Chapter 19

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Hunter has his arms wrapped around my shoulders providing me some of his body heat as we stand outside the hotel. The chilly breeze fans my cheeks and nose making them turn scarlet. The sidewalks outside are pretty much full, with mostly people going out.

"Can't we go clubbing!?" The blonde bimbo asks excitedly, batting her eyelashes at Aiden, who's stands close to me and Hunter, before looking at everybody else.

"Yeah, I need to find someone to bang." Tristan mutters, stretching his arms, his black suit jacket stretching along.

"STD", I mutter, making Hunter, Joey and Aiden chuckle since they're standing nearby.

"Yeah, are you in guys?" Combio asks, sending me a small smile.

"It would be nice but, Avery has scholl tomorrow and I don't want her in a place like that." Xavier says. I roll my eyes.

"You guys go, I'll take Avery home, I'm not in the mood for clubbing anyway." Aiden says. I look at him, he seems serious, but I know better.

My heart flutters at his request. I'm not mad anymore, well maybe a little, but I'm mostly irritated with this bitch who thinks she can take Aiden from me.

Well, maybe she can.

I sigh, silently. The thought of Aiden leaving me to be with someone else makes my heart clench.

"No! Baby! Come on! Don't you guys have a dri-" A certain blonde is cut off by Hunter. "Thanks man." He unwraps his arms around me and I bid everyone goodbye.

I walk over to Aiden, who's gotten his car back from the valet. He holds the passenger door open for me and I climb in, without a second glance his way.

The first minutes of the drive back are quiet. I'm leaning against my elbow, which is propped up against the tanned window of Aiden's lamborghini.

I watch as we leave the brightly lit city of New York behind us.

The dark sky seems bigger as he drives further and further up the highway. The stars seem brighter and the few cars we speed by, look like flashing shadows in my eyes.

"Were you serious when you said about moving to L.A?" The question caught me off guard and I don't even think before answering.

"No", I mumble.

"Why did you say that, then?" He asks knowingly but I ignore him.

The car comes to an abrupt halt at the side of the road, the wheels screeching against the pavement. My head shots up when I hear Aiden's door slam open then closed. My eyes follow his dark, tall figure to my door.

He slams it open, with the same amounts of force he used for his and pulls my seat belt off, grabbing my knees and turning me around, so my feet are dangling outside.

He crouches down and look deep into my eyes.

"I swear that girl didn't mean anything. Ry, she was a one night stand, three years ago, she's never meant anything to me, I promise." He says determined, his eyes holding nothing by honesty.

"Okay", I answer flatly, and look down on my lap. The material of my jumpsuit becoming extremely interesting.

He lifts my chin again.

"Tell me what's wrong. We're not leaving until you do, so you better tell me the truth." He demands.

I sigh, "Look I'm just insecure okay? I mean look at her and look at me, I'm still in high school, I can't give you pleasure, so why me? Why would you want to do this thing we have with me and not with some mature, high school graduate, Victoria Secret model?"

The corners of his lips lift up, as if he's containing himself from smiling." 'cause I don't want anyone else. I love that you're not a high school graduate or a Victoria Secret model, I don't need for us to have sleep together-of course I wouldn't mind-to feel pleasure, I feel pleasured just by being with you and I love that you're not her or anyone else for that matter, Avery." He tells me, his eyes holding nothing but honesty."I don't want you to be anyone else. And don't think for a secind that I'll let you leave for L. A alone, I'm coming with you." I let out a giggle and shake my head.

"I told you I'm not going there, I'm not even sure of college yet." I shake my head.

He let's out a small chuckle and cups my cheeks, making me look at him.

"So we're okay?" He almost whispers.

"Yes", that what it takes for his lips to find mine in a hungry kiss.

I smash my lips against hers, telling her all the things words can't tell. She kisses me back just as much, her fingers tangling themselves through my hair, pulling a little making me groan.

I need to feel more if her.

I grab her hands, not breaking the kiss and pull her out of the car. My hands slide down her back and the curve of her ass unto they have a good hold of her upper tighs.

The cold air outside makes goosebumps stand on whatever exposed skin both of us have. The coldness making our crashing lips feel like melting ice cubes colliding together.

Her gorgeous legs wrap around my waist and I leans her against the car, to steady the both of us.

Her tongue makes it way into my mouth and mine explores every inch of hers, claiming her as mine.

She is mine.

I might even love her.

We pull away breathlessly, our foreheads leaning against each other as we look into each others eyes. Those eyes. Those green eyes that turned me soft.

Joey was right.

We sit back into the car and Aiden continues driving us back home, his hand resting on my tigh, building incredibly weird feelings in my stomach.

"Will you go on a date with me tomorrow?" He casually asks, catching me completely off guard. I turn my head and stare at him wide eyed, the shock evident on my face.

"Wh-what?" I stutter. I never thought he would ask me. Aiden doesn't seem like the guy to be going on dates.

"You heard me. Don't make me repeat myself sweetheart." He smirks.

"You mean like tomorrow? Like the day after today?" I ask dumbfounded.

"Yes", he chuckles and I take a deep intake of air, feeling my lungs start working on their own again.

