Her Greatest Mistake

by Eve L Mitchell

  Aiden: I deleted the footage. Made for hot as fuck watching, but no one gets to see you like that, except me

  My breath caught as I reread his message. He had deleted it. Wait, did that mean he knew there was a camera and had sex with me anyway? I looked up from the phone, lost in my thoughts. He watched it?

  Aiden: Security hadn’t seen it either, they were gone for the night

  Thank you, Jesus.

  Me: You knew there was a camera?

  Aiden: I wasn’t thinking about it at the time I had you riding my dick

  My face flushed scarlet. Why was he so crude?

  Me: Wow, so charming

  Aiden: Don’t act shy with me Jem, you loved it as much as I did

  Was that the point? You didn’t actually say it to someone afterwards, did you?

  Aiden: Your ankle ok?

  Me: I’ll be fine

  Aiden: I can come over and rub it better for you again

  I grunted as I read the message. Not likely.

  Me: I’ll be fine

  I waited, and he didn’t send another message. I put the phone down. Screw dinner, where was that bottle of wine?

  Thursday and Friday working from home was a godsend. My ankle had swollen a little overnight, and I was thankful I was at home and taking it easy. I didn’t hear from Aiden, and I was glad. My resolve to stay away from him was stronger when I was nowhere near him. Calvin had called me, and when he found out I was slightly incapacitated, he offered to come over on Friday night and cook me dinner. Perhaps telling him I was happy with my wine wasn’t the best idea—I was beginning to think Calvin thought I had a drinking problem. I was beginning to think I had a drinking problem.

  I had tried to make an effort for Calvin. Meaning I took off my sweatpants and comfy sweatshirt and had pulled on a pair of jeans and a lilac V-neck sweater. My hair was in a messy bun, and I swept a coat of mascara over my lashes. I considered myself critically. I had made as much effort as I would if a friend was coming over. I thought about that. How would I have dressed for Aiden? I pulled my white bra strap out from the neck of my sweater. Your underwear would match at least.

  I had friend-zoned Calvin and not even noticed until I thought about what matching lingerie set I would wear for Aiden. I had three sexy lingerie sets. I had bought them after Tim left, because they were on sale and I read an article that wearing sexy lingerie, even if you had no intention of showing it to anyone, made you feel sexy. When Tim left, I had needed to feel sexy for myself. Little did I know I would be having sex with an almost stranger on a desk in an art gallery or on the floor of an elevator.

  “God, your mother would kill you for being a hussy, Jemma,” I scolded myself.

  My phone beeped, and I picked it up expecting it to be Calvin telling me he was on his way. I almost dropped the phone when I read the messages.

  Aiden: I need to taste you

  Aiden: I’ve fucked you but I haven’t tasted you

  Holy shit. My pulse was racing while somewhere else on my body was throbbing. This was just a text message and I was a hot mess.

  Me: I don’t think that this is appropriate

  Aiden: It absolutely is NOT appropriate—that’s why I need to rectify it

  Aiden: I can come over

  I almost dropped the phone again this time in fear.

  Me: NO!

  The phone rang, and I yelped in surprise.

  “Hello?”

  “Why can’t I come over?”

  “I’m busy,” I blurted. He sounded sexier on the phone; how was that possible?

  “With what?” I heard him grunt. “Or should I say who?”

  “Aiden…”

  “Are you joking? The accountant?”

  “Aiden, I—”

  “You’re a piece of work, Jemma. You make me feel like shit about Kat when I have nothing to be guilty about, and you’re getting ready to fuck the accountant?”

  My temper rose at his accusations. “I’m not getting ready to fuck the accountant,” I snapped.

  “Then why can’t I come over?”

  Oh my God, this man would drive anyone crazy. “Because I’m having company, but it’s not the kind you’re implying.” I took a deep steadying breath.

  “Is it the accountant?”

  “Does it matter?”

  “Jemma, so help me, answer the fucking question.”

  “Yes, it’s the accountant.” I closed my eyes in defeat. “His name’s Calvin.”

  “I don’t give a fuck what his name is, get rid of him.”

  “Aiden! You’re being unreasonable,” I protested.

  “Fuck reasonable, he better be gone by the time I get there.” He hung up.

