My Beautiful Mistake

Aiden

Brooklyn. 

I hated that name. I despised it. Yet, I just couldn't get it out of my head.

"Aidennn." 

I looked down and realized I was zoning out. 

"Yea, sexy?" 

The girl who I was f*****g, Jessica, or Clarissa, or whatever the f**k her name was, had nothing on Brooklyn. It was obvious she had gotten implants and possibly several cosmetic surgeries. But, she was one of my go-tos on a rainy day. 

She looked up at me with a pout. "You're not into it."

I shook my head. "Of course I'm into it, baby." 

She gave me a mischievous smile and there was a slight twinkle in her eyes. "Then f**k me like you mean it, handsome."

We were laying on the bed making out when I had zoned out, but it was obvious she wanted more. But, f**k. I wasn't sure if I did.

I ran my lips down her curvaceous, naked body laying a trail of kisses from her neck all the way down to the most sensitive spot on a woman. She moaned with pleasure as her body reacted to my every touch.

The warmth of her inner thighs was so welcome, but as soon as I lowered myself down, she grabbed my head and pulled it back up.

"No. I want you in me," she whispered, trying too hard to be seductive. 

On any other day, I would have been all for it, but today I just couldn't. The mood wasn't there for me. I stared at her for a second while she ran a finger slowly down my chest.

"Jessica, baby, I'm not feeling this today," I admitted sheepishly to her.

Her seductive attitude was quickly replaced by a scowl and she pushed me off her. "What the f**k, Aiden?" 

I got up from the bed and searched around for my clothes. My boxers and jeans were lying on the floor next to the bed. I ignored her crazy ravings as I focused on getting dressed and leaving. 

As I was finally pulling on the last of my outfit, I felt her arms wrap around my chest from behind and her naked body pressed against me. 

"Don't leave yet," she whispered. 

She sounded like she was in tears. Had she grown attached to me? I had only been f*****g her for a few months. I hate it when they grow attached. There's so much tears, yelling, and self-pity involved. Women who threw themselves at men were pathetic. Nothing but a worthless w***e.

I grabbed her arms and broke her grip around me. She was crying so hard that snot was starting to dribble down from her nose.

Disgusting.

She began to grab her clothes from the floor and slowly dressed herself.

"By the way, my name's not Jessica." she said so quietly I barely heard her.

"Whatever." I sneered at her and walked away from that pitiful place.

What had happened to me? I was losing interest in all women. Well, not all. I couldn't get that damn Brooklyn out of my mind.

Shortly after I had kissed her, I had met other women trying to rid my mind of her, but she was like a damn parasite, haunting me during every s****l encounter. To think she was Matt's sister and I had never known about her existence until now. But, Matt knew how I treated women and probably thought it was best to keep her hidden. 

Selfish d**k.

Brooklyn had turned my life upside down. I craved being with her. The way she bit her lip whenever she was nervous or anxious about something. The way she passionately cared about me even though I was a complete stranger to her. The way her breath hitched whenever I laid a single finger on her. I needed her.

As I got to my car parked in Jessica's driveway, I noticed a paper stuck to the window on the driver's side. It read,

We know who you are.

I burst out laughing and crumbled the paper up before tossing it to the pavement. It wasn't the first time I'd received 'threatening' notes from a rival gang trying to overthrow us. It clearly was a newer gang because anyone else would have known I wasn't someone who was easily intimidated. Nonetheless, I decided to it was best to let everyone else know what I had just found, but when I unlocked my phone, I saw an email from Zach, one of the best hackers and information-getters I know.

I had previously asked him for information on Brooklyn's routine, and he delivered, so I thought it best to only keep him involved with whatever was going on between me and her. His email included a detailed list of her recent phone calls along with the names and information of the recipients. 

I quickly scanned the list, and one number caught my eye. It was repeated several times a day, and even more per week. According to his email, it belonged to a guy named Miles. 

Who the f**k is this guy?

I sent him a quick text asking for anything he could find on this guy and his reply was instant. Zach had noticed the same thing and had already dug up everything he could find.

This Miles guy had a pretty clean slate. He was a simple guy that worked at a car dealership. 

What the f**k was he doing with Brooklyn?

I felt jealousy begin to consume me and I closed the email trying to calm myself down. Maybe it was time I paid my angel a visit.

When I showed up to her doorstep, she greeted me the same way she did every time we meet.

I swear, she's either way too short or just plain blind.

While she started yelling at me, I couldn't help but notice every feature of her face. The angry scowl she was wearing was adorable when the hint of her dimples appeared every now and then. Her eyes were angry, but they wanted to convey something else to me. 

It was then that I realized I was f****d. She had me whipped. 

I was hoping the visit would've turned out a bit more pleasant, but she obviously didn't replicate the feelings I had for her. The look in her eyes was something I had seen all too often in my dealings with clients. She was scared of me.

That cut deep into me. I couldn't be the guy Miles probably was to her. And this prick had the nerve to call right when I was attempting to comfort her. It pissed me off because I was trying to show her she had no reason to fear me. 

But, answering that phone was probably the wrong thing to do because it pissed her off. When she told me to leave, I didn't feel like saying anything back. I knew I had wronged her and wanted to make up for it, but she didn't give me a chance.

She stood by the door waiting for me to leave looking like a pissed off kitten. It was so adorable that I couldn't resist making one final remark.

"One day, I will make you mine, Brooklyn. And when I do, you'll willingly call yourself mine."

She seemed taken aback by my statement. She didn't know how to react because a mixture of emotions crossed her face. 

However, she still slammed the door in my face and I couldn't help but laugh. She didn't realize but I had swapped her phone with mine, so it would be easier to make this Miles guy f**k off.

Nobody else gets to have her but me. She's mine and I swear to god I will make her fall in love with me.