Consume my broken heart

Chapter 28

Aiden opens the door of his house, quickly putting on the lights. I pursue him and stop in the hallway, feeling like a drenched cat. Aiden eyes me with an amused expression, his grin appearing once again. "I'll grab something for you to wear." He says before quickly making his way up the stairs.

Fuck, now I have to wear his clothing for the night. How didn't I think about that earlier? What will he think of me that I'm an irresponsible girl instead of a confident woman who's in control of her shit. I lean down to pull off my black pumps, setting them neatly beside his shoes to dry.

Aiden appears at the stairs, our eyes lock immediately. "I have something ready for you in the bathroom. I presume you would want to shower first before changing." He informs me in a serious tone, his hand resting on the white wall. He already pulled off his jacket, giving me a better view of his body. His white dress-shirt clenched against his body and I'm doing the best I can to keep my mouth shut at the sight. He's so damn attractive.

I nod and swallow before making my way up the stairs. His hallway seemed even bigger from here almost as big as our kitchen. The paintings on the wall hid a dark meaning, all colored very darkly. Maybe he loves a particular artist who has created such dark pieces. I don't want to know how much it costs, though.

Arriving upstairs, I could melt on the spot from awww. The floor was a light color of oak, the ceiling made with wood as well. Lights hanging low from the ceiling, giving a cozy feeling to the hallway. "How big is your upper floor." I gushed, receiving a pleasant smile from Aiden who was standing in a doorway of a room.

"It's nothing spectacular, Grace." He says modest and I'm on the verge of opening his eyes forcefully because he doesn't even see how beautiful he lives, how lucky he is with this house. I roll with my eyes instead of getting in a heated discussion while wetting his expensive wooden floor.

I walk towards him and he leads me straight through the huge bathroom. A claw foot bath stood in the middle of the room, A walk-in shower where you can shower yourself in with at least six people was stacked to the right wall. There's nothing modest about this house, it's just all perfectly handmade.

"You can take a bath or a shower. Here are the towels," he spoke softly opening a drawer, revealing all-white towels neatly folded into perfection. I nod and look around my surroundings once again.

"I think I'm going to sleep here," I gush with my lips parted slightly, breathing in the scent of his cologne that was still hanging in the room. A few hours ago, he was here making himself ready for the party. He was here naked. I just realized I was staring at him again when he grins at me in a playful mood.

"I hope this fits you a little," he points to the heap of clothing on the edge of the bath.

"We will see, thanks Aiden." I thanked him as it was the least I could do tonight. He's helping me out when we only had a business arrangement, yet I haven't paid him for his work with Anthony who was in jail as we speak for theft.

"You're welcome. If you need anything, shout. I'm two doors away in that bathroom." He points to the right.

"Another bathroom?" I ask him dumbfounded.

"Yeah, it's smaller than this one, but I wanted to give you some comfort to pick which one would like." He says if I'm standing in an expensive hotel, talking to a stranger who's offering me all kinds of rooms. "In your guest room there's a shower as well, however that one is very small, so I thought this one would be better for now." He explains to me.
"Aiden, I can shower in that room as well," I say in disbelief.

"No, I insist." He stops me from running out of the room. "Get in the shower or you will get a cold." He instructs me before closing the door, leaving me in his way too expensive bathroom. A pile of water formed underneath my feet and I curse at myself. Quickly I lay a towel underneath my feet and undress. I'm not going to take a bath and let him wait for hours, besides that shower looks incredible as well.

I place two towels by the door of the shower before I close it behind me. Giving the tap a little push to the right, the water starts falling on my cold body, almost jumping against the wall from the hot temperature of the water. "How warm did he set up the water temperature?" I mutter to myself before I finally figured out how the change the water from being hot to a normal warm temperature.

I lean backward with my head, letting the water warm my body, warm my inappropriate thoughts. The feeling of the water splashing over my nipples made them instantly hard. A soft sigh escapes my mouth as I close my eyes and imagine him standing here showering. Water running over his torso, down to his abbs, stopping their journey when they fall over the tip of his penis.

I shake my head, desperately trying to erase the filth in my dirty mind. I'm in his shower for god sake, yet here I am fantasizing about him. Aiden doesn't see me like that. I'm pretty sure he feels sorry for me, especially now he knows what happened to me. He only wants to help me like a brother and nothing more.

I look around the shower to see multiple different shampoos set up neatly on a shelf made at the wall. I look at which one I can pick as most of his shampoos are made for men. After a few seconds, I find one and soap my body and hair in, smelling the almond of the shampoo through my nostrils, enjoying this moment of loneliness. I have always enjoyed showers, especially when nobody is banging on the door every now and then like Barbie's habit to interfere every few seconds. That's the luxury I miss in our place, two separate bathrooms.

In reluctance, I end the shower session and get dried as quickly as possible, not knowing how long I already was in the shower. Gazing at his clothing, I take his black shirt to my mouth, smelling his scent for a slight moment before pulling on the shirt and boxers as his short training pants.

I gaze at myself and chuckle at the image in the bathroom mirror. "I look ridiculous," I mutter nervously.

Skilfully, I put the shirt in the pants because it was way too long. If I wanted to I could just wear it as a little dress. Seeing the dryer on the top of the shelf, I thank God for it. I still looked like a drowned cat with my hair all disheveled and out of place. After a quick blow dry, I open the bathroom door before making sure everything I left was tidied up like I wanted to leave someone's place in respect.

I step with his too-long socks on the wooden floor of the hallway, looking to the left and right, not sure if Aiden's already downstairs. Suddenly a door bursts open, revealing Aiden shirtless in the hallway, his sweatpants hanging ridiculously low on his hips. He looked like he must have hurried as he was half-clothed, his hair all a beautiful mess.

I swallow and avert my gaze to the wall as I felt my cheeks starting the grow pink at the sight of him in front of me. "I'm almost ready, just need to pick a shirt out of my room." I hear him saying and I nod, peeking under my eyelashes as I hear him stepping away. His back muscles flexing with every step he makes, his fine ass enchanting me for a few seconds until he vanishes into his room, leaving me breathless again.