.

 

“Sage!” he growled.

 

Body taut with anticipation, she was edging towards that ultimate rush when he grasped her tightly to maneuver her underneath him once again. Her eyes flew open, taking in the smouldering passion that burned in his gaze. His hands laced through her hair, tugging at her strands, and an expression of pure ecstasy crossed his face.

 

“Fuck!” He came hard inside her, his body shuddering at the intensity of it.

 

She held him for the next little while, caressing him lovingly while he buried his face in her shoulder.

 

When he spoke next, his voice was hoarse, breathless, and filled with disappointment. “Sorry.”

 

She tried to get him to look at her but he refused to budge, his face still resting in the crevice of her neck. “Aidan, it’s okay.”

 

He didn’t acknowledge her words, instead nipping her neck as his fingers found her way to her clit, thumb brushing against the tightened nub, teasing it, stroking it. Within seconds her body convulsed, trembling, tightening around him as pleasure flooded over her.

 

*****

 

Later that night she was awakened by the sound of Aidan closing the bathroom door. He climbed into bed beside her, she turned around to face him. Light streamed in through the window, casting shadows that danced across his skin.  Marvelling at his incandescent glow, she wondered how it was possible he could look so volatile yet serene at the same time. Then again, he was a study in contradictions. It was one of the things she loved about him.

 

Giving her a small smile, he pulled her close. His fingers played with her hair, hers drew lazy circles on his skin. The air hummed with comfortable silence between them.

 

“I wanted everything to be perfect for you.”

 

She smiled into his chest. “It was.”

 

“Come on. I couldn’t even wait long enough for you to come,” he said, sounding angry.

 

A soft blush spread across her cheeks (she still wasn’t used to discussing sex with the same frankness he did) but she forced the shyness aside. “It doesn’t matter.”

 

“Yeah, right.”

 

Remembering that Aidan measured his self-worth in how great he was at sex, she reached up to cup his face. He reluctantly met her gaze, the shame in his eyes breaking her heart. “My first time was with a guy I love. How many girls can say that?”

 

“Love isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

 

She pulled away, taken aback by the bitterness in his voice. There seemed to be nothing she could say to make him feel better, and was quickly reaching the point where she was too exhausted to try.

 

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, balancing his head on her pillow. “I know I’m being an ass.”

 

“Yeah, you are.”

 

“I told you, I wanted things to be perfect.”

 

“If they were, I wouldn’t be here with you right now. I’d still be in Chicago and you’d probably be with Cat.”

 

“Don’t bring her into this. She has nothing to do with us.”

 

“Except she’s my sister and you slept with her,” Sage pointed out, leveling him with a keen gaze. “Don’t you think that bothers me? That I really fucking hate it? But it happened, and there’s nothing I can do about it.” Turning her back on him, she faced the wall. “You keep telling me to accept things the way they are now. I’m trying, It’s not easy, but I am trying. Question is, are you?”

 

Resting his chin on her shoulders, he laced his fingers through hers. “She doesn’t matter, not anymore, and it’s not like I’m ever going to have sex with her again.”

 

“Because she dumped you?” Sage muttered.

 

He tucked his fingers under her chin and directed her to meet his gaze. “Because you’re the only one I want. You. That’s it. I’m done with hot girls.”

 

“Gee, thanks.”

 

“If I promise to stop acting like an ass, you swear to let it go and forget about Cat?”

 

“There’s no way in hell you’ll be able to keep that promise. You’re a born jackass.”

 

He smirked, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. “True. Okay, how about this? I promise never to fuck her again.”

 

“You mean that?”

 

“Yeah. Absolutely.”

 

“Even if we break up at some point?”

 

His body stiffened. A dark expression covered his face, reminding her how nervous she felt when the angry intensity in him took over. “We’re never breaking up.”

 

There wasn’t a hint of doubt in his words, his voice filled with complete confidence.

 

Before she could respond his mouth latched onto hers, kissing her with an urgency that left her incoherent and totally, completely caught in the spell he weaved.