  What? “He can’t come here,” I muttered as I hit redial. The bastard didn’t answer his phone. I flung my phone on my bed in annoyance.

  What was I going to do? The phone beeped, and I dived for it.

  Calvin: Leaving now, be about 20 mins

  “Shit!” I clutched my phone to my chest. What am I going to do? “He can’t be here if Aiden comes,” I spoke out loud to myself. “Shit! Shit shit shit.”

  Me: Calvin, I’m so sorry, I’m not feeling well. Can I take a rain check?

  Calvin: But I just got in the uber

  “You’re going to burn in hell, Jemma Leighton…in hell.”

  Me: I’m so sorry, it just came on suddenly, I need to go to bed.

  Liar.

  Calvin: I’m sorry, of course you should rest. I’ll speak to you tomorrow. Feel better x

  “Burn in eternal hell for this, you will,” I muttered. “Great, now you’re speaking in Yoda.”

  I hobbled to the living room and waited anxiously. Thirty minutes later, I was beginning to suspect Aiden had played me when my doorbell rang.

  “How did he even get in?” I grumbled as I headed to the door. Looking through the peephole, I almost groaned out loud. Hair dishevelled, black leather jacket, hoodie and ripped jeans. Why couldn’t you have made him less sexy, God?

  “Stop staring at me and let me in.” His low husky voice caused shivers down my spine.

  I unlocked the door. I felt uncertain, which was insane when I should have been feeling pissed as hell. His mouth was on mine as his hands slipped under my sweater. His tongue stroked mine, and he walked me backwards, kicking the door closed behind him, but my sore ankle protested, and I stumbled. Aiden reached down, cupping my ass as he lifted me, and my legs automatically went around him.

  “He here?” he asked me as his lips trailed down my throat.

  “No,” I gasped as he nipped the sensitive skin below my ear. You’re so weak, Jemma.

  “Good. Bedroom?”

  “No.” I tried to untangle myself from him.

  “Stop fighting it,” Aiden growled. “If I were to put my hands between your legs now, you would already be soaking wet…for me.” His hand ran up my back as he deftly unhooked my bra. “Bedroom.”

  “We need to talk.” I tried to push myself off him.

  “No, we need to fuck.” Aiden’s lips were on mine again as he pressed me against the wall in my hallway, and my hands were tangled in his hair. “Fuck first, talk later.”

  “Promise?” I gulped in breaths like I had run up a flight of stairs.

  I felt his grin as he pushed up my sweater, his head dipped and his tongue flicked over my nipple. “Bedroom?”

  “Through the living room and turn left. Second door down.”

  He carried me there, his lips never leaving my skin. I was completely lost to him, and I had stopped thinking. Aiden flicked the light switch on and then dropped me on the bed. As he quickly discarded his jacket, hoodie and T-shirt, I lay immobile taking in his glorious toned body. His hands were on his belt, and I realised this was the first time I was seeing him in clear light. He was sculpted perfection. The tattoo on his side, and the one on his inner arm added to his flawlessness.

  “You just gonna stare at me, Jem?” Aiden smirked as he pushed his jeans down, stoppi
ng to kick off his boots.

  “Yeah.” I gave a soft laugh as I realised I was just lying there, ogling him.

  “Want me to take those clothes off you?” Aiden leaned over the bed, and I scrambled backwards up it.

  “Don’t you think we need to talk?” I tried again weakly.

  “Talking’s overrated.” Aiden unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down. He tugged at my jeans and then lifted my ass up to get them clear. “Take off the sweater.”

  “Aiden, I—”

  “Stop talking, Jem, take off the sweater.” Aiden pulled my jeans free of my legs as I half sat up and pulled my sweater off, my bra which had already been unhooked by Aiden going with it. I lay there with the most basic, plainest pair of navy boy short panties on and watched as his eyes devoured me. He walked on his knees between my legs as his head dipped down to my core. A finger rubbed on the outside of my panties. “I knew you would be soaked,” he muttered with satisfaction. He pulled the shorts, and I heard them rip. Then his mouth was on me, and I cried out at the sensations running through my body as he lapped at my core. Aiden slid his hands under my ass, raising me up for better access as he tilted my pelvis.

