Riley Carter's always been a studious person, studying at one of the best universities in the area with great friends to match. She's popular and gets some of the highest grades in her exams, but when her bad-boy boyfriend cheats on her, she finds h...
We were still in Montreal when I woke up the next morning, just at a completely different hotel on the other side of the city. I hadn't been able to see James perform last night for obvious reasons but I watched a few clips off of YouTube. I heard his speech at the beginning, before he started singing, about how the song was about me. It only made my heart ache for him more but I knew I couldn't go back to him.
I had to deal with Aiden first then I had to fix myself up on my own before I could let James take me back. I wasn't about to let him go easy on me. He should hate me right now for what I did to him yesterday - breaking his heart on performance day just like Madelyn did. Except, I have numerous missed calls from him. a bunch of text messages from him too. I wanted to reply to one of them, I really did. His sweet words made me want him back so badly but just as I began to contemplate over calling him back, Aiden had taken my phone from me late last night so I couldn't.
I doubt James had given up though. He's probably looking all over the city for me right now. I wish he wasn't. He has more important things to be dealing with. He should be looking towards the future of his music career, not fussing over me and my psychotic ex.
Just then the door swings open to reveal Aiden. He smirks at me, licking his lower lip before heading over to where I was sat by the windowsill. "You can take your stupid phone. I've done what I needed to do on it," he tells me before throwing it to me then leaving the room again and locking the door behind him to make his way to his hotel room next door.
I sigh and bite my lip whilst logging into my phone only to find that I had no more text messages from James. Confused, I click onto his contact to check why but as I read through the messages 'I' had supposedly 'sent' to James, it begins to make sense. I know what Aiden had done. The messages he sent to James are things I would never, ever say to him. Things I don't think about him. Everything Aiden had texted is lies and the worst part is James didn't respond to them. He probably thinks it's me who sent such nasty things and it's made this whole thing worse.
All my apps had been deleted: Instagram, Twitter, WhatsApp. All my contacts but James's had been deleted too meaning I was stuck. Either I turn to James and give Aiden the drive to go in harder and most likely hurt Piper before I can stop him. Or I let him do his thing. I let him have me. Let him hurt me and brutalise me. He hadn't done anything but isolate me yet but I know this is only the beginning and he's watching me. He put a camera in the room right in the corner of the ceiling so he could see everything I was doing, including when I was changing. He was more than just stalking me right now.
I look over my shoulder at the gift box I'd placed on top of the bed last night. It was Saturday today, which meant it was the last day. Biting my lip, I get up from the windowsill and make my way over to the bed before opening the large box and then the last tiny box left. Flicking the chain open, inside the box I find the origami heart which held the lyrics, a keyring of two pointe shoes and a USB stick. Smiling softly and letting my heart melt, I unfold the piece of paper to reveal the final lyrics.
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I can't help but rush over to where my suitcase had been placed to pull my laptop out. I'd decided to take my laptop with me on the first night James asked me to come here with him because I thought I might have been able to study in the free time I had. Turns out that free time went towards making out with James but I wouldn't have had it any other way.
Just as I plug the USB into the laptop, the cover photo flashes on my screen and I smile at it, remembering when we took all of those photos when I went with James and his family to the Caravan Holiday Haven. Piper took those pictures of the two of us being stupid once we had reached there but looking at it now, I can't help but laugh a little. It's been less than a day and I'm already missing James. I just have to keep telling myself why I'm doing this. That it will all have its benefits in the end.
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I begin to smile as the slideshow starts up, rolling through numerous photos of James and I which he had clearly put together but just before the song he had presumably written for me in the boxed notes, the door opens again, causing me to abruptly slam my laptop shut.
I look up at Aiden as his eyes dig into mine and I bite my lower lip. His eyes drift towards my suitcase where my underwear was laying on top of my clothes. That's when his smirk takes place on his face and he closes the hotel room door behind him again as he approaches me. I knew that look. I knew him well enough by now to know what he wanted. But I couldn't give it to him. I just couldn't. Not now that James has made me experience the real version of it. I wasn't about to satisfy Aiden by making him ruin the feeling all over again.
"Strip, Ri," he tells me, walking closer and closer so that he was backing me up to the wall. I shake my head, biting my lip and looking at him sternly.
"No," I say sternly, narrowing my eyes as I look at him. He gets to me and places his hands on my waist, making me shudder in his arms.
"No?" he asks teasingly, looking from my lips to my eyes continuously. Again, I stand my ground and shake my head.
"No." He lowers his hands down to my ass and rests it there for a moment before taking me by surprise and giving it a squeeze. As he does, I lift up my hand and slap him across the face the same way I had done to Madelyn only three days ago. "I said no!" I yell.
I try to escape his grip but as soon as I manage to worm my way around him, he instantly grabs my wrist and then throws me down on the bed so that I was laying on my back, looking up at him. I back away, scurrying my legs along the bed but he then drops himself onto the bed too and hovers over the top of me.
"I told you to strip," he whispers, his breath hitting my lips. "It was an order, not a question," he says, and I gulp, looking up at him.
"Wait," I breathe out just as his lips find its way to my neck. "What if . . . what if I get you another girl? She's really pretty. Blonde. A singer, dancer, costume designer. She's hot. She's single. Please, Aiden. Just . . . Just listen to me, okay."
"Don't lie to me, Riley," he says but I shake my head. I grab him by the cheeks and hold his face up so that he didn't have access to my skin and I look into his eyes.
"I'm not," I tell him honestly, making his weight weaken. "Her name's Madelyn. Let me go and I'll introduce you to her," I say. It goes silent . . .
Until he plants one quick kiss on my lips before nodding. He gets off of me and stands up, letting me free as I breathe out for dear life.
"But if I find out you're lying, Riley, you know what that means, don't you?" Aiden says as I sit myself up in my oversized top. I look at him and breathe in before nodding.
"Yes," I respond, chewing my lip. "If you don't like her or for whatever reason I can't seem to find her . . . It means I'm yours," I whisper and he smirks while nodding.