*****

Present time

 

Picking up his pants from the floor, Aidan started dressing himself before taking a seat on one corner of the bed. As he put on a pair of socks, a sultry voice interrupted from behind.

 

“Leaving already?”

 

Looking over his shoulder, his appreciative gaze roved over Cat’s very naked, very sexy body. Straight, blond hair reached just above her shoulders, her tanned skin complimenting those striking blue eyes. She was fucking gorgeous and was fully aware of it.

 

He smirked. “Don’t want your boyfriend to come home early and find me here.”

 

Crawling into bed behind him, she rested her chin on his shoulders, her fingers undoing the very same buttons he’d just fastened. Her tongue traced the curve of his ear seductively. “Wouldn’t it be so much fun if he did?”

 

“You just want two guys to fight over you.”

 

“Well, duh. Who doesn’t?”

 

“I don’t like kicking a guy when he’s already down. And seeing as I just fucked his girlfriend-“

 

“Always the gentleman, I see.”

 

He stood up to search for his shoes, pausing momentarily to admire Cat’s small, perky breasts as she lay down on the bed in front of him. One thing he really admired about Cat was her absolute confidence in herself. Most women in his experience, especially the more beautiful ones, needed constant assurance about their looks. Cat, on the other hand, didn’t need or care for other’s opinions, the only one that mattered was her own.

 

“I was thinking-”

 

“That can’t be good.” Flashing an incorrigible smile, he fished out his shoes from underneath the bed where it must have landed earlier when they were ripping each other’s clothes off.

 

“Of moving back to LA,” she continued, ignoring him.

 

“And leaving poor Bob behind?”

 

“It’s Robert, not Bob, and yeah.  I’m getting tired of him. The other day he was talking about getting married.”

 

“To you? He’s obviously nuts.”

 

“Hey!” she protested, picking up on his mocking tone. “Anyway, marriage isn’t my thing, you know that. So I’m thinking of cutting him loose.”

 

“You can dump the guy and still live here. You don’t have to move back to California.”

 

“I’m tired of New York,” she sighed. “Maybe I can crash at your place for a few months.”

 

In the midst of knotting his tie, he stilled to give Cat an incredulous glance. “Because you’re hard up for cash?”

 

“No, asshole. I just thought it might be fun.”

 

Walking over to the dresser, he sprayed some mousse onto his hand and ran his fingers through his wet hair, attempting to rein it under control. Studying his reflection in the mirror, he regretted not shaving the scruff on his face when he showered earlier. Unfortunately he had a meeting with his agent in less than an hour and, considering that was the purpose of him coming to New York, it would be foolish of him to be late.

 

“Are you ignoring me?” Cat asked from behind, irritation evident in her tone.

 

He turned around. “Look, you and I both know that’s a horrible idea.”

 

“You can still sleep with other people,” she huffed. “I plan to.”

 

He smiled at her matter-of-fact tone. Always practical when it came to sex, Cat wasn’t one to be tied down by emotions. Another thing he admired  about her. “Let me think about it?”

 

Glaring at him, she sat up. “Are you kidding me?”

 

“What?” he snapped back. “I like my own space.”

 

“No, you’re worried if I stay with you I won’t let you mope around like you do now. That is, when you’re not fucking everything that moves.”

 

“That’s rich coming from you.”

 

“Fuck off! At least I’m not a pathetic loser who’s still hung up on a high school relationship.”

 

Furious rush of rage flooded over him but he refused to lose control in front of Cat. He knew damn well she would file that away in her memory and use it to taunt him in the future. “I’m not going to talk about this with you.”

 

“She dumped you. Get over it!”

 

“Says the girl begging to move in with her high school boyfriend.”

 

In one swift motion Cat picked up the lamp on the nightstand and threw it at him. He swerved out of the way just in time and the lamp struck the table instead, breaking into pieces upon contact.

 

“You really think she’s pining over you? Oh, please. She’s moved on to bigger and better things, unlike you who’s still chasing after her like a dog in heat.”

