Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 85

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My clit it literally pulsing against the fabric of my thong.

"Asshole," | mumble to myself as | walk down the hallway, no orgasm, no relief.

"He teased you, didn't he?"

| stop mid-step, looking up to find Aiden leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face and his eyebrows lifted

like this is a joke.

| don't know how to answer that. Is talking about sexual experiences with different

partners a normal thing? | shrug instead.

'Aiden presses his lips together and makes his way toward me, cupping my cheeks in his

hands. "It's all over your face. You're frustrated."

My heart is hammering in my chest, my insides aching for relief. But | shake my head. "No, I'm fine."

Yeah, right. I'm not fine. I'm hot, furious. | hate how much Zaid gets under my skin. He's

punishing me, even though | don't think I did anything wrong.

| had to talk to Aiden first. He's been my boyfriend.

Well, okay, maybe deciding on a relationship with his brother before even talking to him wasn't my smartest

move. Especially because it was Aiden who told him and not me.

| sigh as | walk away to the living room and flop on the couch. Aiden chuckles as he followsand he leans

over, kissingsoftly. "I have to get to practice."

I frown. "Practice? While on break?"

He nods, running his hand through his hair. "If the team wants to stay on top of this, we

have to stay in shape."

"Fine," | kiss him softly before watching him walk away.

Now it's justand this empty house. | don't move from the couch and | try scrolling on

my phone, but my mind keeps circling back to Zaid.

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The way he smirked, then left the room like it didn't bother him to leavehot

and wanting. To leave my pussy drenched and not satisfied.

| groan as my insides curl at the reminder of his tongue.

The front door opens and | look over the edge of the couch, drawing myself out of

my thoughts. Jake walks in and a whole new set of butterflies erupts in my stomach.

| sit up straighter as he walks in, his arms full of grocery bags.

His gaze lands on me, and those dark eyes of his turn molten. Fuck, Zaid looks so much like him.

| clear my throat as | stand. "Need help?"

His jaw clenches as he looksover and givesone stiff nod.

| follow him into the kitchen, taking a few bags to unpack. The silence between us

is so tense that | kind of just want to grab him and kiss him to break it.

"You get everything you needed?" | ask, pulling out a carton of eggs.

"I think so, though I didn't buy anything for dessert. | was thinking I'd leave that up

you."

| smile faintly, a prick of pain making my heart rate quicken. "Yeah, Alex and | were always in charge of the

dessert."

Jake pauses, leaning against the counter. His face softens, his usual darkness giving way to something quieter.

"You were?"

The question catchesoff guard, not sure if I'm ready for that kind of vulnerability. | nod slowly. "My dad

wasn't much of a cook, but he liked to make the turkey every Thanksgiving and Christmas. It was always

disgustingly dry."

| laugh to myself, noticing the way he smiles, too. Still, the nice memory isn't enough to drive away all the pain.

My smile drops and | rub my hands down my arms to stop the wave that crashes through me.

| can't breathe.

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| feel like I'm drowning.

| swallow, pushing through it. "He said that it was tradition. Even if mother had to

have a separate dish ready for us."

A frown twitches over Jake's eyes and his lips press into a thin line.

| glance at him, noting the faraway look in his eyes. "Christmas is hard for you?"

He thinks about it for a moment. "Maybe before, but not anymore. | just hold back for the boys."

My eyes widen, my fingers digging into my skin. “I miss them both. The holidays are hard.

Jake steps closer, his hand brushing my shoulder. "You're not alone."

I nod.

In the next second, Jake's arms are around me, pullinginto a hug. | rest my head against his chest, letting

the steady beat of his heart calm me.

| breathe him in, letting it soothe me.

His hand moves gently along my back, and when I tilt my head up to look at him, the moment shifts.

Our eyes meet, and the space between us disappears. His lips brush against mine, tentative at first, but then

firmer. It's soft and slow. It's not sexual, it's comforting.

He pulls back and rests his forehead on mine. "Have you thought about what we talked about? About telling

Aiden?"

My stomach twists into knots. Guilt crashes over me, sharp and suffocating. He doesn't know about Zaid. He

doesn't know how messy this could all get. "I... | don't know," | whisper.

Jake's hands drop to his sides, his expression tightening. "I don't want to stay

away from

you."

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| grab onto his shirt and pull him closer, pressing my nose against his. "I don't want you to stay away, Jake. But

this is complicated."

He shakes his head, his hands holding on to my waist. "It doesn't have to be."

1 scoff, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Dating a father and his son? That sounds complicated

to me."

He licks my lips, deepening our kiss for a second before asking. "Do you want to be with

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Aiden?"

I nod.

"Do you want to be with me?"

I nod.

"That doesn't sound complicated to me." He kisses me, bringing us impossibly closer. My stomach coils tight and

that unsatiated hunger between my legs ignites into a whole new

fire.

Would he still think it uncomplicated when he finds out Zaid is involved in all of

this,

too?

Jake takes his tto kissdown the column of my neck and | lift myself on my toes to

arch my back, begging for more of him.

Then, the front door opens.

Jake steps back quickly, grabbing a bag of potatoes like it's the most natural thing

in the world. | take a shaky breath, trying to compose myself as Zaid walks into

the kitchen.

He looks at us and blinks. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Jake says smoothly.

All | can do is nod, not trusting my voice.

Zaid tilts his head, but his gaze lingers onfor a moment longer. | narrow my

eyes at him, practically sneering.

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Now it's Jakes who's looking at us and for a moment | can't take the attention.

"I'm going for a walk," I huff out, grabbing my sweater from the doorway as | head

out,

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