Consume my broken heart

Chapter 16

I'm laying in my bed on my belly, scrolling down on Facebook. This night has been so emotional. But Aiden was right to question me. How badly do I want this and will I be able to set my deepest fears aside to concentrate on the job? Underestimating myself is a terrible mistake I have made my entire life. I'm a Stone, hard from the outside, soft on the inside. I can use my hard posture to make this plan work.

I sigh and search for Aiden on Facebook, however, just as I thought he didn't have any. I type Aiden on google. I'm so stupid like I will find information about him, it's not like he's some celebrity. I've never asked for his last name. I scroll down at all the images and stop dead in my tracks when I see a picture of a teenager who looked just like him, only younger. His hair was tousled and longer than he wears it now. Crunching with my eyebrows, I click on the picture to find an enormous page of information.

His full name is Aiden Cole, born in England. He's an only child and his parents are of royal blood. His nephew is Jonathan Laslo, the new hire of the thrown.

I exhale loudly in shock. Aiden is a royal. What the hell is he doing in America? He's a fucking royal and an assassin. This is absurd, just like I'm in a movie. Why did he leave his family? All this information intrigued me even more. Now I know his full name. I search for a phone number. After searching for what seemed like forever, I had found a number.

Carefully, I dial his number, making some notes in my head to know what to say to him. First I should apologize for my behavior earlier. If he knew what happened with me, he probably wouldn't have reacted the way he did. But it's nice to know he doesn't know and doesn't treat me like I'm a fragile soul who can break every minute.

After ten times ringing and almost hanging up he talks, "Hello?"

I grin at hearing his careful and cold tone. "You are difficult to find," I say cheekily.

"What do you want, Stone?" He asked in a rushed way.

"Am I interrupting you?" I ask him quickly. Maybe he's on the verge of killing someone. A nauseous feeling hit me like thunder. Am I always going to think about his dark, dangerous side when I don't know what he's up to?

"If you're wondering if I'm killing someone at the moment, the answer is no." He chuckles. I sigh at his answer.

"So, I wanted to apologize for earlier. And thanks for helping me out with that creep." I admit it against my will. I hate apologizing and it's totally against my principles. A Stone never apologizes when we don't need to.

"Wow, that must have hurt," Aiden says dryly. Now I noticed his accent. Knowing he's an Englishman, I'm amazed I can't even detect anything unusual. He uses some words the Englishman uses instead of us Americans, but he still has an American accent. That's crazy. How can you learn that on such short notice?

"Grace?" He asked while I was busy with my thoughts.

"Yes it did, so see it as a privilege apologizing to you," I answer with a grin.

"Okay then, I'm working on your plan as we speak." He informs me.

"That's good. I need your total devotion." I order friendly.

"And I need your devotion as well, Grace. Can I count on you?" He asked seriously.

I sigh and answer truthfully, "of course. You have my word."

"Are you in your sleeping clothes?" He asked me suddenly.

"What the hell, Aiden. That's none of your business!" I shriek, horrified.

"I didn't mean it that way. Can you come over? I'm working on the plan, but I need to be sure you'll stand behind it as well." He explains seriously.

"Uh," I answer, and look at the clock. It was eleven o'clock and my parents were at the movies. Barbie was with a friend, so nobody would notice I would be gone for an hour or so."Where do you live?" I ask him, a little unsure. This feels so unnatural and out of my league to go to his place, but I need to trust him. I need to do this for myself.