  Jesus, son of God, he can’t do this to me. Oh my good…shit!

  “Aiden,” I panted. “Oh God, Aiden, stop, you have to stop,” I moaned even as my hands tightened in his hair and I pressed him harder against me.

  “Keep saying my name, Jem, say my name as you come,” he instructed me as he continued to work me over, and I came apart screaming for him. I lay there spent as I felt him at my entrance.

  “Tell me you’re on the pill,” Aiden asked me as he sucked my breasts.

  “Shot, I’m on the shot,” I gasped, my hips trying in vain to take him inside.

  “I’m clean,” he whispered as he moved up my chest to my neck. “Let me in you.” He thrust gently.

  No, you never ever believe them when they say that, Jemma. Say no! I groaned as I felt the tip of him enter me.

  “I can’t think” was what I said instead. He nudged further in.

  “I need you bare,” Aiden growled as he slid inside me, and I cried out at his fullness. Even as wet as I was, I could feel him stretching me.

  “Jesus,” I groaned as I moved my hips. “Why does it keep getting bigger?” I heard him chuckle as he started to move. I had never had sex with Tim without a condom, which when he left me for another woman, I was grateful for. I was on the shot because my irregular periods brought immobilising migraines. Aiden bare? The sensation was mind-blowing. I could feel him everywhere. “God, it feels amazing,” I moaned.

  “Look at me, Jemma,” Aiden whispered against my lips as he stilled his hips. I opened my eyes and stared into his, dark with lust. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, okay?” I nodded hesitantly. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna scream for me.” His hips flexed, and I moaned as I clutched at his shoulders. “I’m gonna fuck you so that you’re going to forget all about the accountant.” He flexed again. “You’re mine, Jemma.” My eyes widened slightly at his words, and then they were closing as he began to move. Holy shit, what was he doing? “Keep those eyes on me, baby,” Aiden instructed as he thrust into me. I tried, I really did, but the feeling of him inside me, his hands on me, I was lost. I know I screamed for him as I shattered several times under him. Aiden flipped me over, and with one hand flat between my shoulder blades holding me down, his other hand tight on my hip as he drove into me, he finally roared his own release.

  “Holy fuck,” Aiden groaned. His lips were kissing the back of my neck. “That was…” He gave a light laugh. Gently he withdrew from me and lay on his back.

  “I can’t move,” I whispered, exhausted. I was soaking with sweat. I felt like I had done a hard workout. I had done a hard workout, I reminded myself. I was panting, for pity’s sake.

  “Wait here.” He kissed my shoulder, and I felt him leave the bed. I heard running water from the bathroom. Aiden came back and turned me on my back, and then he gently cleaned me with a hot towel. The bed dipped again, and I was pulled into his side. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, um…thanks.” I had never been treated like that by a partner, but then I had never had sex without a condom. It was as embarrassing as it was endearing.

  “You’re mine, Jemma.”

  “We need to talk,” I murmured into his side as sleep threatened to pull me under.

  “Later,” I heard him say softly as I fell asleep.

  I woke later in the night with Aiden on top of me, and my cries of pleasure were smothered under his kisses. He flipped us over, and I straddled him as he thrust up into me, my hands resting on his abs as I moved up and down him with increasing speed. When we were both spent, he carried me to the bathroom. In the shower, I came undone again as he held me up against the wall with the hot water running over us as he thrust into me until he was spilling inside once more.

  I woke to an empty bed, and if I hadn’t been slightly sore, I would have thought I had dreamt it. I wet my lips, my dry mouth providing no moisture. Groaning I rolled out of bed. I was still naked. I looked down at my body. Evidence of Aiden all over me, bruises on my hips where he held me, red marks on my skin where he had nipped and sucked. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair looked like a crow’s nest, but my face was flushed, and my eyes were sparkling. I heard a curse from the kitchen, and grabbing my dressing gown, I hobbled to the kitchen.

  No one anywhere should be greeted with Aiden first thing in the morning in just his underwear. It was unfair to the world. His hair was as messy as mine, and I noticed with a flush, the scratch marks on his back and the red marks on his skin.

  “Hey there, sleepy.” Aiden grinned at me.