"I would love to."I smile at him and he gives me a quick smile back before looking back at the road ahead.

He grips my hand, that was resting on his and brings it to his lips, letting them linger there for a few seconds in a loving kiss, before he puts our hands back on my tigh again.

"Good, I'll pick you up from Summer's at six." He smirks.

......

"I'm home!" I shout as soon as I get in the entryway, with Aiden behind me. He closes the door, just as Zach comes running in through the living room, with a controller in his hand.

"Aves, can yo-Aiden thank fuck! Can yo-wait where's the others?" He rambles on but curs himself off more times than I can count. "Clubbing, Aiden dropped me off." I eye him carefully and he nods, assuring Zach that I'm telling the truth. Partly.

"Well..." He trails off, eyeing both of us before shrugging and holding up his controller. I sweat internally. He doesn't suspect anything does he. No. I shake the ridiculous thought out of my head. If he did, he would confront us.

"Can you play with me? Parker went to sleep, I've been playing GTA for the past two hours."

"No, you're going to sleep, it's 1 a.m and you have school tomorrow."

Zach huffs in response and walks upstairs, slamming his bedroom door, something he does everytime he closes a door.

"Are you staying here?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands touching my waist, dangerously close to my butt. "Do you want me to stay here?" He leans down to whisper in my ear. His voice husky, sending waves of pleasurable chills down my spine.

I nod, unable to form any words in my current state.

"Then I will." He takes my hand and leads me upstairs to my room, closing the door in the process. I let go of his hand and grab my pyjamas that lay messily on my unmade bed. "Sorry for the mess." I mumble, scratching the back of my head as I look around my room.

Clothes are thrown in a pile next to my bookshelf and my books and papers from earlier this day lay scattered on the floor close to my desk, along with pillows, blankets and the new book I've started on.

"Princess, this isn't the first time I've seen you room like this. Calm down." He laughs, slipping his dark dress shoes off, and suit jacket off, letting them join the rest of my clothes on the floor. He jumps in the middle of my bed and looks at me expectantly. His arms behind his head.

I tilt my head to the side, realising I need to change."Mind turning around?" I ask amused.

"Yes." Hus face is serious, yet I can hear the playfulnes in his voice.

"Aiden. Turn around. Now."

He rolls his eyes and rolls over to his stomach, his face stuffed in between my pillows. I look at his back. The white button up, is thin enough to show the large scull tattoo covering almost his entire back, and the muscles flexing underneath it. Such a beautiful sight.

"Stop staring at my back and get dressed would you? I know I'm hot but no need to check me out when I'm trying to get comfortable, it creeps me out." I blush and throw a nearby pillow at him. I strip off my clothes and throw them were the pile is. I put on my cotton pyjama shorts and my black sports bra.

I climb in bed, after turning the lights off and tap Aiden's bicep so be can turn around.

His eyes take in my appearance, spending a little more time on my nearly exposed chest and stomach. Not in a perverted kind of way, more of a way of disbelief. A good way of disbelief. He then looks into my eyes. He shakes his head and cups my cheek with his hand as we both lay on our sides, facing each other.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers.

I blush and burry my face in his chest. Breathing in his woodsy levander scent. He chuckles and reaches over to turn off the bedside lamp.

Seconds before his hand reaches for the switch, a knock is heard on my door. I panic and take actions before I can let my mind process them; I push Aiden off the bed. He lands on the floor with a loud thud, but I don't get time to check on him. My door opens, revealing Zach in his boxers. Yes my brothers have a habit of walking around the house half naked. All of them.

"What was that sound?" He asks looking around my room.

Ignoring my racing heart and the cold droplets of sweat on my palms, I answer him.

"My phone, i-it fell on the floor!" I'm a good lier. I mentally smirk proudly.

"Your phones in your hands." His eyebrows scrunch up in confusion.

Well, fuck.

"Well, I picked it up, now what do you want? I'm tired!" I snap.

He lifts his hands up in defense and smriks. "What are you smirking at brat?"

He shakes his head, "just wanted to ask of you know when the guys are coming but, I guess you're hormonal so I better go. Goodnight Avery." He slams my door shut and I sigh in relief. That was weird.

"Are you okay?" I bit my lip, nervously, reaching my hand out for Aiden to grab. He lays on the bed again, a smirk on his face as he looks at me. "I guess I would be okay if you weren't hormonal." He chuckles when I hit his chest.

He rolls over so his laying on top of me. His arms wrapped around my waist and mine around his neck. His head laying on my chest.

"You're mine." He mumbles, I can tell he's almost asleep. "Only mine." I smile and nod agsint his head.

Hus arms tighten around me and he turns his head to look at me. "Goodnight princess." He kisses my cheeks and lays back down.

"Goodnight."

......

"He said dress nice, what the fuck does that mean, does he mean nice as in, casual nice or formal nice or just nice?" I panic, looking through the racks of clothes. Pink, purple, red. I've already been at at least eight different stores and haven't found anything. Summer and Ethan either agreed on something being disgusting or disagreed on something being good or not, which lead to me panicking that I haven't found something g to wear for my date with Aiden yet.

