Call Him Sick | 18+

? 8. Bottoms Up

Need to speak with you.

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I sat idly in the living room of the mansion, kicking my feet in anticipation while waiting for Aiden to come downstairs and talk to me. I honestly wouldn't be so nervous if he would just be more direct in his messages instead of being so cryptic.

Aiden Accardi was the embodiment of cryptic behavior, and this became apparent to me the night of the banquet two days ago. The more I dwelled on it, the more I realized I truly knew nothing about this man.

I knew nothing about him, yet I knew the feeling of his touch. I knew nothing about him, but I could vividly recall how his long fingers traced my panties. As I sank deeper into the plush sofa of the living room, my thoughts continued to dwindle.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps descending the stairs and moving across the grey wooden kitchen floors adjacent to the living room. An open wall gave me a glimpse into the kitchen, but I couldn't see who it was.

Had Aiden forgotten he had messaged me to come over?

With an annoyed huff, I got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks, surprised to see that it wasn't Aiden rummaging through the large fridge. Instead, I saw the back of a young woman wearing shorts so small they might as well have been underwear and a large T-shirt pulled up in the back, a T-shirt I remembered Aiden taking off during one of our sessions.

The young woman snapped her head around, and I was instantly met with bright green eyes and a round face decorated with freckles. She looked like a model off duty with her blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun, and her skin glowed as if she had just finished a workout.

She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at me, her gaze wandering over me. "Can I help you?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and stood up a bit straighter. "I'm looking for Aiden," I murmured.

The blonde furrowed her brows before taking a clear water bottle from the fridge and sipping it in front of me. She gave me a bored expression before letting her hair down from the messy bun with a long sigh.

"Why?" she asked skeptically, glancing me over once again.

I narrowed my eyes at her subtly. I had no idea who this woman was and I had no idea why she felt I needed to answer to her.

"Can you just tell him I'm down stairs please?" I asked her, attempting my best to hide the growing annoyance in my voice.

She stared at me for a good five seconds before walking away. I could hear long legs trudging up the large staircase and her high pitched voice called for Aiden in a long drawn out squeal.

It wasn't long before she came back downstairs with a smug look on her face. She doesn't say anything but leaned back against the marble island, her emerald eyes not leaving me.

"And?" I questioned her growing more weirded out and confused by her behavior. "What did he say?"

She shrugged, her disinterested eyes fall to the floor. "He's coming down."

On cue, heavy footsteps echoed down the stairs, and the girl in front of me locked me into an uninvited staring contest. Her look of distaste shifted the moment Aiden entered the kitchen. Her entire demeanor softened in his presence. Her eyes clung to him like magnets, and a faint smile crept onto her face, clearly enamored by the tall, attractive man before her.

Aiden wore a pair of black sweats that hung low on his hips, his shirtless torso on full display. His jet-black hair was messy, adding to his rugged look. Strong, tattooed hands rested in his pockets as his dark brown eyes met mine. His stoic expression didn't falter, even as the blonde woman trotted over to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.