  “You stayed?”

  “You seem surprised.”

  “I didn’t think you would stay,” I admitted as I stumbled to the breakfast counter and sat on one of the stools.

  “You wore me out.” Aiden winked at me.

  I wore him out? Ha! “Funny.” I took the coffee he offered me.

  “Why?” He tilted his head to the side as he watched me.

  “What you making?” I changed the subject.

  “Bacon.” He walked around the counter and took my coffee from me as his lips met mine. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, of course.” No. Why are you still here? You’re messing with my head. “Hungry,” I lied.

  “I’m going to feed you.” Aiden laughed as he went back to the stove.

  “What time is it?”

  “Ten-ish?”

  “Goodness.” I gulped more coffee. “How do you even know where I live?” My doorbell rang, and I frowned.

  “I can get it?”

  “No, don’t be silly.” I got off the stool and made my way slowly to the door. I opened it without thought, and my stomach dropped when I saw Calvin standing there with a bunch of flowers. “Calvin.”

  “Jemma…” He looked me over, and I felt horrible because I knew exactly what I looked like.

  “Who is it?”

  I saw Calvin look over my shoulder, and his face flushed. “Glad you’re feeling better.” Calvin thrust the flowers at me and turned on his heel.

  I closed the door softly and turned to look at Aiden. He stood in front of me, wearing nothing but his underwear and a satisfied smirk. His hair looked like he’d just woken up, and it was quite obvious what he had been doing all night. What we had been doing all night.

  “You couldn’t wait in the kitchen?” I asked him quietly.

  “He needed to know you’re mine.” Aiden shrugged as he took the flowers off me and went back to the kitchen. “Come get breakfast,” he called over his shoulder. “I need round two soon.”

  Round two? Hadn’t that been last night? I stood in the hall for a moment longer. Jemma! What are you doing?

  “Jemma! Breakfast.”

  Sighing heavily, I made my way to the kitchen and said nothing when I saw the flowers in the trash. After breakfast, we would talk, I vowed.

/>   After breakfast, I was back in bed with Aiden, and then I was sleeping because, once again, the man wore me out. When I woke mid-afternoon, I was alone. No note, nothing…Aiden was gone, my rumpled sheets and my aching body the only reminder I had that he was here.

  I stripped the bed, and I showered, hoping my sex state of exhaustion would fade. Slipping into comfy pyjamas, I went and lay down on my sofa. Pulling a blanket over me, I snuggled down and watched Supernatural. I needed some Sam and Dean in my life. I needed the monster that was Aiden exterminated from my brain.

  He’s hardly a monster, I scolded myself. Well, he’s no freaking saint. I choked out a laugh at my inner musings. My phone vibrated, and I was scared to look. Scared it was Calvin—who I needed to heartfully apologise to—or scared it was Aiden. Aiden who may want to come over again.

  Aiden: Had to leave you, sorry. Had a dinner I couldn’t get out of but know I would rather be there with you.

  A dinner? With who?

  Me: Dinner? With who?

  I waited. And I waited. I felt the knot form in my belly. Don’t you do this to me. I stared at the phone. Twenty minutes later, I got a reply.

  Aiden: Family thing

  Family? Was his wife family?

  Me: With your wife?

  Say no. Say no. C’mon, Aiden, say no, my head chanted.

  Aiden: She’s here but not with me

  “What the hell does that mean?” I jumped off the sofa, forgetting my ankle, and yelled out in pain.

  Me: You better tell me everything. NOW

  He didn’t reply. I waited, and I waited, and I felt the tears well up. “No, Jemma!” I shouted at myself. “You don’t get to cry over this.”

  He didn’t reply all night. I stopped myself several times from sending messages demanding answers. I went to bed hating him, but most of all…I hated myself.

  I woke up on Sunday morning with a splitting headache and red puffy eyes. I stared at myself in the mirror as I gently prodded the skin around my eyes. You cried in your sleep, I told myself. How tragic are you that you cried in your sleep?

  “Shut up.”

  I brushed my teeth as I refused to look in the mirror again. My ankle was feeling better, which I marvelled at, considering the numerous positions he had put me in the day before. I was surprised I didn’t need crutches.