My Beautiful Mistake

Chapter Eight

"Hey, gorgeous."

"Hey, handsome."

Aiden had a wide grin on his face as he laid down in bed next to me with his head propped up on his elbow.

I got up so quickly I didn't realize that I wasn't wearing anything under the satin blankets that covered us. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it back up, obviously embarrassed. He chuckled and rolled over to hover on top of me.

"Don't you dare hide your body from me."  His voice was a low, husky growl, laced with lust.

His smile had become slightly mischievous and there was a deep hunger in his eyes that I had never seen before. His eyes roamed the figure of my body below the sheets and he reached for the edge of the blanket that I was gripping on to.

"Aiden." I whimpered as he slowly pulled the sheet down, revealing my naked body. 

He had me trapped. And the worst part was that I enjoyed every second of it. He bent down and laid a small kiss on my forehead, causing my cheeks to redden.

And then I woke up.

Dammit, Brooklyn.

I was getting so tired of these dreams. To make it worse, I had just begun seeing Miles and all I could think about was Aiden. It's not as if I'd been seeing or talking to him on a daily basis, yet he still haunted my dreams and every waking thought.

As if on cue, my phone vibrated. It was Miles. 

Unfortunately.

Matt and Evelyn had already moved out, leaving me completely alone in my apartment. And for once, I actually felt lonely. 

Remembering my promise to go on a second date with Miles, I debated replying to his text, but something in me said otherwise. My heart was set on Aiden, even though my mind didn't agree.

I thought about going back to the restaurant where I had initially met Aiden. Maybe that could be my second date with Miles. Sure there was an ulterior motive, but he didn't need to know that. I got up and scanned my closet for a decent, date-worthy outfit, but the closest I came to was a short, floral dress. 

I wasn't trying to impress anyone anyway. After a quick bout of brushing my teeth and showering, I stood in front of my mirror admiring my outfit. It wasn't as conservative as I had initially thought.

I opened my front door to leave and walked straight into someone standing in front of my apartment. 

"I see you still haven't gotten glasses."

I know that voice.

Butterflies began to flutter in my chest and I looked up to find him standing there. Aiden.

I unconsciously walked backward in shock.

He raised an eyebrow and ran a hand through his hair. "Are you gonna say something or have you gone mute, too?"

A glare quickly made its way to my eyes and I felt myself getting angry. No, furious. The butterflies burned and died inside my chest.

He had no right to make me feel like this. Every meeting had been the same. He had been a rude, arrogant ass and I just took whatever he said to me without a retort. And, then the other day, he let me bandage his wound and then kissed me all while being a bipolar jerk. What the hell was wrong with this guy?

He had walked past me by now and was already seated in my living room, without even waiting for an invitation. I closed my door and turned back to him. 

"What the hell are you doing?" I had never been this angry before. The way he just sat there so casually as if we were the best of friends only served to piss me off more.

"What?" he looked confused. He actually looked confused.

"You are so freaking rude to me. And sometimes you act so nice. And other times, you threaten to kill me? I don't understand what game you're playing here!" I screamed at him.

"Threaten to kill you?" He grabbed my hand and pulled me down next to him on the couch.

"When did I threaten to kill you?"

No, I was not playing this game. I looked away from him.

"Look at me." his voice was stern.

I couldn't look at him. If I did, I wouldn't be mad anymore.

He made a sound of annoyance and harshly pulled my chin over to face him. "When the f**k did I threaten to kill you, Brooklyn?"

I stared at him stubbornly. I was not going to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

"I swear to god, Brooklyn. If you don't answer me right now."

I realized at that moment that I was honestly and absolutely terrified of him. His rage was nothing compared to Miles. Miles had been this upset in protecting me, but Aiden looked as if he wouldn't hesitate to hurt me. His eyes were unrecognizable and his voice made me quiver with fear.

He noticed this and gave a long sigh. "Brooklyn, I'm sorry. But, I can't help if you won't answer me."

I swallowed my fear and replied quietly. "You said the last w***e you had ended up dead." 

That should've hurt less than it did, but when I remembered that Aiden had kissed me, it made me feel like just another one of his 'whores.' What was I, side piece number seven?

"No, I didn't mean anything by that. I just meant she was dead to me." he tried to convince me.

"What happened?" I asked quietly, scanning his face for any emotions.

He held my hand and began tracing tiny circles on top of it. "It's not important. But, I came here to ask you somet-"

He was interrupted by the loud ringing of my phone.

Oh, s**t. I had completely forgotten about my date with Miles.

Without asking for permission, he grabbed my phone from the side table and answered it. 

I silently protested, reaching over him to grab it, but he held it away from my reach. I heard Miles on the other end asking where I was.

"f**k off, loser. She's busy." his tone was possessive.

Was that possible? We weren't even dating.

I scowled at him and continued my attempts to grab my phone back.

"Who is this?" Miles asked.

"It's Aiden." he said with one of his signature smirks. 

Oh god, kill me now.

"Who the f**k are you?" I heard Miles reply.

Aiden just wouldn't give up. "Her boyfriend."

What?

Despite hearing Miles' confused replies on the other end, Aiden hung up and placed the phone back on the side table next to him where I couldn't reach it.

He leaned back on my sofa with a satisfied smirk on his face. I suddenly had the urge to slap it off his face. Who the hell did he think he was calling himself my boyfriend? All we had was one kiss and as far as he was concerned, it meant nothing.

"What the hell was that?"I exclaimed, quite ticked off.

"Just claiming what's mine," he said casually.

Excuse me?

I shot up from my seat. "You need to leave. Now."

He shrugged and got up, headed for the door. I opened it and waited impatiently for him to leave.

He took one step out the door before taking another back in and looking at me directly in the eyes.

"I will have you one day, Brooklyn. And when that day comes, you will willingly call yourself mine."

With that, he walked away.

Again.

What the hell?