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Chapter 21 • Flying Lies •

Crying was something she did often, more than she liked. She couldn't help it, it was her way to withstand overwhelming situations.

Her father never liked her crying, he said it made her weak so she did it rather in the dark when she was sure no one was around.

His words were always pushed her over the edge. They were brutal at times but she understood why he did the things he did. He had raised her like any other son born into the Mafia.

She always had his words quoted in her mind. "How the hell are you going to run the Mafia one day, if you can't even keep your eyes watering for a few words."

Looking at herself now, she thought—What Mafia?

She knew how the Italians worked. Women had no leverage in their world. That's why she had respected Evora for much, but other than her Italian Women were treated like shit.

It made her sick to her stomach. It's why she hated their clan she much.

Nicole huffed out, scanning her exterior through the mirror. Her glowing red eyes made her feel pathetic. She had been like this the entire morning.

It was because of the overwhelming sentiments, but more on the man in the other room. She conceded to how her plan would backfire. She was playing emotional roleplay with someone that was already broken.

She had gotten one step closer to her goal last night, but she feared that the faked volatile moments were becoming real.

Loud knocking interrupts her. "Can you stop with fucking sniffing and open the door."

She jumped, wiping her tears instantly before running a few fingers through her hair. She straightened up before letting him in.

Nicole went back to her previous position, leaned against the sink.

He walked in with nothing but slacks on and stopped in front of her, his brows concentrated as he scanned her. "Wash your face. You're an ugly crier." He remarked before moving further into the bathroom.

She rolled her eyes but did it anyway. She turned back to face herself, cowering at her state.

She should have at least gotten change. The flowered pattern on her underclothing made her want to vomit as she realize just how ugly it was.

Aiden found her silence strange. She would usually have some slick remark up her sleeve. "What's got you like this." He asked rummaging through his belongings.

She peeked over to him, thinking how she could the situation to her advantage. "Caring now, are we?" She teased, clearing her throat at how weak she sounded.

H groaned. "I don't fucking care. Just wanted to know why the fuck you were weeping so fucking much to the point where I couldn't even sleep."

She watched as he picked up his toothbrush and paste. "I wasn't that loud..." He glared at her reflection making her roll her eyes. "But if you must know. I was thinking about last night. I'm contemplating on whether it was a mistake." He tilted his head at her answer as he continued brushing.

She bit back her smile as realization struck her. She faked a frown. "You don't remember, do you?" She scoffed.

He spits out the toothpaste, turning to look at her with a brow raised. "What happened last night?"

She hoisted herself onto the counter. She sighed. "Nothing—I just act like nothing ever happen."

He stepped closer, right next to her thigh. She turned to stare at him, thinking of her next lie. "What happened, Nicole."

"Fine. Last night you kissed me..." She anticipated his reaction but only got a stoned face. "It started on the balcony. When it started getting heated, you moved us to the room..." And here's where her fabricating starts.

"I remember you lifting me, and I don't know how we had gotten into the room, but everything got hazy when my head landed on the pillow. Your kisses had me moaning when they hit my neck.

They weren't drunk and slobbery, to the point where a thought you had sobered up. But I had to make sure, I didn't want you to do anything you would regret the next morning. I asked and you said you wanted it.

I remember our hips grinding together and how you were tugging against clothing, later removing them. You had stripped me to my undergarments, telling me how beautiful you thought I was.

Your fingers were suddenly under the cloth as your mouth trailed between my thighs. Your lips stopped moving as you inhaled my scent, smiling against my bare skin.

Everything became vague, but I remember your warm tongue that had me squirming for more. Soon after, you were on top of again, but your fingers continued to move with pace. You said you wanted to see me come undone.

Your dirty words and my moans were the only noises that could be heard. You kept telling me how long you've wanted this. With your fingers moving and touching my most sensitive parts and your soothing kisses. It wasn't long before my eyes shut at the pleasure I was feeling."