Today at school, this damn date was the only thing I could think of. I'm nervous. It not like I've never been on a date before it's just that I'm going on a date with a guy that I like. A guy that I really, really like. I even forgot to pay for lunch. I embarrassed myself in front of everyone that stood closest to me in line.

"Here, try this." Summer and Ethan say at the same time. They exchange a glare and hold the clothes they picked out.

I thank them quickly and grab the clothes, making my way to the fitting room.

We drove to the mall, after school and we've been here for a little over an hour. I still need to go to Summer's to shower and let my bestfriends do their magic tricks. Literally. I've got a pimple on my forehead and one of them needs to cover it up, which in this case might only be possible with magic.

I try on a royal blue, scatter dress with a deep v-cut and dark blue flower patterns on the top part.

I walk outside and Ethan starts laughing while Summer's eyes widen.

"Ethan you dumbass, why would you pick something like that? She looks like a three year old with unsaved legs." Summer scowls, slapping the back of his head lightly.

Yeah, I need to shave too.

"Next," she waves her hands dismisevly.

I end up showing them three other outfits. One with a skirt and blouse, that made me look like some seductive secretary-Ethans words not mine-and two other dresses, one red and one yellow.

I strip out of the yellow one and look at my last option.

A skin tight black dress with long sleeves, that seems to end around mid tigh. Not too formal but not too casual.

......

"And voila, see I even learned Italian, maybe Mr. Hottie will take a liking in me and leave your sorry ass." Ethan jokes. I burst out laughing and hit his arm playfully.

"One, you have a boyfriend, two, Aiden doesn't swing your way and three even if he did he's too obssesed with Avery anyway." Summer sends a wink my way.

"And four, that was French." I wink at Ethan who fakes a look of hurt before shrugging. "He's still a sight for sore eyes." He says dreamily, looking at the baby pink wall behind my head.

"Anyway, look at yourself in the mirror, and tell us of somethings wrong your knight in shining armour will be here soon." Summer smiles showing gesturing towards the full length mirror next to her bed.

The dress fits my body perfectly, showing of all of my curves and even making my butt look bigger. Well that's a good thing, I guess. Don't get me wrong I have a decent amount of fat on my backside, I would just like it a little bigger, not much.

My hair flows down in big waves and my makeup is natural. I don't look like myself if I wear much and to be honest, I like my skin. On my face, that is.

I nod in approval and they both grin.

"Turn around", Summer instructs and I do. I feel a smack on my booty and I glare at Summer playfully. "What? I gotta feel that ass." She smirks. I laugh at her, shaking my head.

.......

"Italian?" I grin at Aiden. He smiles and hold the restaurant door open for me.

The aroma of food hits my nostrils and I can already feel my mouth water.

"Yes, princess, Italian." He tightens his grip around my waist when a hostess leads us to a table on the outside padio, overlooking the river. The wind blows smoothly around us, the waters lapping against each others waves and the setting sun lits the whole outside in an incredebale shade of orange, almost golden like.

"Mr. De Rossi, Con una bella signora, non qualcosa che vediamo spesso, una ragazza?" An older man, in maybe his late fifties or early sixties walks up to us with a smile plastered on his lightly wrinkled face. He's dressed in all black, with a white waist aproon with the restaurants name written in the corner with red letters; Sapori D'Italia. The man is holding two menus so I assume he works here, and if he knows Aiden by his name, he might even own the place.

(With a beautiful lady, not something we see often, is she a girlfriend? "

"Sì, è la mia ragazza." I have no idea what he or the man said. My Italian roots seem none existent at times. All the time actually.

(Yes, she is my girlfriend.)

The man smiles widely at Aiden's response, whatever it was and looks at me with what I think is adoration.

"Approvo, now what would you guys like to drink." He asks politely

(I approve)

"A bottle of Pinot Gris", Aiden orders and it takes me a minute to notice that he's ordering wine. The man walks away and I turn to Aiden with a worried expression.

"Won't you get in trouble for giving an underage wine?"

"Princess, I don't get in trouble for anything I do, giving wine to an underage is nothing compared to what I've done." He teases and I chuckle a little, tho I can't help but wonder what the mafia really is like. I know they kill people but is it really that dangerous?

I scold myself. I'm dumb. They kill people of course it is that dangerous.

"Can I try?" He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "Try what?"

"You know...what you guys do." I look down on my lap when he sighs. "It's your choice but it's nothing you try, once inside there's no way back." He tells me, sadly. "Oh."

As if reading my mind, he grabs my hand that on the table and makes patterns with his thumb. "Nothing will happen to anyone, I promise we're all safe." I nod, smiling.

The man comes back with the wine, which was extremely sweet and fruity and I liked it, for it being my first time drinking wine. Aiden ordered sea food and we continued eating dinner with conversation flowing smoothly. The sky turned almost dark and had that navy blue colour, that made every building in New York brighter.

.......

"Oh my god", I stare at the open entryway with wide eyes. A huge floor to ceiling window is opposite the elevator me and Aiden just came out of and a spiral white stoarcase is on the left side, with a hallway that continues

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