Chapter 19: the start of something

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Veronica's Pov

How the heck does he know about Aiden was my first thought? why was the drive with Aiden and not Lexi? is my second thought and after that, I'm just lost in my thoughts. 

I was relaxed and freaked out at the same time. I mean is this okay? or is it official that New York actually f*cked me?  

Why didn't Aiden tell me that he returned the drive to Leonard? what was the whole point of coming here then?

The drive; he already got it so why did he call me here? Nicole? he seriously wants to help me with her or is this some kind of a sadistic move of his? I don't know.

I just stand there in his study room with my hands resting on my forehead as I slowly take my time to digest all the things. 

"Umm," I look at him and took a deep breath, I still need to ask him about the other drive "what uhm the uh other" I clear my throat and just went with the flow "why do you have two drives? the last time I remembered Kelly only mentioned one so???" there it is. I asked him.

I cross my arms and waited for his answer,

"Well for starters" he hesitated but still managed to continue and fill me up with a possibility that the drive was fake all this time and my effort to bring it here was totally not worth it.

You know times like this make me want to punch that german lady that I met before coming to New York who told me that life is unpredictable, like yeah after coming to America I can say that very clearly that life is nothing but a Netflix series filled with dramas that don't intend to end but again starts with a different season with a more complex plot and confusing characters. 

I was shocked literally, we both got played. He thought the drive was real so he took his time and hunted down Kelly as for me I got so engaged with my anger towards him that I didn't even look if the drive was real or not or just know what was inside it. 

All I wanted was to get rid of it as soon as possible but my history of endings didn't agree with me. Without death or betrayal, there isn't any ending written for me.

I gently chuckled and look at him "What are you planning to do now?" 

What is he actually planning? I want to know and also don't; I'm really confused.

He didn't say anything for a long time but Ik he was anxious cause this was like the 13th time he walked back and forth towards me all the while biting his nails,

I got up and hold his fingers "don't" I scrunch my nose at him. I really don't like this nail-biting stuff. It's not healthy and let's be honest it's kinda gross.

He looked up straight in my eyes with an emotion that I wasn't very familiar with "you are going to help me find the real drive" he said taking one of my fingers I just used to stop him from biting his nails closer to his lips and kissed it. 

My eyes widened at his sudden affection along with this stupid belly aching whenever he touches me. 

"Stop messing around" I snapped and took my finger back from his grasp "I don't want to get involved in your shit," I said 

He slightly leaned against the wall and smirked " aren't you already involved?" his eyes dart to mine like a magnet. 

I don't want to confess but it is true that I already involved myself in this mess or more like his mess. I don't see myself ending in a huge boulder of responsibility that doesn't even have my say in it and it's not like I'm free or something to help with the drive like I got Nicole and fucking Interview with the Opera.

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