 

Although the thought of Sage being happy without him made Aidan want to retch, it also helped fuel his need for revenge, to destroy everything she held dear. Hell, her moving on was a good thing, he assured himself, because then the satisfaction of breaking her down would be even greater. And when the hold she had over him was finally severed, he would be free again. Normal. No longer consumed by Sage.  Lost in thought, he didn’t notice when Cat picked up a pillow and flung it at him.

 

“Hey Einstein, did you ever wonder why you still haven’t found her?” Cat taunted, a cruel sneer twisting her face into a hateful scorn.

 

Naked or not, she was the farthest thing from sexy at this very moment.

 

“I mean, even you can’t be that dumb. You must realise there’s a reason your private dicks haven’t turned up anything useful.”

 

His eyes narrowed on her face, his stomach twisting into coils. “What are you babbling about, Cat?”

 

She gave him a smug grin. “Dad’s been paying them off. I really thought you’d figure that out by now. Guess I gave you too much credit.”

 

At first it felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He was angry, then confused, and angry again, his emotions scurrying all over the place as her words registered in his brain. And then, just as suddenly, a cold, controlled calm settled over him. Everything fell into place, it all made sense again. Cat was right. He really should have figured out sooner why the private detectives he’d hired had never been able to get anything concrete on Sage, but in his quest for revenge logic had taken second place to his emotions.

 

“What? Nothing to say?”

 

She was waiting for him to explode, but he couldn’t care less about her needs. “Thanks, Cat. I’ll see you around.” Within seconds he was out of the apartment and heading towards his hotel, the appointment with his agent no longer a priority. Truthfully, he had far more important things to do, like going back to California and interrogating Thomas about Sage.

 

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4 thoughts on “Novel: Alive [Chapter Thirteen], Rated R

  1. Oh god amazing chapter .i loved it i can not tell you how much it costs me not to be able to read through it.so many feelings …i love aidan…

    1. Aw, I know I shouldn’t be happy to make you suffer but I am. I love my characters a lot. LOL. Sorry if that sounds vain but I really do. I poured my heart and soul into them so I get very happy to hear you’re enjoying them as much as I love writing them 🙂 Thanks for the support, as always 🙂

  2. Oh my God !!!! Lazeema !!!! What have you done to me ? I don’t even know where to start….I loved what happened in that hotel room. That was hot lol !!!! And also very sad. Aidan’s insecurity always breaks my heart. Sage is perfect for him, she understands him and always try to find the words to make him feel better. I hate his both parents for ruining his life and also that they didn’t gave him the love and attention they should have. Back then in high school he was ready to give up on all the other girls because he knew he would never find someone like Sage, that he would never feel the same way with someone else but her. By losing her, he lost himself too. The present day part had the same effect on me as the prologue, even more I would say because now I know the characters and the story a little bit more. And more important I love them both. So Aidan went back to the old habit and fuck around, even with Cat (I hate her !!!! LOL).
    I can’t wait to know why, when and how Sage left him ? And why she ran away from him? Their bond is so strong that it’s hard for me to think they lost each other. I wonder if the thirst of revenge that Aidan is feeling will still be here when he’ll find her. I have so many questions lol !! And you have all the answers Lazeema !!! You’re torturing us, but I also like it. The wait is going to be long. That chapter was perfect and so well written, I have no words !!! I loved it !! Thank you ❤❤❤
    Can’t wait !!

    1. LOL. I get so happy when someone says I’m torturing them with my stories. Hahahaha. I’m evil like that 😉 I think both of their tragic childhoods helped them forge a really unique and deep connection. Unfortunately when that connection severed, so did a part of himself. We don’t know what Sage is up to in present time or what happened with her, but we’ll find out soon. I know that’s no comfort though. Anyway, I love your enthusiasm and how excited you get about my stories. It really encourages me to keep writing and I’m very grateful for that! Thank you so much for the support, Amel!

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